Tiffanie: Dear Diary,It’s been four months and six days since Silver disappeared from our lives without a trace and I think I’m about to lose it. They say time heals all wounds but not this one. The only thing time is doing for me is letting me know my sister might be somewhere, dead or alive. It’s absolutely horrible. I don’t do anything much these days except write in my diary and attend to Mom. I might be losing it, but I’m sure my mother has lost it. She is now a complete shadow of herself. She used to try to talk before, to look on the bright side and assure me my sister would soon be found, but now, all she does is lay in bed and talk to herself. I don’t know how to feel. I lost my father before I met him, my sister disappeared without a trace and now I am slowly losing my mom, even though she is physically with me. All I do these days is write in my diary, but it only helps for a little while. Nothing feels the same anymore. I can no longer go to school or perform in publ
Silver:Living in the King’s palace no longer was as much a relief as I had once thought it would be. I was just living in a different kind of prison from the harem, but a prison all the same. I was under constant surveillance all day, away from the rest of the world. The only people I ever saw were Gwyddion, the physician, Terah and Alpha Damon. While the king’s presence was the most welcome, I barely got to spend any time with him because he was so hell bent on solving his murder to have time for anyone, or the zeal to discuss anything that didn’t move the case forward. The only other person who didn’t make me want to jump out of the window each time he opened his mouth to speak was Terah and unfortunately, Alpha Damon had punished him by sending him to find out the rest of what Gerald and Gaston had been saying before he had interrupted them. As he was our major security, sending him away wasn’t the wisest decision as now, anyone who was really desperate could come in, and if some
Silver:I rubbed the edges of the plain paper Alpha Damon had just given me, unable to write anything. I had so many things to tell my mother and sister and Victor, so many things that this paper could never contain. I didn’t want to talk to them only. I wanted to be allowed to see them touch them and assure them I was safe and well. However, I understood the position I was in and resignedly picked up the pen to write. Alpha Damon sat down beside me and watched me with curious eyes as I fought inwardly over how I would start the letter, and what exactly I would tell them. Of course I couldn’t tell them I was with werewolves. Even if they managed to believe me, they would be terrified and would start to think I had been forced to write to them and that my life was in danger.“Do you need me to leave?” Alpha Damon asked me when I still hadn’t written anything after over twenty minutes. “No, I don’t,” I said almost too quickly. I hadn’t sat down for this long with him in such a long ti
Alpha Damon:A whole week away from her just to mess it all up three minutes after I reconnected with her. What was it about her any way that made her irresistible to me, besides the fact she was my mate? Was it her set body? That pair of breasts that stood out and looked to be calling out to me, and her hips that swayed whenever she walked, making me want to come up behind her and touch them. She wasn't the only beautiful lady in the Kingdom though, so that couldn't be it. She was intelligent, quick witted and had a mind of her own, but that couldn't be it either. Or was it the fact that she could speak to me however she pleased without being scared if anything? I shook my head and banged the door. I was doing it again, thinking about her when I wasn't supposed to. Although her presence here was extremely important, she was nothing but an unwelcome distraction. Being around her made me unable to think straight, unable to control my body or do anything rationally. I wanted to be c
Silver:I never imagined that writing a letter to assure my family I was alive and well would be this difficult. There was a pile of scrunched-up papers on the floor next to me, papers I had written and destroyed because of how unnatural and faulty they all sounded. I had tried to leave hints of where I was in the first one but had only ended up confusing myself. Even if my family was able to decode that I was talking about werewolves, how would they be able to convince the rest of the clan to come to save me? And even if they did, their arrival here would only begin another war that would last for ages. The subsequent letters I wrote and tossed away didn’t go well either. Some of them did not sound like me at all and the rest sounded so mechanical, that my family would be scared I was in greater danger than I was and was only being forced to write to them. Now down to my tenth piece of paper, I didn’t know what else to write. I pictured my mother reading the letter and breaking dow
Silver:I was having the time of my life as Damon kissed me beyond my wildest dreams, until our moment was abruptly cut short by the library door creaking open. I was more irritated than afraid when Terah walked in and the glare I shot him did nothing to conceal that fact. I was still sitting on Damon’s lap with my hands wrapped around his neck and he did not try to remove me from his lap either even after Terah came in. He had the same look of irritation I had on his face. Terah paused in his steps, but apart from that, there was no other sign of surprise from him. I knew he hated the fact that I was so lovey-dovey with his Alpha, but after we had both confessed our feelings to each other and made up our minds to forget what people would say and take our relationship forward, the presence of the royal guard was only a slight inconvenience. I no longer cared what he thought about us. “Your Highness,” he greeted, bowing his head to the King and practically ignoring me. It was a good
The King let me go when he realized how determined I was. This was going to be our last chance at finding out who the King's enemies were, so there was no use beating about the bush when we could just go ahead and get this all over with. I walked silently behind Terah as we passed by the main roads. This was the first time I had been outside the palace since the Alpha’s fake death and it was far gloomier than I thought. The usually happy people going about their business were nowhere to be found as the people on the road had dreary expressions on their faces as they went about their day. No one looked happy. There was a slowness to their gait and the atmosphere was so sad that even the early evening looked darker than it usually did. As we went closer and closer to the harem, more depressed-looking people littered the roads. Some were just wailing out in the open while the others walked briskly and some stared. “What's going on?” I asked Terah, beginning to feel uncomfortable abou
Silver: “Are we going or not!” I asked Terah, rolling my eyes so that he wouldn't see how affected I was by his threat. Without another word to me, he turned and started to walk away and I followed. Along the way, the paths he was leading me through no longer seemed familiar. I couldn't say I knew my way to and from the palace, but I just knew that something was off. I had moved through those places enough times to know when something was off and when it wasn't. However, I was a little scared to ask Terah any questions about where we were. He was still angry with me, so any misstep on my part would just push him over the edge. Several minutes passed by, yet we hadn't reached the harem. I didn't remember that place being so far away from the palace. He didn't seem to want to stop anytime soon and I was getting both tired and wary. Just when I was about to give up and ask him where on earth he was taking me, he stopped in front of a gigantic building I had never seen before and sto
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