As Casey left Master Soren's cottage, her heart heavy with the weight of Phenrix's accusations, she couldn't help but feel the eyes of the palace on her. The whispers and hushed conversations of the maids reached her ears as she made her way back to the regal halls. The news had spread like wildfire - Phenrix's terrified scream when he saw her painted her as the cause of his memory loss. It was as if a dark cloud had settled over her, casting doubt on her innocence. With each passing step, Casey felt the intensity of the palace's gaze grow. People glanced at her, their eyes filled with suspicion and judgment. She longed to shut out the world, to escape the weight of their stares. Her mind replayed the painful memory of Phenrix's words, and she fought back the tears that threatened to fall. But Casey was a warrior at heart, even if her spirit was crumbling under the weight of this unjust accusation. She couldn't let them see her vulnerability. So she straightened her back,
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow across the courtyard of the pack house. Alpha Aidan and Keith stood side by side, deep in conversation. They have had alot to do in the past few weeks and it didn't even seem to be clearing off. "Keith, I am not just complaining. I am so so tired of everything we have been going through." Aidan lamented, his eyes darting around the courtyard. "Same here... Phenrix's absence is really weighing us down and people can't know how these things have been happening with us. There is no one to complain to and Phenrix's condition is only deteriorating. I am so scared." Keith said. "We just have to keep praying. Master Soren is doing his job. I am sure he will be okay soon. We will have to wait for the next call." "If Phenrix eventually get better... I don't think we should bother ourselves anymore on who did this and how this happened. We should just start afresh. There should be no complications." Keith suggested but i
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the dense forest as Keith and Aidan trudged through the thick undergrowth. Their footsteps were muffled by the carpet of fallen leaves, their breath escaping in small puffs of white against the cool night air. The shadows danced around them, as if whispering secrets in the darkness. Aidan glanced sideways at Keith, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and concern. "Do you think we're doing the right thing, Keith? We have been making things seem too weird. I don't understand why we can't tell things to our pack members anymore. It's as if everyone has started to keep secrets and this is what breaks down a pack, you know?" Keith's jaw tightened as he clenched his fists. "I understand your worries, Aidan. But we have no other choice. Phenrix needs our help, and if this healer can provide it, then w
The sun had just begun to rise over the Pack of the Nightstar, casting a soft golden glow through the windows of Imara's chamber. Her maids, Nancy and Nara, bustled around her, adorning her in a flowing silk gown of deep purple, fit for a king's concubine. Imara's graceful figure was enhanced by the delicate embroidery that adorned the garment, and her ebony tresses were woven with pearls and adorned with intricate silver pins. As the maids fussed over her, Imara couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. The pack had not been being its usual self and Imara never stopped a day trying to make things better for everyone but it was as though it only worsen day by day. Today, she had another plan. She would seek answers from Beta O'Horan, the king's most trusted advisor. She had noticed that the king had been distant lately, not only from her but to the rest of the pack members, and the lack of his presence had left her feeling hollow. There was a particular
Beta O'Horan stepped out of his curtained chamber, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee still clinging to his robes. His mind raced with questions as he made his way towards the king's quarters, his footsteps echoing through the stone corridors of the castle. With each step he took, his anticipation grew, fueled by the mystery of the king's next step. As O'Horan walked, he glanced around, searching for any signs of the king. The guards he passed seemed oblivious, their attention focused on their assigned posts. He couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. How could the king not have come out of his chamber since morning? Approaching a group of guards stationed by the grand staircase, O'Horan paused and inquired politely, "Have any of you seen his highness? I need to speak with him urgently. Did you see him going to his garden or maybe taking tour around the palace?" The guards shook their heads in unison, their expressions conveying both confusion and concern. "Not at a
Beta O'Horan's heart pounded in his chest as he entered the king's chamber, his footsteps echoing through the grand halls of the castle. He was afraid that the king would be upset with him for his unnotified visit, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving the king alone in his chambers any longer. His worry for the king's well-being outweighed his fear of reprimand. Taking a deep breath, O'Horan walked forward, his eyes scanning the opulent room. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, casting a warm glow upon the intricately woven carpets and gilded furniture. But his attention was immediately drawn to the figure sitting on the large bed, a plate of crisps in his hands. King Johannes, had been in his chambers earlier that morning, and O'Horan hadn't seen him since. The king was known for his charismatic and commanding presence, and it was unusual for him to shun his royal d
Beta O'Horan and The King, dressed in their hunting attire, made their way through the dense forest. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the leaf-strewn ground. The crisp autumn air carried with it the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves, mingling with the anticipation of the hunt. Beta O'Horan strode confidently at The King's side, his finely honed tracking skills evident in every step. His eyes darted from tree to tree, his senses alert to any movement or sound that might signify the presence of their quarry. The King, clad in regal attire, looked somewhat out of place amidst the rugged wilderness, yet he walked with an air of authority and determination. As they ventured deeper into the forest, the sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves gave way to an expectant hush. The King broke the silence, his voice carrying a note of excitement. "Tell me, Beta, what do you think our chances are of bagging a fine buck today? You know so well we'v
Elara's heart raced as she rushed out of the king's chamber, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She couldn't tell why she was so pressed, but she was pressed than she should. Every part of her body had given in and she found it almost difficult to carry her legs. Beta O'Horan's urgent command echoed in her ears, and she knew she had to run as fast as she could, even though she had to fly in the air. Not because she was afraid that she would be punished if she didn't return as soon as possible but because she didn't want anything to happen to the king. The king was the only person she was allowed to communicate with in the palace as she was a private maid since Casey left the pack. She had been so connected to the king and if everything happened to him, she was afraid something would happen to her too. The moon, full and luminous, seemed to follow her every step. Its gentle glow served as her beacon, guiding her through the darkened corridors. &nbs