Silver:I slept and woke up a couple of times but it never got any brighter in the dungeon. There was no way of telling time in here. I remained in one position, my back against the wall on the bench, imagining the worst and wondering what my fate would be from then onwards. I heard whispers among the other prisoners who were content to squabble with people they didn’t see from time to time, but my mind faded them away. I had no idea what Damon planned to do with me from here on out and that bothered me more than anything else. While I began to fall into my next deep sleep, someone hit the bars of my cell, startling me awake. It was a guard but not just any guard. It was Terah. Damon surely had a sick sense of humor. Terah and I hadn’t crossed paths ever since after that day at the sixth sea. He told me Terah was now under obligation to obey him whether he liked it or not but I never bothered to find out how true it was. Seeing him reminded me of that horrible day when he had t
Silver:I ignored Gerald after I told him what I told him so when he noticed I would no longer respond, he stood up and left. I remained in that position and fell asleep for a while. When I woke up, I was even more hungry than before. How I wish I had asked Gerald to help me with some food before stupidly sending him away. No one else would come to my aid now. When I opened my eyes, I supposed it was morning because there was a thin line of light, through which I could see the people in the cells in front of me. Liza was staring at me with wide eyes and no expression on her face. From the way it appeared, she had probably been watching me for a long while and now did not even know I was seeing her back. My heart broke for her. She was already worse off before she was sent to prison. Being in here for so many months had probably only made her deteriorate. Her face was sunken and she appeared to have lost a lot of weight from the time that I last saw her. I hated the Alpha even mor
Alpha Damon: This is stupid. I am stupid. I put my own mate in jail and for what? Because of something her father did? That wasn’t actually it. I couldn’t possibly blame her for what she had no control over, but what pushed me to put her in jail was her reaction when she was accused. It was almost like she wanted to be thrown in jail. I had something to do with it though. Perhaps the way I had approached her concerning the case, so accusatory, so scarily, perhaps that had pushed her to fight back in the way she could. If she would go down, she would give me a very good reason to make sure she went down. She just had to say those things, attack my ego at the wrongest possible moment, right in front of the maids and guards, right after I heard about what her father had done. But sending her off to jail didn’t make the pain go away. Her absence only reminded me that I had lost not just my mom, but her as well. I felt worse than I did before I even heard the news. Curse all the peo
Tiffanie: Dear Diary, It is officially ten months now since Silver left us, ten months of despair. I feel numb everywhere. Nothing and no one excites me anymore. People avoid me everywhere because I have become scary to look at or talk to. I got this way because I kept blaming everyone, myself included for my sister’s disappearance when I should have been doing something about it. Victor was right when he called me a coward. I’ve been too afraid to do anything to help, constantly bringing up excuses as to why I couldn’t continue on my journey. I ended up picking a fight with him when he called me a coward to my face but maybe I was just scared of hearing the truth. Regardless, it feels awful to be in this state of knowing what I did was wrong and hating myself for it, but also being too afraid to do anything to change it. Silver’s letters are the only thing I look forward to. Victor swears they aren’t from her, but it’s her handwriting and it sounds just like her. The last time,
Silver:I thought that being home would make me feel immensely better but that was not the case. I had been gone for too long apparently. Nothing felt the same anymore. I felt displaced in my own home, more displaced than I ever felt in Reborn pack. Tiffanie looked and acted like a different person. Sure she screamed when she saw me, but I believed she only did that because she probably thought she was seeing a ghost. Nothing about her seemed normal. She was skittish and too afraid to express herself and her face had a permanent frown that wouldn’t lift no matter what I said. I didn’t think my sister had any reason to smile throughout the time I was gone. My breaking point was seeing my mother who had reduced to twice her size, lying on the bed. But how she looked was not the problem. It was the things she said and how she said them. Sure she looked happy to see me but I didn’t really think she saw me. It was like she was looking through me and not at me. She said a few things to
Alpha Damon: Gwyddion’s frail body shook as he knelt before me, confessing his crimes. “What you did deserves capital punishment,” I told him through gritted teeth, trying to keep my anger in check. “I know, my lord. I am ready to accept whatever punishment I deserve, but the girl had to go home. She has suffered enough and nothing is going anywhere,” Gwyddion said. I frowned as my fingers dug painfully into the rough material of the throne chair. “So you thought you could take matters into your own hands,” I hollered, hitting my fist on the throne. “I was going to release her in a few days! She was my Luna. What made you think she was suffering?” Gwyddion looked at me with a look that showed me he didn’t believe what I was saying. Even I didn’t believe what I was saying. I knew my Luna hadn’t been entirely happy being away from her own family, but I had it all under control. “My conscience couldn’t take it, my lord. I’m sorry.” “You’re the one who kept pressurizing us and rem
Silver: “You can do this,” Tiffanie told me as she gave me a light squeeze on the shoulder. I pressed my lips together and nodded, getting ready to face my people and tell them what I knew. “I have second thoughts about this,” Victor voiced his doubts like he had been doing throughout our plan to reveal everything to everyone. “I don’t have a choice,” I almost choked when I remembered the graphic details of the letter my mate, the Alpha had sent me. After my return to our land, everyone kept asking where I had been, who took me and how I managed to return. As I had been released in a hurry, I never really got the chance to construct a believable lie so I just said the first things that came to my head. I knew telling them the truth would only cause their interest in wolves to awaken and might even fuel them to act without thinking, so I purposely kept everything about the wolves away from them. However, when I had received that dreadful letter, I knew telling my people the trut
Silver: “These are the latest silver bullets crafted from your father’s book like you showed us,” one of the soldiers told me. “Watch what happens when I shoot it at the target compared to a normal bullet.” I watched with eagerness as the soldier shot Rogu who was tied up, with the normal gun, but there was no scratch or reaction from him. However, when the soldier shot his left arm with the crafted silver bullet, Rogu began to writhe and scream out in pain. “It works,” I exclaimed. “That’s amazing!” “Unfortunately, we can’t kill him since he’s the werewolf available for us for testing,” the soldier explained. “That’s alright,” I told him. “We’re just getting ourselves prepared in case their Alpha declares war. There’s no telling whether we’ll actually have to fight them or not.” I inspected the other weapons the soldiers and technicians had created under such notice and was marveled at how good they were. At this point, Rogu who was the only test subject was begging for death b
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