Silver: “How do you feel?” Damon asked me, holding my hand. I nodded to let him know I was fine, but he saw right through me. “It’s going to be okay,” he said, pulling me closer and planting a kiss on my cheek. It was a month later and I was at my coronation, about to be crowned Luna. A new palace which was even larger than the last one had been built with a beautiful courtroom that could house more than a thousand guests. It felt surreal but beautiful as I waited for Gwyddion to announce my presence and for the curtains to open before I would walk down and show myself to the people. The curtains opened slowly and I walked down with the help of Damon, holding me and leading the way. The court house was silent as everyone watched us come down to take our seats on the throne and for me to accept the crown. When the crown was placed on my head, everyone clapped. However, I knew many of them were still skeptical about me being their queen. They didn’t know where I truly came from an
Alpha Damon:When Silver returned from making herself acquainted with all the guests, she tried to hide the fear in her eyes with the mask of a smile but I could see it. I tried to access her feelings through our bond, but couldn’t feel anything. Unfortunately for me, she had learned to shut me out whenever she wanted and that didn’t bode well for me. I wished I could have followed her around and been the one to introduce her, but this stupid law insisted she do it on her own, something about showing her capabilities as a queen Luna or something. “How did it go?” I asked her, wishing she would take the cue and tell me what was bothering her but I doubted she would. “It went well,” she said, smiling even harder. “Most of them were nice.” Okay. We were getting somewhere. “And the rest?” I asked and saw her smile waver a bit. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. People will not always do or say things you like.” My hands balled into fists under the table as I imagined what any of them coul
Silver: “Don’t say that,” I purred, turning his head so that his lips would meet mine instead, but he stopped me right on time. Unlike me, he didn’t have so much to drink during the party and still had his wits and strength about him. Wait. Was that why he was reluctant to touch me? Maybe he thought I was drunk and unaware of what I was doing. While that was sweet of him, it was the last thing I needed at the moment. I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was his hands on my body. “We’ll have all the time in the world after today to tear each other apart,” he whispered, lightly lifting my hands from his chest. “Ugh,” I groaned, pushing him away and flopping against the bed. As much as I wanted him, I had spent enough time with him to know that he had the self-control of a monk. If he didn’t want to do anything, no one, not even I could make him do it. It was practically our wedding night, yet he was avoiding me just like he had been doing throughout the past month we had spent i
Silver:I felt a throb in my core throughout the time Damon washed my body in the bath. It felt so good being in such an intimate position with him. It made me imagine what more was there to experience. “You have the softest skin,” he whispered and I moved in closer to him in response. When he was done lathering us both up, he rinsed my body gently and to my confusion, stood up and wrapped a towel around my body. I giggled as he carried me into the room and laid me on the bed. “What are you doing?” I asked when I felt him pull a silk dress over my head. “Dressing you up,” he said, shrugging even though his eyes were covered with lust. “Why?” I asked, trying but failing to push his hands away. “I told you we have the rest of our lives to be intimate,” he said. “You’re tired. You need to rest.” I flared up. “It’s my body. I’ll say when I’m tired and when I’m not.” He didn’t say anything as he climbed into bed with me, wearing a full set of night clothes. “Ugh,” I said and frown
Silver:There was a long awkward silence as everyone avoided our gaze. I didn’t feel comfortable because I couldn’t tell exactly what Damon was thinking. Was he on their side or mine? “I expect answers to my questions when I ask them,” he said in a harsher voice that made a few of the maids flinch. “The cook was just telling us what she heard, my Lord. I don’t know where she heard it from,” the maid who ran into us said, obviously trying to shift the blame from herself. “Go ahead,” he said to the cook, turning his attention to her. “Tell me what you were saying just before I walked in.” “I didn’t…” she stammered, looking everywhere but at me. “Let me juggle your memory. You were saying my mate was a harem girl who deserves to be put to death for not being a virgin,” he snapped and I recoiled on the inside. Why did he have to be so raw? Seeing she had no way to come out of this, the cook fell to my feet and began to beg. “Please my King, my Luna,” she cried. “Please beg the King
Silver: Fortunately, he didn’t tear the dress off me. He found a zipper by the side which he slowly pulled down and within a few seconds I was sitting on the bed in my underwear alone. I swallowed when he undid the hook of my bra and my bra and my breasts fell heavily. I saw the unmistakable lust in his eyes when he took it in, and unable to hold himself back, he reached out and grabbed one in his hand. He found my nipple and tugged at it, bringing an unexpected moan from me. That felt so good. He sat down next to me and swallowed my mouth with his, interchanging between breasts as our tongues danced together. I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed each sound, massaging my breasts in a way only him knew how. Damon left a trail of kisses down my neck as he went down, letting my back hit the pillow on the really big bed. Maintaining eye contact, he sucked a nipple while he rubbed the other, making me arch my back at the pleasure. I had never felt anything quite like this before.
Silver: When I woke up the next morning, I turned to the side to reach for Damon, but he wasn’t there. I frowned. Where did he always go in the mornings? I was very hungry, but that was to be expected after such a busy night I had. My legs clenched together as a blush tinged my cheeks when I remembered. Sitting up, I yawned and stretched my arms. It was bright out, but I was in no mood to leave the room yet, especially after what happened the day before. The door opened mid-yawn and Damon entered, holding a tray of food. “I was quiet,” he said, with an exaggerated frown on his face. “I told everyone to be quiet. I wanted to be the one to wake you.” “It’s fine,” I said, excitedly taking the tray of food from him. It smelled so good and I couldn’t wait to dig in. “Good morning,” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead and joining me on the bed. “Good morning,” I repeated with my mouth stuffed with food. He was quiet while I ate and when I looked up to ask him why he wasn’t jo
Silver: Being Luna was the best thing that ever happened to me if I’m honest. Whenever I wasn’t naked and getting the best orgasms of my life, I was out with Damon exploring the Kingdom. I got to experience the other parts of the Kingdom and different kinds of werewolves like the faes, the lycans and others. Coupled with that, I also spent my free time reading everything I could find. Damon sometimes joked that I was now more capable of running the Kingdom with all my knowledge than he was. In a way, that was almost true. Being Luna meant I was automatically his chief adviser. I helped him solve cases that were too ambiguous and gave him general advice on other stuff. I got to be in some of their meetings and soon enough, both the people and even the councilmen respected me. New councilmen were elected to replace those that had either escaped or were rightfully executed in the Alpha’s rage, so it was easier for me to meet new people, who didn’t see me being paraded as a harem girl
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