Most feel obliged when they eventually discover who their mate is. And there are others who think it is the perfect work of the moon goddess no matter the circumstances surrounding it. Well, I'm among the latter but not in the loving type of way. But if you were to look into my case deeply, you could say it's in the most sinister way possible.
I believe the moon goddess knows my purest intentions. She knew I had big plans, a goal to accomplish, and she served it to me on a platter of gold. And for that, I'll forever be grateful to her.
Others might not know this, but I, for one, know the moon goddess has a synchronicity with our thoughts. She knows every little thing we feel, down to our hidden desires, and has everything planned out for us. I know it may sound cheesy to sound like only I know just how the moon goddess works, but what she did for me is worth rambling on and on… only in my mind.
Ten years ago, I had watched my parents die right in front of me. Not precisely, though, because my mother was already gone before I had gotten out of my hiding place. That day, however, will forever be imprinted in my memory.
I can still remember their screams as they were being tortured by those gruesome beings, by those uncanny beings who obviously had enjoyed watching them bleed to their death. If it hadn’t been for my father's timely intervention, I am sure I wouldn’t be here to tell my tale.
My father has always been extra cautious of the things I did, even before the attack by the unknown forces. Although I had been a little girl, I was much too observant of the happenings around me at that time. Not being allowed to play anywhere else other than within the territory of the packhouse had been among the restrictions put upon me by my father. The worse had been my father hindering me from hardly mingling with the ones that were supposed to be my playmates.
The whole event of that day had started with the sounds of gunshots coupled with the screams of our pack members. Being that we were werewolves, we are immune to ordinary bullets due to our fast healing capacities. So when we had heard the screams of our pack members, we knew it could only mean one thing. The enemy attacking us was using the one thing that was lethal to us, our very own weakness — silver bane.
As my father was the Alpha of our pack, he was to go out and do something to protect our pack members. But on that day, I had seen him being hesitant. I might have been young at the time, but I knew something prevented him from performing his duties. What it was, I wasn't even sure of and couldn't even tell. All I knew was that he had been looking at me with so much worry in his eyes.
Once my father had noticed the presence of those beings that had eventually been the end of his life and my mother's, he had hastily taken me away from the living room, almost at the point of dragging me across the hallway. There was a secret chamber underground inside the building, a place that is only known and could be accessed only by members of the Alpha family, including me. It was because of a sealing force that needed only the blood of the Alpha bloodline to get it unsealed.
My father had cut himself with a pocket knife which he had produced out of his pocket. After that, he raised his hand over the path where I believed the seal was, and as droplets of his blood touched the floor, the seal went off. I knew that because I felt a burst of energy leave the area. All the while, I could see my father trembling, but he was trying to put up a bold front for me.
He had opened up the secret chamber and had chosen to hide me in there. Before he went out of the room, he had warned me not to make a single noise so that those murderers wouldn't find me out. I had to give him a nod as I had been too scared to speak.
My fear had almost given me out when I began hearing the slashes of probable swords and other weapons, but I had swallowed my dilemma all through. To perfect my discreetness, I had chanted a melody my mother used to sing for me whenever I was having difficulty concentrating, and it had worked for me. Even when I heard my mother's scream and my father's call to her, I had ensured not to give out my identity. But my heart couldn't take it anymore because I knew what was going on. And with that, tears had flown out of my eyes without restrain.
The next sound that had followed was that of my father after a gunshot had gone through. That cry he had made was more than I could handle. I had heard something like a question about my whereabouts, but I decided to put it as a passing air.
“Where is she?”
Before, I had thought it had been a passing air, but as I heard that gruesome voice, I could tell that it was one of the attackers.
"Where is she?" the question was asked, and at the same time, I heard the sound of a gun go off. My panic had set in again, and I instantly pushed myself to a corner.
My father's torture went on and on, and even when I couldn't hear his voice and that of his torturers anymore, I made sure I stayed in the chamber.
It took over an hour, but when I was sure I was safe, I had gone out of the secret chamber to check on my parents. As soon as I stepped out of the chamber, I discovered an inferno that was getting wild already. I wasn't sure what had happened to my parents, and even though I feared the worst, I was hoping they were still alive.
But when I had seen them in the pool of their blood, I had screamed like a mad dog. In tears, I had rushed over to their seemingly lifeless bodies. That sight had been a tremendous trauma for the eight-year-old me.
I wasn't even sure who to check on first as I couldn't bear seeing them that way. But when I heard a slight cough from my father (it had been faint, but I had still heard it), I had rushed over to his body.
“F– Father,” I had called out in tears as I bent over to him. “F– Father, are you okay?”
"Come…" his voice had come out so croaked, but I had obliged all the same and moved closer to him. I had seen how much he was struggling to keep up with his life even before I had gotten closer to him. Soon as I was very much close to him, he had said just one word to me, "McKenzie."
And he died.
Yes, I had cried bitterly, but that single word had been clear to me then. My father was telling me the name of his killer right before he died. And I had been sure he was supposedly passing a message for me to avenge his death. Even as a kid, I had gotten the message. It was as clear as crystal, even though I didn't know what led to his death. I still am not sure, but the fact that I had the name of his killer was more than enough to set me on a path.
On that day, I had sworn on his dead body and that of my deceased mother to avenge their deaths no matter what it was going to take. I had stayed watching and crying my eyes out over their dead bodies for a long time, but when I had heard the creak of the building furniture, I had been quick to react. It was funny that I could withstand the heat of the flames for so long, and even up until now, I have no candid explanation for that.
Fortunately for me that day, I had been quick to exit the house before it finally collapsed to the ground, destroying every memory I've ever had of the place in the eight years of my life. My parents were gone too, and so were the rest of my pack. And so I ran.
That was ten years ago. And I had held on to that word. As fate would have it, I was presently on my way to the residence of my parents' killers. Not on a courtesy visit, and definitely not to take out my revenge just yet. But I was going there to be part of their family because I have been made a mate to the household's son. And it was there I would begin to execute my plan to take them out one after the other.
Two years ago, I was human. No, I should say I forced myself to be human. I will still wholesomely say I had been human because I had no qualities of being a wolf aside from my parents' being one. But literally, I would say I was the worst human to grace the planet earth due to how antisocial I was. I mean, who would want to be friends with someone whose mind harbored different thoughts on how to take vengeance?After I had escaped from the crisis that occurred to my pack years ago, I lived with my grandmother, who was human. Honestly, I would say it was a big miracle how I had been able to get out of the woods alive, but here I was, still alive and well.My identity was a two-timer, more like a hybrid as I was both wolf and human. My father had been pure wolf from an Alpha bloodline and had broken the order of the wolf pack by being mated to a human who then became my mother. Such a thing wasn't outlawed anymore, but it was frowned upon in
I didn't have complete control of my actions or behavior as I had something inside of me that most times guided me from making drastic decisions. That was my wolf, the one which I had acquired on my sixteenth birthday. She was a part of me, like the other half of my soul. So whenever it looked like I was about to go out of line, she always brought me back on track.The moment I had wanted to start seething with rage, she had instantly cautioned me to stop. It didn't take too long for my wolf's warning sound to restore my mood to how it was initially, but I knew I wasn't going to last that way for long. Not when I was directly in front of the werewolf that had been the cause of my parents' death.I had to be careful of the way I behaved, though, because I knew something about wolves being able to perceive the fear of others. And Alphas were known to have a greater sense for something like that. So one mistake from my end could give out my hid
Instantly, I got a reply via the link.‘Lia, are you okay? It took you a while to get to me. Did anyone recognize you? Are you in any problem?’That was my uncle for you, always so panicky despite being much older than I am. Or should I say generations because I wasn’t even sure of his age. I wouldn’t blame him, though. I was the only one he got and me, him.I made a slight chuckle through the link, even going as far as laughing out loud unintentionally. No matter how antisocial I was, that didn’t prevent me from getting a good laugh now and then. And my uncle sure did always give me the opportunity to do so. ‘Do you really think anyone’s going to recognize me? It’s not like they know I actually did survive that incident,’ I told him, suppressing the urge to laugh at him again. Since my mind was working with my physical self, a smile had been plastered on my face already.‘We can’t be
Running — that was something I hated. But as I ran at the moment, it was because I had no other choice but to do so. It was a matter of life and death for me, although I would mostly say it was out of an impulse to find a way out of where I was.The woods were thick, and there were thorns on the ground that were causing blisters to the sole of my feet that I could feel as I had no covering to my feet. I don’t know how long I have been running for, but I knew I had to get away, far away from where I was coming from. I didn’t even know where I was heading to, but I just had to keep up with the pace.There was no single soul out here, so going through the place was causing an emotional trauma for me. I was scared, and for the little girl that I was, I had begun whimpering. I only had to hope I was safe from harm because right now, I was more than prone to danger. Anything could be out there for all I know. The fear of rogues was what got me bothered the
“Who is she? Why does it seem like I know her somewhere? Like I’ve met her someplace before…” Ronald McKenzie asked himself as he paced about the main quarters of the packhouse. He had his hands folded behind his back as the cold weather breezed through the windows right into the quarters. The main quarters had a combination of mundane and ancient interiors, from the furniture to the other pieces of equipment. It made it have an otherworldly vibe to it, and this was primarily due to how long the occupants have been in there. It was right in the early hours of the day since he got up from bed just to think through something. The bags under his eyes made it a realization that he didn’t even have a nice sleep. He had been continuously pacing about since he arrived in the living room, proving that he indeed had something on his mind. And whatever issue it was, it seemed to be more than what he could handle. &nb
I was bored. Extremely bored. And the only thing that came to my mind for me to do was to walk around inside the passageways of the main quarters of Green Woods packhouse. And yes, I was doing that alone, coupling the boredom I was experiencing. It’s been three days now since I first stepped foot into the Green Woods pack. And yesterday, I finally moved into the packhouse since I was mated to someone among them. It was the obligation of any she-wolf to move to the pack of her mate if he was from another pack. Even though I kind of wished I hadn’t moved yet, it still felt right that I had decided to undergo that sooner. My uncle had been entirely neutral when I left his place yesterday. He hadn’t shown any sort of reaction all through the time I had been reshuffling my stuff to move out. And I couldn’t even tell how he truly felt that I was finally leaving him after being with him for two years because I, for one, had been so down.
I looked the lady over in the most intense way to know if I had seen her somewhere around here before. She was probably a pack member, or maybe she was among Garrett’s family members. Even with all the guessing I made about her, there was no familiarity to her. A scent, though, caught my nostrils. And at the same time, I felt Anya growl at the back of my head. My countenance instantly changed, and I could feel myself becoming more furious as the moments passed. The scent all over the lady was that of Garrett. It was like she was him in particular, and that was what I had thought when she had first arrived. Or maybe she had been with him not too long ago, I couldn’t tell. Probably she was even his sister. All the same, I didn’t care. The fact that she had his scent on her was more than enough to get me furious. I wasn’t supposed to be jealous that my mate had his scent on another lady, not minding who the lady was.
It didn’t take me too long to find Garrett after I set out looking for him. Even though that self-acclaimed girlfriend of his had his scent on her, it didn’t mean she could possess it from afar because it wasn’t strong enough. The way the scent of we wolves works was strange but ordinary at the same time. It was in a way that only the original owner would be perceived from far away by tracing their scent. If someone else has the actual wolf’s scent on, there was no guarantee that that particular scent could be perceived from afar except being next to others. His scent, which had a mix of honey and cinnamon, or whatever it was, led me straight to the front of a room. I stood still when I arrived there. This was most likely the door leading into his room, and it felt awkward if I were going to get into his room, which would mean we would be left all alone in there. The thought of that sent an uncomfortable chill down
Life was slowly seeping out of him right before my eyes, with silent grunts escaping his lips. Just like that, his ability has completely vanished from his hands as he put them down slowly. The hand that went through his chest is pulled back slowly to reveal a hole right there with a lot of blood dripping from the open wound. I wouldn’t know what to call that because it was akin to doom in my opinion. When he goes down to his knees, I get a clear picture of who committed the act on the elder. “Monica?” I whisper because I cannot speak out loud. But it was more than likely to get the attention of the dark-haired lady standing behind the elder. She was the last person I would expect to be here. Not even in my wildest dreams would I see her lending a hand in such a situation. We might have let her in on a bit of our plan but I never imagined she would follow up in some way. Her gaze was aimed di
I burst the doors open, and the first sight I catch is that of two lifeless bodies on the ground. They looked like that of the guards I had seen when I had arrived here hidden in Garrett’s car. But what I know is that their being down was not my doing. I might have been in a clash with those agents but I did not extend it to this point.What was left for me now was to figure out which direction that monster had run through. He would be long gone by now, which I am sure of after using some time inside beforehand. If I had my hyper sense, I would have traced his scent but that cannot be possible at this moment.I can rely on my instincts now and so got down from the balcony of the building. The woods on the side of the main route wasn’t as thick as the regular woods so I could see through it. Nothing caught my fancy, though but it meant I was not going to acknowledge that path. After thinking for a few seconds, I proceed to go with
The dark power being exhibited by the elder was thought to be aimed at his fellow elders who already have accepted that he was going to harm them. But it went past them when released, going straight into a dark area of the room behind them. Others would have thought it was crazy but the elder had something in mind that he wanted to accomplish with that.The force he had shot into the dark area yielded a result as before it crashed into the place, out came a being from it who rolled on the floor to get away from the impending doom. And when that happened, the elder got his hands ready for another shot of his abilities.“She’s here...” loud gasps escaped the lips of the other two elders that he initially should have attacked as they observed the intruder that he had lured out of the dark area.It was a lady. And this became a full discovery when she raised her head to look at them while she remained knee-
From where I had thought I made a surprise lethal attack, I widened my eyes in shock at what I was seeing. My attack had been stopped, but not just by any means. It was through the same way I had thrown out mine — a gifted ability.Time seemed to freeze at the very least. My head seemed to be throbbing as a bad headache was at the point of developing. I just couldn’t comprehend the sight and I swear I could burst my head open from having to.The crazy thing about the event was who had stopped the beam I had shot out of my hands. Literally, it was to the very person I had in mind which only happened out of impulse after surviving an attack just outside. Because I could tell it was the Western Border elder’s men that had almost finished me off yet again, I wanted to retaliate, not considering the later consequences. But who would have thought it would yield the unexpected of events.There was something da
The moment Garrett ‘barged’ into the inner room of the building alongside Luke, four pairs of eyes rained on him. Belonging to the supposed occupants of the building, the gazes screamed anger, more than likely to pressure a vulnerable being.Something about the way they were stern-looking said they were in the middle of an important discussion and they were clearly not pleased with the fact that they have been intruded upon. But Garrett, who was the culprit of their frowns, pretended like he saw none of what they were displaying.“What is the meaning of this, Garrett? Didn’t the guards tell you we are in the middle of a meeting?” one of the four told the nonchalant young man, exuding much of his angry reaction toward him in the process.“They did,” Garrett said as he finally walked to their fronts, “but I can assure you that what you are having now won’t be as importa
It was stuffy in here, so much that I was finding it hard to breathe. Imagine being put inside a space that doesn’t fit the size of your body but you have to squeeze yourself in it so you can stay at least comfortable. And to add to that discomfort, a load of clothes is used to cover the whole of your body.Just as it seems ridiculous right now to think of was the same way I had frowned upon it when I was told it was the way I would be positioned before I could go out with the boys as planned. Luke, whose car was being used to transport us to our destination, had directly told me I would be going with them in the bunker, adding that it was the only option to take so I won’t be caught on the way. I would say he was following Garrett’s way of stating I should stay hidden.The only reason I agreed eventually was because I didn’t want to end up walking to the place. It was much of a distance away from the Green Woods pack
I guess whatever you run from keeps coming back to you. Like an addiction or so. You tell yourself you do not want to do it anymore, you do not want a part of it again. But at the end of the day, you find yourself in it again.That is just like my chronicles with the Green Woods pack since I escaped from it a few weeks ago. For two different reasons, I’ve had to come back. And those two reasons were really worth the risk. If one has a connection with the topmost body, why wouldn’t it come easy to penetrate a place you should be dreading?This time around, it took a lot of mental convincing that I needed to be here. Two days ago when I had been here with Garrett for the books, what had happened after that was something I wouldn’t want to be repeated. And I’m talking about the two events that nearly got me killed.The main reason I accepted to be here was that I have nowhere else to run to after my
We ran like our lives depended on it... because they did.How Garrett got the strength to hold on to his unconscious friend without his speed being affected surprises me. Funny enough, he was still in his human form, which makes me rather curious as to how he was doing it.Something tells me he chose not to transform because he knew I would be unable to keep up with his speed. If it had not been for the weight on him limiting his speed, which I’m sure is intentional, then there would be no catching up with him for me.I was right ahead of him, straining my ears at the same time to know if I would hear anything or anyone on our tails. But all the while, I’ve got nothing.The reason we were running right through the woods after escaping my now dead grandma’s house was that the backyard of the apartment was connected to the woods. She had her apartment right among those in the outskirt
Asides from the keywords, I would sum up Luke’s explanation to be a load of jargon. Terms I was finding difficult to understand. But I did grab the main point of it all. An anonymous source was destroying evidence of my pack’s existence.Garrett suddenly asks Luke, “Did you get the rest of the data to serve as proof that the council hasn’t been doing their jobs right?”“Yeah,” Luke nods, “I have it saved in my drive. The drive is right here with me,” and he taps the cross bag that he has with him while speaking.I notice Garrett staring at me so I stare right back, but he takes his gaze off the moment I do so.“Have you made any progress with the books?” Luke speaks up after about a minute of silence has reigned in the air.Garrett was quick to respond. “Yes,” he says, “My father documented in thi