"Are you ready to go now, sleepy heads?" It was comical to see Elijah sit up with leaves stuck in his matted locks. He was looking around through blurry optics, stretching his lanky and awkward limbs. On the contrary, Miqella was ( to my chagrin ) impeccable as he rose from his slumber. Both glanced at me, much more alert than before. I was standing near the edge of the forest line, berries nestled in a makeshift basket. It was crafted from my jacket being flipped upside down, but for now, it would do. I came over with the bundle of blackberries, while Elijah looked over at me curiously. "Hey, what do you have there? It smells... sweet." He asked with a tentative sniff.The distinct sound of his stomach rumbling gave away his hunger, and Elijah didn't even look embarrassed as he shot to his feet. He met me halfway, and I watched his eyes light up in delight as he took in the sight of the fruit.I was lucky they grew in the groves not too far from here, gathering them had been easy
The spat between me and my brother slid to a standstill, and I heard his noise of confusion as all of my attention became focused on Timmy. His bare feet were sunk into the mud of the river bank, his large brown eyes so wide they looked like they'd pop out of his head. He looked more like an eerie children's toy than a person right now. He was staring, unmoving. I could barely tell if he was breathing. Did no one tell him I survived? No, that couldn't be it. I couldn't see Camille being that cruel after she explicitly mentioned taking care of him. But as he stood there, his skin pale as moonlight, my pulse was pounding in my ears. What was wrong with him? "Timmy? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked again as I started to move closer. It was hard to navigate over the sloshes of mud, the traction of my boots sinking into the wet terrain. Still, the grip managed to push me forward inside of stalling. Timmy finally looked up at me, but his eyes were wild. I could barely keep up with
Timmy wriggled straight out of my arms, and I fumbled to gain my balance. His screams were echoing inside my head."What...did you just say?" Bile was rising in the back of my throat and even though I knew what he was saying, I couldn't bring myself to comprehend it. I took a step back, but Timmy's wounded face froze me as if I had shot him. "He smells'a just like my dad! That's my daddy's blood all of over him!" Timmy pointed directly at Elijah, his eyes fierce and colder than I had ever seen them. It didn't look right on his innocent face, the one I had come to cherish. "It's his fault my momma won't stop crying! She don't love me anymore Missy, and it's all his fault for taking daddy away! She won't a talk to me at all, all she does is cry!" As his hysteric yells grew bolder, so did his tears. His hands formed fists into his shirt, it looked like he was trying to tug his own heart out with its placement. Elijah had done this. The faraway truth I had accepted about my brother
"Stop looking at me like I'm going to eat you." The air in the room was frigid, artic as if winter had rolled around in the middle of summer. I wasn't sure which one to look at--Morax or my brother. But as the Alpha eyed Elijah with contempt, and he returned the stare, I began to bounce my leg. Anxious energy crackling under the surface. It had been more than a few minutes now since we had settled inside his cabin, but the room was already filled to the brim with tension. I had taken a seat on Morax's plush sofa, but Elijah had opted to sit on the floor like a disgruntled toddler. Meanwhile, the Alpha hadn't sat at all. He was merely standing, towering over us. I couldn't tell if he was trying to intimidate us or not, but if he was, it was working. He looked so angry. "I'm sorry, I guess it's hard not to stare at the Alpha of a bloodthirsty clan like he's some apex predator." Elijah huffed, stubbornness painted on the ridge of his nose and on the edges of his jutted chin. I w
My hand came gingerly to rest over my chest. Alpha Morax was silent, watching my movements. I took a deep breath. "I can't speak for Elijah, but... I want to stay here." Alpha Morax looked taken aback, but for me, the answer was simple. Even though the truth behind Timmy had come out, it only made me feel like he needed my support that much more. And after everything that had happened, it wasn't like we had anywhere else to go. There was no telling where else our father had attacked, which clans could be trusted or not. And even the idea of other sections of his pack felt unappealing, while Morax would still be a part of them, Timmy and him would be here, in the center. Another attack could happen at any time, and being ignorant on the sidelines wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to know the truth. Behind my father's actions, the artifacts. And as my gaze swept over Morax's rigid features and strong jawline, I realized I wanted to know what made the Alpha tick too. I nodded, reaffir
Oh, that hurt. My hands shot up to rub at my throbbing skull. Hot streaks of embarrassment were shooting across the insides of my chest. I didn't want to look up and see Morax's face at my backward swan dive, but fate wasn't kind to me. No, it seemed like it actually liked to mock me. It took one look at me and went, look it's Robin Mayas, the personal punching bag!"...What are you doing, little wolf?" This is exactly why I should have been prepared for Morax's gold eyes to come into view. His face was dripping with confusion and he looked so perplexed, that it only made me feel like an idiot. "I was... practicing my...escape methods?" I tried, but I knew it sounded lame. The Alpha's brows shot up, and I wished he'd stop staring at me like I had grown a second head. "Your escape methods involve bashing your brain cells out? Alright then, I suppose you see something new every day." He commented dryly, and my face colored. "It's called a distraction leap.""Ah." He said slow
It was so still in the hallway, I couldn't help but wonder where all the nurses were. Stark white painted the walls, the building a different material than the rest. It was made of some stone and plaster mix, and as I stared out at the room at the end of the hall, I shuddered. It was suffocating in here, surrounded by all the white. But I pressed on, the sound of my boots loud as they hit the floor. I didn't see anyone except an older omega who had given me directions. If he was in such a critical condition, shouldn't some nurses be nearby? Before I knew it, I had arrived at the door. I was still sweaty from morning training, I was also flushed from my heated discussion with Elijah about the events that happened while he was locked away. I took a second to make myself look more presentable. Then, with a deep breath, I knocked twice. I tried to quell my nerves. It was weird seeing him after my odd dream of him and Alpha Morax. I had a dream they were fighting, and I had been
I think what made it worse... was that I knew he wasn't wrong. No matter how much I denied it, the social structure of a Beta had been tested. It was one of the sure bets of loyalty I had always believed in. A Beta stood by his Alpha, it was an ingrained fact, a truth as simple as mates. Betrayal was something no one thought of.Especially not when you were raised as a beta's daughter, one of the more privileged in the pack. But with the act of my father, how could I confidently say no other Beta would turn their back on their pack? In the end, our wolves' nature was strong. But we were part human too. We were Individual people who lived in families of likewise supernatural creatures. Humans didn't believe we existed, we stayed in the forest among our own. I think sometimes, those truths were forgotten. And as I turned to look at the window Miqella was staring at with such fierce hatred in his eyes, I was surprised to feel my chest tighten. I wasn't sure if I felt upset because of
The tension in the clearing broke, and suddenly laughter seemed to rejoin the pack. It was odd, how easily Elijah drained the tense atmosphere, his bumbling even making the rouges slacken in their intensity. I noticed the fiery girl from before look at him, rolling her eyes before she smirked. After that, everything seemed to go off without a hitch. We gave them their housing, went over the rules, even though some were moved to separate settlements it ended as a standard procedure. It was like our village hadn't been torched, like packs weren't dying to protect the relics. For a moment, it felt...normal. Like my life had always been here. But I knew the minute the four of us were alone, that peace would shatter. If not by whatever they had to tell me, but by what I had to say. I watched impatiently as the crowd slowly dispersed, that weird fog churning in my chest again. It felt like a vice. Something I couldn't shake. What was it?Anxiety? Pain? Something else entirely…?"...Hm.
“I gotcha now, Missy Robin!” Laughter played in the air around me, and I was stunned as my world came back into focus. A fog retreating when a scamper of footsteps broke through. “…What?” I gasped. The kick came for my mid-section and I barely managed to step out of the way in time. I was watching as Timmy charged at me with all his tiny might. I saw a flurry of red locks and a triumphant grin before I shot out my hand to catch his ankle. So frail in my hands, he was like a baby jumping on its momma. Full of effort with no dexterity. “Hey, what’a gives! I had you!” Timmy’s grin fell into a pout, and I shrugged. “No, you thought you had me.” My leg swept out to kick his out from under him and the boy fell with an overzealous oof. He lay on the ground, groaning about my ‘cheap’ tricks. He was defeated for the umpteenth time. “This…a’, isn’t fair!” He was huffing and puffing when I leaned down to pat his head. Honestly, at this point, I wasn’t even trying. My mind was scattered,
Elijah Pov. “You mind tellin’ me what the hell is going on now?” Malika shot me a look from the other side of her father’s shoulders, but honestly, I was as freakin’ clueless as she was. I gave her a half-assed shrug, looking back at Morax. The dude was stopped dead in the center of the alley looking like someone slapped his mother. I could feel his aura spilling out, and it brought back memories of pain pretty damn quickly. I think it was safe to assume whoever he ran into wasn’t a buddy of ours. “I’m not sure, but stay here. I’ll get a closer look.” I promised, gently handing her father over to her the rest of the way. She heaved slightly under his weight, but once she was settled she gave me the go-ahead. I could see from where I was that there were people on the other side of the alley. There was a red-headed chick I’d never seen before and my comrades. But that wasn’t what had Morax’s attention. So I stepped closer, sniffing the air. I paused right when the city lights hit th
Morax Pov. ‘Stay true to your position and stay out of sight. I’m on my way. Be safe.’ I sent out the signal, running as fast as my body would let me. Red fur blazed the trail ahead of me, blood matting both our coats while our paws thudded over the ground. The air was thick with tension tonight, a sense of gravity that tugged at our limbs while we broke the shackles. Just three more. It was so close I could taste it. ‘Are you sure we should be throwing another assault after our last two…? Can we really keep going for so long without rest?’ Green eyes pierced the darkness, and I followed Escha sharply around a corner. ‘Elijah knows where the Copse Alpha is, and as for Zander…well, it appears we don’t have to do anything at all.’ ‘How is that poss—ah…wait, Miqella?’ She said his name with understanding. ‘If anyone can deliver, it’s him.’ I echoed back, and I knew she wouldn’t respond. It went without saying that I trusted him never to fail; he was as stubborn as he was loyal. L
Elijah Pov. No matter how long we waited, he didn’t budge. Seconds turned to minutes while I scrambled to figure out what I was supposed to do. Normal people would just open the door, right? But I wasn’t supposed to be here. Shit, shit, shit…! "Malika!" My father's voice boomed from the other side, and this time we both flinched. I could hear how hard his knuckles rapped against the shabby wood and I was consciously aware it could fall off any second. Horror images about how it had simply teetered off earlier flashed in my mind every time his hand touched the door. The mental image sucked, freezing my limbs in place. I tore my gaze from the window to Malika's face. Somehow her shocked expression annoyed me. "I thought this place was a secret," I accused, whispering as low as possible. Not being able to mind link with her sucked right now, but I could only hope he didn't hear me. He was still knocking away though, insistent. "I didn't tell him where I lived," She mouthed, her
Elijah Pov. “Here, we can talk more in private.” The door creaked open, damn near falling off its hinges despite the gentle push Zuri gave. "This is your, um, house?" I questioned at length, staring at the rundown building. It looked out of place in a city alive with technology. Tall buildings could be seen right outside of the alley, but here we were in front of a dingy, unlit shack. A part of me didn't want to ask about it, but when the wood teetered like a frail old man just from being touched, yeah, I had some concerns. I didn't want to offend her but I also didn't really want to die either. Zuri looked back at me over her shoulder scowling, “I said we were going to my place, didn’t I?” Her tone was laid back and drawled, but her eyes were like pin needles and fire. They told me to go kick rocks. I laughed, putting my hands up in surrender. “You did, but I just didn’t expect it to look like this…” I admitted slowly and her gaze only grew harsher. “You ca
Elijah Pov."So, are the rumors true or not?" Zuri's voice settled in the air, collecting dust on the table while I tried to find my voice. I didn't wanna admit it, but when Miqella exchanged a look with me, I knew this shit was real. Everything this stranger was saying about Robin, all the messed up "deals" laid out by my sperm donor, the horror of it all, was all true. She caught us up on all the daily chatter, even explaining who or what exactly my sister was. According to the rumors swept up by my father, he claimed Robin was the offspring of the previous Goddess Harbinger. That part I knew was true, but he claimed that for some reason, her blood was special...unlike mine.Was it because I was a guy? I had no clue.But. he swore up and down, she was a partial reincarnation of the moon Goddess. The rumors spread like wildfire in the city, everyone talking about her mark. Because of it, he was growing a hell of a following. I guess, not many people would turn down the opp
My knees hit the dirt. My hands lay bare against the soil.Still, I'm unable to move as the blazing glory I had just witnessed vanished into the undisturbed blades of grass. There were no more screams, no more gut-wrenching sounds of blistering flesh. Just cicadas and a thundering pulse in my chest, pushing at the bounds of my mind. I was scared to move despite knowing exactly where I was.The smell in the air was undoubtedly the Aconite Pack territory. I was back.All the air seized from my lungs. My fingers trembled as I clutched at the grass, trying to catch my breath. The harbinger mark was still searing into my flesh. It felt like a hot brand of iron tearing through my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. I was back. But my mom. . . I caught Mrs. Pearl's scent on the wind, along with Angelica's. But I didn't budge an inch, not even when I heard someone kneel beside me.I felt frozen. Like my leg had snapped right along with hers, even though it was
"Are you ready to see this? I can only conjure it once for you, if you back out, there's no going back." Angelica's warning rattled in my ears, and I swallowed back my trepidation. Everything I was sacrificing, lying for, and hiding from built up to this moment. I stared at the milky white palms of Angelica's hands, enraptured in the strange pink energy that seemed to pool straight up into the air from her pores. If I wanted out, this would be my only chance. I knew that. But as I stared at the gravity-defying magic, I couldn't look away. "I'm ready," I affirmed. There was no way I could walk away, not now. I needed to know about my mother, what Elijah never told me--what my father had been hiding. I had never questioned, never even wavered in his teachings. So I knew I could never be my own person until I knew the truth. These were my goals. My aspirations. Not Elijah's, not Morax's. I needed this. "Then, let's explore the past. Shall we?" Her hands lifted, and before I knew