ASHER:
Her frail form trembles before me. She leans backwards, pressing her body against the wooden chair. Wolfless or not, I cannot let her tears fool me. It's impossible for her to have ruined me all on her own. Could it be the Dark Knight scheme to make a fool out of me and seize the opportunity they've been waiting for to strike? My father, late Alpha of the Silver haired pack had taken up the marriage treaty offered by the Alpha of the Dark Knight pack who secretly covets our land. Our pack suffered more from the war before, so it was the only resolution my father saw. Even though I was only nine years old and sickly, I was made to promise marriage to the Dark Knight Lycan princess under a blood oath. It's my duty, after all, to uphold peace for the sake of my pack. But lately, reports have been of the Dark Knight’s men snooping around, waiting for me to make one wrong move. “I—I don't know what you're talking about. I d—don’t even know who you are.” She stammer out, whimpering, afraid of my demon form before her. It's exactly how I like my captives to be, Afraid. Trembling at my feet. Scared of my unpredictable nature. “Liar!” I growled, grabbing on her neck. I want to go easy, but easy never gets the job done. “You knew exactly where I'd be. At the exact spot I'd be standing, perfect timing, and you want me to believe you're innocent?” I tighten my free hand to a fist, guarding myself from showing mercy. Releasing my hold on her, I question again. “For the last time, who sent you?” “And again, I don't know what you speak of” She chokes out, sounding breathless. “Kill me if it'd delight you to. I have seen the gate of death twice already, you can do me the honor of sending me back to the goddess. But I have no idea who you are or of what you're asking.” She adds. Her words stuns me, but I cannot tell if I'm to be angry or in wonder; How can someone so fragile fear no death? “So be it!” I flared, unsheathing my claws to strike. I've never been one to harm the weak, but I cannot show weakness and risk the peace. Whoever is behind this needs to know I'm not fool to be played with. “ My Lord!” Darius, my Beta, calls rushing towards me. My hand stops just a few inches from her chest, my claws almost piercing her bare skin. “May I have a word with you in private, my Lord?” Darius ask, panting as he moves to me. “It involves your accident with the lady” He adds, whispering. I nod, shooting a glare in her direction before taking Darius to a secluded space. Changing back to my human form, I ask rather impatiently. “What is the matter? What did you stop me?” I reached my hand for a new pair of black pants and white long sleeved shirt stretched forward by one of my omegas. “My lord, your matter is more serious than we thought it to be at first. Habo found something…unpleasant” “What?” I ask, lacing the belt around my waist firmly. Darius hesitate for a moment. His eyes avoiding my gaze like he was struggling to say the words. “Tell me now, Darius.” I snarl. “She didn't just Mark you, my lord. I'm afraid she had her scent imprinted during a moon Eclipse” He says. My face twisted in frown. “I already know that. It was I moon bathing in the river, remember?” I scowl. Darius draws in a long breath and exhales loudly. Clearing his throat, he throws the words at me. “My lord, Imprinting on a moon Eclipse will take mutual consent of both parties involved to take part in an unmarking ritual before one can be free. You can't reject her, My Lord, the sacred unmarking ritual under a full moon is the only card out.” The words flare me up. “Preposterous!” I bark out, angry swelling further inside of me. Darius shuts his eyes as I close the shirt distance between us. “Where. Is. Habo?” I ask. “In—in the house of healing, My Lord” He responds with a shaky breath. “Without my command, No one is to enter the torture room!” I say, going to find Habo. My voice thundering within the prison walls. §. §. §. “What is the nonsense that I heard from Darius?” I ask Habo, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt to pin his back against the wooden shelf full of books. “Calm down, my lord, please. It's not good for your health to be this angry.” He tries to coo, stretching a hand to reach a fairly dusty old book on the last row. “If you could please,” he adds, holding up the book to my face. I let out a frustrated grunt and dropped him to his feet. Habo hurriedly flips through the pages. “It is written here, in the records, see?” He urged, pointing to a page. Reluctantly, I looked. Even though the pages were a bit wrinkled, I could still clearly see the drawing of a werewolf under a moon Eclipse with the words ‘Eclipse Curse's boldly inscribed under the drawing. “I'm afraid this is not a matter you can simply handle in your anger”. I scoff at his words. “I was being lenient with the lady just now because i thought she is defenseless. But now, I would break every bone in her body if I must, until I get to the bottom of this.” I fume, slapping off the book from Habo’s hand. “Think about it, My Lord,” He quickly picks up the book. “What good would killing her be for you? Your marriage with Eleanor is three full moons away, she mustn't smell other wolf on her otherwise the consequences would be too hard for us to bear.” For thirteen troubling years I have kept to my promise dutifully, waiting for the princess, Eleanor, to be of marriageable age. A letter had already arrived a month ago stating she was ready to be mate, and now someone out there dares to make me look stupid. “So what do you suggest I do?” I growled, prowling the room. "Since you asked, I'll speak freely. I say, rather than killing her, you hide your anger and coax her into agreeing with the ritual." Shocked he'd suggest such a thing, I stopped abruptly in front of him and lowered by gaze to meet his. "You want me to stoop to her level?" I ask, in-between gritted teeth. "The Dark Knight are a strong pack, we cannot afford to offend them. Even though our pack have grown stronger under your reign, you're already bounded by a blood oath." He paused to catch a breath. "You can kill the girl after." He adds. I draw out a claw and tapped lightly on the table, forcing myself to reason. As displeasing as it sounded, Habo was right. Again. Growling, I stormed out, heading back to the torture room.LYNE:I shivered from the cold penetrating my body from the cold floor of what looks like a prison. I try to recall how I'd ended up lying here. I remember coughing out some of the water that I'd gotten into my lungs at the shore. A figure, my saviour, towered in front of me, but I was unable to get a glimpse of his face. But how did I suddenly wind up in a prison?“My saviour,” I gasp softly. "What had happened to him?"“Bring her out to the torture room,” a deep, raspy baritone voice says. The sound of keys rattling and the iron prison gate creaking open follows after.I tilt my head up to see a slightly tall male figure treading to me. “It will be in your best interest if you tell nothing but the truth,” he whispered, lifting unto his shoulders.Torture room? What truth was he talking about? I don't even bother to struggle or question as I am carried away, only breathing steadily and trying not to throw up from the horrid smell of metal, flesh, and blood thickening the air. The s
*A day before* LYNE:The open court house was silent, with only the sound of birds chirping, the icy gust of wind penetrating through the windows, and the rapid sound of my heavy breathing being heard within these walls. I stood anxiously in the middle, my hands trembling by my sides and my eyes already watery. Guilty of believing I was the pearl of the pack. Lucien stood beside me by my right with a sly smile spread across his lips as Alpha Elan granted him permission to reject me.I wasn't surprised. He never loved me; he never even wanted me in the first place. Our union was forced upon us by the Alpha, his uncle. To him, I was only a filial responsibility to fulfill.I know he was saying something along the lines of “I, Lucien,” but I stopped listening. Only waiting for the pain that soon embraced me.I crumpled to the cold, hard floor clutching my chest as the excruciating pain of rejection surged through my veins. I have heard from the older werewolves that the pain was like a
LYNE:A rush of energy surged through me to cry out, and I did. “Help!!!” I screamed. Surely they'll be good werewolves around to save me. But my cry is drowned out by their loud, obnoxious laughter.“Oh, save yourself the strength, Lyne. You're far into the woods; no one can hear you even if you scream your guts out.” Maverick Chuckles out as they get closer.Panic gnaws inside me, and I scan my eyes desperately around. He was right. The forest was thick and foggy, with not even the faintest of light in sight. “Leon, please,” I whimper, fixing my gaze back to Leon and slithering backwards. How had I not noticed my own brothers hated me so? But who in my shoes would've?My brothers were the only parents I knew. They cared for me and groomed me to become a suitable mate for Lucien. I thought they loved me; I would've cussed anyone out if they thought otherwise, but now...“Why are you doing this? I don't deserve any of this, and you know it." I ask, yelling my words. frustrated by the
LYNE:The loud bang of my head must've alerted them as I heard their distant screams.My eyes flickered, struggling to stay open. I had to finish what I started. I shook my head to fight off the dizziness overwhelming me, but it only makes it worse—heavier. My eyes closed weakly and I let my head fall back on its own. Another bang, but not as hard as the first, and my breathing turns shallow. §. §. §. Admist the loud grating sound of crickets chirping, I heard the low crackling of fire. The warmth felt gentle on my skin and I Slowly came awake. Am I…alive? The horrifying thought makes me flung my eyes open. “Uggh!” I grunt softly, and held my head steady with a hand resting on my forehead. My heart jumped and a lump formed in my throat. How am I still alive? Sliding my hand to the side of my head I was certain I'd bashed on a rock, I felt a dampened piece of cloth, wrapped loosely about my head.Did I slam less harder than I thought I did? And, who had saved me?
ASHER: Her frail form trembles before me. She leans backwards, pressing her body against the wooden chair. Wolfless or not, I cannot let her tears fool me. It's impossible for her to have ruined me all on her own. Could it be the Dark Knight scheme to make a fool out of me and seize the opportunity they've been waiting for to strike?My father, late Alpha of the Silver haired pack had taken up the marriage treaty offered by the Alpha of the Dark Knight pack who secretly covets our land. Our pack suffered more from the war before, so it was the only resolution my father saw.Even though I was only nine years old and sickly, I was made to promise marriage to the Dark Knight Lycan princess under a blood oath. It's my duty, after all, to uphold peace for the sake of my pack. But lately, reports have been of the Dark Knight’s men snooping around, waiting for me to make one wrong move. “I—I don't know what you're talking about. I d—don’t even know who you are.” She stammer out, whimperin
LYNE:The loud bang of my head must've alerted them as I heard their distant screams.My eyes flickered, struggling to stay open. I had to finish what I started. I shook my head to fight off the dizziness overwhelming me, but it only makes it worse—heavier. My eyes closed weakly and I let my head fall back on its own. Another bang, but not as hard as the first, and my breathing turns shallow. §. §. §. Admist the loud grating sound of crickets chirping, I heard the low crackling of fire. The warmth felt gentle on my skin and I Slowly came awake. Am I…alive? The horrifying thought makes me flung my eyes open. “Uggh!” I grunt softly, and held my head steady with a hand resting on my forehead. My heart jumped and a lump formed in my throat. How am I still alive? Sliding my hand to the side of my head I was certain I'd bashed on a rock, I felt a dampened piece of cloth, wrapped loosely about my head.Did I slam less harder than I thought I did? And, who had saved me?
LYNE:A rush of energy surged through me to cry out, and I did. “Help!!!” I screamed. Surely they'll be good werewolves around to save me. But my cry is drowned out by their loud, obnoxious laughter.“Oh, save yourself the strength, Lyne. You're far into the woods; no one can hear you even if you scream your guts out.” Maverick Chuckles out as they get closer.Panic gnaws inside me, and I scan my eyes desperately around. He was right. The forest was thick and foggy, with not even the faintest of light in sight. “Leon, please,” I whimper, fixing my gaze back to Leon and slithering backwards. How had I not noticed my own brothers hated me so? But who in my shoes would've?My brothers were the only parents I knew. They cared for me and groomed me to become a suitable mate for Lucien. I thought they loved me; I would've cussed anyone out if they thought otherwise, but now...“Why are you doing this? I don't deserve any of this, and you know it." I ask, yelling my words. frustrated by the
*A day before* LYNE:The open court house was silent, with only the sound of birds chirping, the icy gust of wind penetrating through the windows, and the rapid sound of my heavy breathing being heard within these walls. I stood anxiously in the middle, my hands trembling by my sides and my eyes already watery. Guilty of believing I was the pearl of the pack. Lucien stood beside me by my right with a sly smile spread across his lips as Alpha Elan granted him permission to reject me.I wasn't surprised. He never loved me; he never even wanted me in the first place. Our union was forced upon us by the Alpha, his uncle. To him, I was only a filial responsibility to fulfill.I know he was saying something along the lines of “I, Lucien,” but I stopped listening. Only waiting for the pain that soon embraced me.I crumpled to the cold, hard floor clutching my chest as the excruciating pain of rejection surged through my veins. I have heard from the older werewolves that the pain was like a
LYNE:I shivered from the cold penetrating my body from the cold floor of what looks like a prison. I try to recall how I'd ended up lying here. I remember coughing out some of the water that I'd gotten into my lungs at the shore. A figure, my saviour, towered in front of me, but I was unable to get a glimpse of his face. But how did I suddenly wind up in a prison?“My saviour,” I gasp softly. "What had happened to him?"“Bring her out to the torture room,” a deep, raspy baritone voice says. The sound of keys rattling and the iron prison gate creaking open follows after.I tilt my head up to see a slightly tall male figure treading to me. “It will be in your best interest if you tell nothing but the truth,” he whispered, lifting unto his shoulders.Torture room? What truth was he talking about? I don't even bother to struggle or question as I am carried away, only breathing steadily and trying not to throw up from the horrid smell of metal, flesh, and blood thickening the air. The s