Silver:The freezing cold air of the evening blew past me and brought me back to reality once I ran outside the palace building. I had no idea where I was going. In my haste to save Alpha Damon, I had rushed out of the building, forgetting I had no idea where Gwyddion stayed or where I was supposed to begin looking. Unfortunately, after running out so abruptly, finding Gwyddion happened to be the least of my concerns. Outside, a few guards found me and immediately pointed their swords toward me. I stepped backwards, but only hit the pointy tip of another guard’s sword behind me. Alpha Damon had not introduced me to any of the workers in his palace yet. From their perspective, I was nothing but an intruder. I raised my hands above my head in surrender, but that didn't stop them from seeing me as a culprit. None of the guards looked familiar, so I couldn't hope any of them would recognize my face from the last time I was here. The only person who knew my connection with the King was A
Silver: “You’re lying!” I screamed at him, rejecting the news. “He has to be alive.” “Cover her mouth. The rest must not know this yet,” Gwyddion instructed Terah who grabbed me and covered my mouth. I struggled against him to free myself, but his grip only became stronger. He was a guard after all and I was only a grieving human. What could I except? “Calm down,” Terah said to me with a note of annoyance in his voice. “Acting like this won't bring him back, so why bother?” “Silver,” Gwyddion addressed me in a soothing voice. “Your life here is in danger. If people find out the King is dead, all the people who weren't able to get to you because of his protection will finally have a chance to finish you. You have to calm down until I think of something.” My sobs reduced to a whimper as what he said began to make sense to me. I already knew this, but having him repeat the words just made it more concrete. I wasn't even given the chance to mourn the loss of the King. I was thrown ba
Silver: “So what's the plan?” I asked Gwyddion, clearing my throat and standing up. I wasn't supposed to have shown so much excitement at seeing Damon, but it was too late now. I didn't want Gwyddion or even Damon to think too much about my feelings for the King, which I had shamelessly declared when I thought he couldn't hear.Gwyddion and Alpha Damon looked at each other and smiled, and I died a little inside. Now they were making inside jokes about my feelings. Oh, god. “There is not really a plan yet, I'm afraid,” the King said, turning his full attention to me. I swallowed and struggled to maintain his stare. “Gwyddion suspects my near-death experience was as a result of some dark magic and since it intensified when I was with my men, then there's a high chance it's one of them.” “Who do you think it is?” Gwyddion asked. “Rogu,” Alpha Damon and I responded simultaneously. He turned to me but I looked away. When did I become such a mess? “Unfortunately, it's usually the less
Silver:Gwyddion, Alpha Damon and I exchanged looks. Terah was right outside the door and inasmuch as Alpha Damon and I unanimously trusted him, I could easily tell Gwyddion had his doubts about the guard. However, the final decison was up to the King and it wasn’t difficult to tell whose side he was on. “Let him come in,” I whispered after a full minute of no one saying anything and Terah knocking and wondering where we were. “No,” Gwyddion whispered back. “He’s with someone else. If he comes in here with him, the news will be all over the Kingdom in days and the whole plan will come to nothing.”“He’s right,” Alpha Damon said, cupping his chin. “Why did he bring Philippe?” “Terah wants me to identify if he was the guard that brought you in after you passed out,” I muttered. “Yes, he was. That was the last thing I remember,” Alpha Damon waved his hand like the whole thing was just a waste of time. “Silver, go out there and shut the door behind you, then tell him it was Philippe. A
Silver:I watched in horror as Gwyddion desperately pleaded for his life at the Alpha's feet. I couldn't tell if Damon meant to punish him or not, but I had known the Alpha long enough to know he was an impulsive person. He could sentence Gwyddion to death if he remotely suspected him of something and no one would question him. "Why do you have potions that can end my life stacked away in your lair?" Alpha Damon asked with venom dripping from his voice."My Lord. I am a druid and like all other sorcerers, I was taught to mix and create potions. I have every potion known to man, both helpful and dangerous," Gwyddion explained. I cringed inwardly, because he seemed to be making matters worse for himself without knowing. "That's what I want to know. Why do you have dangerous potions randomly lying there? Why don't you just have the helpful ones?" The Alpha seethed. Gwyddion lifted his head, but the rest of his body was still pressed to the ground. This was the first time I had ever se
Silver: I maintained the King's stare, too far gone in my lie to give up now. The last time I lied to him was when Rogu had compelled me to. He had been able to tell and the results ended up dire, yet here I was, making the same mistake again, having forgotten the bond we shared was deeper than the honeymoon faze I constantly daydreamed about. It meant he could feel the same things I felt, including my guilt at having just lied. Fortunately for Gwyddion and me, before Alpha Damon opened his mouth to say anything to condemn me, someone began to knock on the door. He looked among three of us before he asked me to ask who was at the door. "Who is it?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor in my voice unnoticed. "I am here for Gwyddion," a squeaky voice responded. "It's my apprentice, my Lord," Gwyddion said with his head bowed low. "The physician will soon be here," Terah said, letting the silent Implication that Alpha Damon had to hurry up and make a decision before it was too late,
Alpha Damon: She lied. I don't know why, but she did. For a moment, my mind flew to the possibility that she had been sent by Gwyddion, and this whole prophecy thing was a just a ruse from the start to get me to trust them both before they struck. Maybe I was looking in the wrong direction, when the main threat was right in front of me.This was not the first time she'd ever lied to me, and that fact greatly bothered me. She was hiding something and she wouldn't tell me no matter how much I probed, and try as much as I could to penetrate her mind and find out what it was, our mate bond could only allow me go so far. All I was left with was the feeling of her heart palpitating, and the rest of her body being on edge. Whatever was causing it was beyond my reach, and she intended to keep it that way. In all honesty, I still trusted Gwyddion. I had never doubted him for a moment, even when I accused him of ganging up against me. I had done that because of the others. As I questioned
Silver: “Can you guys stop?” I yelled, but no one reacted to my voice. They were all bawling and shoring at one another, each trying to make their voice the loudest. It was a ridiculous sight. Each thought they were right, and watching them now, Philippe and the physician arguing with the others, I wondered whether this was their way of coping with their King's supposed death. His body was right there but they were more focused on raising their voices. Even Philippe seemed to have forgotten that Terah was his senior in rank from the way he was running his mouth. This was not the plan. I didn't know exactly what the plan was, but I just knew this wasn't it. Even Gwyddion was fighting and that was definitely not something anyone wanted to see. Men were the same everywhere, whether werewolf or human, I thought, rolling my eyes. They always fought over the most unnecessary things and later, they would say women were the more dramatic ones. “Tell them I wouldn't want them to fight if I
Silver’s POV Five Years later: “To our fifth year of harmony!” Bottles clinked and deep voices rang out in cheers as everyone joined in the merriment. The feast was bigger than any other preceding it, and each row and column was filled with human and wolf alike, drinking and laughing, talking and dancing as the joys of merriment engulfed them. It was such a beautiful sight. This was something that had never been done in millennia, but had somehow been achieved during our time. It was a feast we held to celebrate the day the war had officially ended, and even though it was the fifth year, it still felt unreal and made me feel jittery whenever I looked at the sincere faces of everyone having fun. Sometimes it felt like the entire beef between human and wolf never even happened. That felt like such a long time ago, like a dream whose parts I couldn’t clearly remember anymore. The dream could have never become a reality if not for the gods’ interference, that was for sure. Th
Silver: “I can’t. My sister is here,” I said, turning to show him my sister, but of course he couldn’t see her in the pitch blackness. “I’m with Lord Tyrel,” Damon said. “He’ll keep an eye on her. This is really important.” “Hello, Luna,” a deep voice which I assumed must be Tyrel’s spoke. I stepped back defensively. “I’m not leaving my sister with any of your Lords after what I’ve been through,” I snarled. I didn’t care that this lord Tyrel could hear me. There was no way I would let her near any of the men who had gladly sought my death. Damon sighed and held my hand again. I wanted to slap his hand away, but it was warm and relaxing , a contrast from anything I had witnessed all night. “The reason why Rogu was able to get so many people on his side was because he used magic. Some of my men were infected, but now the black magic is gone, I promise you.” I laughed drily. “You really expect me to believe that?” “It’s the truth. That’s how he was able to get the
Silver: I stood in awe as the bright apparition came closer. I had told Tiffanie all about the goddess of time, but like other things I had said, she didn’t believe me then. She stood there frozen with her mouth open as the apparition drew closer. I waited, surprised by the fact that I was greatly excited to meet Oge even though I had borne a huge resentment for her abandoning us after so long. The wolf’s loud and scary howls turned into soft scared purs as it ran away when the goddess approached. Once again, I had been saved from certain death from her timely intervention. As the figure kept approaching however, I slowly began to realize it looked more familiar than usual. It was a woman alright, but not Oge. “Mom?” My sister called out uncertainly. My lips could not form words. Right there in front of me was my mother who had been torn to shreds in front of me a day before, standing in front of me with no marks on her face and looking like a smiling angel. “Silver,
Silver: The noise coming from outside was enough to scare anyone to death. It was evident the human soldiers had finally rallied together and mobilized their weapons and men to fight for them. I was in the room Xavier had ordered his men to place me and I crouched by a corner holding my sister who was even more scared than I was. “Should we go out?” Tiffanie asked with a trembling voice. “We need a better place to hide…” She couldn’t complete the rest of her sentence because a loud crash sounded above us. Never in my life had I heard anything as terrifying as the things I heard that day, not even the day Rogu had planted grenades around Alpha Damon’s palace. “It’s too dangerous to go out there,” I screamed over the loud explosions. “This is the best place we can be at this point.” More explosions occurred, which made Tiffanie and me shudder at each sound. I wasn’t sure I could ever remain normal even if I somehow survived this. After watching my mother get murdered right i
Alpha Damon: “All these years. It was you!” I barked at Rogu who had been tied up at my command. To say I was furious would be a huge understatement. I felt the pain all over again, but this time it wasn’t just the pain of losing my mother, it was the pain of losing my senses, the love of my life and years of happiness I would have had, all because I allowed Rogu to play with my head. I didn’t have to wait for a response from him. I knew Silver’s mother was right. From the look on Rogu’s face as I manhandled him, to the emotions I could feel through him, I knew he was guilty. All those years when I was just an eight year old boy on a walk with his mother and witnessing her murder right in front of me, it had been Rogu all along. He had killed her by mistake because he meant to kill Silver’s mother, a fellow wolf. I had assumed Silver’s father was the murderer simply because he had tried to help me resuscitate her, and because I had been told humans were nothing but trouble and
Silver: It took a while for me to realize that the voice screaming was mine. I watched in horror as my mother’s body was carted away from the room by the other two wolves, while the one who had done the biggest damage stayed back to watch me. Tiffanie was on the floor, rolling and crying. I didn’t know what to do. My mother no longer looked like my mother. She was gone. She was dead. Right after I finally got her back. I fell to the floor without noticing the wolf that was watching me with keen eyes. I wondered why he wouldn’t pounce on me already. It was as if all they wanted was my mother, but then what was the gain in killing her? It made no sense. They had been safe before I arrived. Was it my fault? Had I been the one to draw the rabid wolves here with my scent? I hated myself then. I blamed myself for everything. After everything I had been through to come back to my mother and to protect my family, she had been taken from me within a few split seconds. As I lay on the flo
Silver: “This is great news,” I squealed. For the first time since I discovered I was part werewolf, I was proud of it. It had saved my life and that of my sister after all. “How did it happen?” “When the wolves came, everywhere was a mess. Fortunately, our house is a little hidden so not many came here. Two came to carry us. They called us freaks and tried to kill mom and one started touching me inappropriately,” she said, rubbing her elbows and looking away as she recounted the unfavorable incident. My hands balled into fists. “Something just snapped within me and before I knew it I was on the floor like an animal, tearing into their flesh.” “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I said, before flopping on the couch. I was extremely exhausted. “But I’m happy we can defend ourselves.” “Why do you look so bad?” She asked me, taking in my roughed up appearance and the blood all over my clothes. “I’m exhausted and…” I said, struggling to speak now that the adrenaline that
Silver:My chest constricted and I began to cough violently until I shifted back into my human self. I stood up immediately and went back to join the others, not willing to draw any attention to the fact that I had just killed a wolf. “Let’s go,” I choked out and fortunately, no one asked me any stupid questions, just followed me. I limped as I led the way, my entire body in pain. I had no idea where I was taking them, but as long as we were moving, I was fine. I wasn’t sure if there was any place that hadn’t yet been run down by the wolves already. “Marc,” someone called and I glanced around but didn’t see anyone. “Psst. Hey. Down here.” We all looked down at the same time and I jumped when I saw the faint outline of a body through a hole in the ground that could pass for a sewer. “Jimmy?” The man in our group who must have been named Marc called back. “What are you doing in the ground?” “Just wait, I’ll be right there,” Jimmy said, disappearing from our view. My head was poun
Silver: I heard the voices of so many people at once, even though they were trying to whisper. I knew some other people had walked in through the door, but I couldn't see them, so I couldn't deduce their number or whose side they were on. "They might not check here. They know this is a prison and they have no us for prisoners, at least not yet," I heard one say. "Shut the door!" the woman with a child cried out. "You'll make them find us!" "Don't reveal our hiding place," another prisoner said. "Go soemwhwere else before you haev us killed in your place." There was arguing among the prisoners and those who wanted to hide with us for a few minutes. I found it very stupid to engage in an argument at this point. It wasn't like the prisoners could come out of their cells and chase the new people away. "Everyone stop!" the man who always managed to have information barked and everywhere quieted down. "The more we argue, the more we increase our chances of being seen. We h