Page 24 of Savage Sacrifice
I am happy enough to be able to survive life, even if it feels as though a piece to my puzzle is missing. Not a piece, that’s a lie. Multiple.
But I’m strong enough to make myself whole again.
And, I’m definitely tired enough to sleep like a log. (Please, universe, give me this one!)
Hopefully, I’ll have even more fun things to share tomorrow.
Love Polaris x
P.S - I love orange soda.
10
LINCOLN
When the world is falling apart around you, the most important—and most difficult—thing to do is to not crumble along with it.
I’ve faced struggles before, I’m no stranger to pain, anger, and frustration, but never in my life have I felt anything this debilitating.
Breathing, functioning, focusing, it’s all too much for me to handle.
How am I supposed to stand strong as the alpha of the wolves when I can’t even stand firm as a man. Not just any man, but a man losing his purpose in life. One he took for granted.
Is this my karma for being an asshole? I think it is. Deep in my soul, it feels like the strongest truth I have. But there’s a core part of me, maybe more my wolf than anything, that sees it differently.
This isn’t the time for me to acknowledge I’m an ass and accept the consequences. It’s my time to acknowledge my downfalls and still choose to rise above them. Failure won’t break me, it will make me. That has to be the way.
Sighing, I swipe a hand down my face before tilting my head back toward the spray of water cascading down over me.
It’s not hot enough.
It’s not powerful enough.
It’s not even remotely close to what I need, but unless you’re a silver-haired beauty with pink, rosy cheeks, and fire in your blue eyes, then you’re never going to be what I need.
I left everyone in my office to come up to my room for some space, maybe the opportunity to think too, but it seems my breath hitches more and more with every inhale as I wallow in despair and anger.
Desperation claws at my insides, sending tingles down my spine, and I feel my wolf just as irritated as I am. But not for the same reason.
Fighting against him, I grind out a raspy huff as I plant my hands on the tile wall, attempting to steady myself and my breathing, but it’s futile.
Something needs to be done. We should have done something already, but we’ve been unnecessarily wasting time.
Forty-eight hours.
That’s how long she’s been gone for, yet it feels like an eternity.
I feel hollow inside. Broken. Irreparable.
My eyelids scrunch shut, my distress levels continuing to reach new heights as my fury burns brighter. I can’t face looking at the pain in my sister's eyes anymore. Not when I feel the same cuts deep in my soul.
There has to be a way.
My wolf burns through my bones.There is a way,it’s screaming in my mind. I was just hoping for another. The idea isn’t entirely foolproof, and it might not be possible, but with a little magic, it could be.
A slim chance is better than no chance.
I just have to be willing to sacrifice.
