The silence around the farm was deadly. Not one of us dared to speak.
We were woken amid the night, violently, by guards who busted through our shack and pulled the chains that bound our limbs.
I jolted awake, unsure of what was going on. Only knowing of the severe pain, I was feeling throughout my body as the guard dragged me from the shack and onto the open farm. I landed in the hard dirt that was burnt from the hot days.
My messy dark hair fell around my body and stuck to my moist narrow features.
God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown.
Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal.
The pain in my chest was so great I could hardly stand to my feet. I nearly fell over but thankfully my slave friend Kamala stood beside me and kept me on my feet.
She gave me one glance before whispering, “Keep your chin up and your back straight. If they think you are going to die soon, they will hunt you.”
The guards finished gathering the slaves around the farm and they stood behind us as the head guard, Jasper, took his place in front of us. He stood tall and proud; he was the most feared out of all the guards. He decided our fate; whether we lived or died.
“Good news, slaves. You’re getting out of here. The king had ordered that you be sent to the homes of the nobles as a prize.”
We stared at each other, riddled in fear. Confused as to what he meant.
I was only at the slave farm for a couple of years.
At the young age of 3 years old, I was adopted by a commoner family, and we lived in a small village south of the continent. At the time, commoners were allowed to hold slaves as their own. Some commoners even allowed slaves to be a part of their families.
I was lucky enough to be a part of a family. I obtained an education. I learned about slavery in different regions of the world. How black and grey-furred wolves weren’t particularly liked or respected in most areas but if I stayed in the commoner’s village, I would be protected.
For most of my childhood, I lived in fear. I feared being taken away from my family and made into a real slave like the others in different regions. I feared the noblemen ripping my home apart and collecting all the “dirtballs” as they called us.
But still, it happened.
My family was able to protect me until a couple of years ago when I turned 15. That was the year the king changed the law. It came to horror to my parents and the other commoners around us, but they were no longer allowed to hold slaves in their homes or towns. All slaves were to be rounded up and sent to the higher-ranked hierarchy. Slaves under the age of 18 would be sent to the slave farm to properly train for their lifetime of duties.
The rules of the farm were simple. We weren’t allowed to speak until given permission. We weren’t allowed to complain, cry, or express any sort of pain or emotions. We weren’t allowed to leave our bunkers unless given permission. We only ate and drank when food was provided to us. Whatever tasks were given to us, must be completed within the provided timeline. We couldn’t talk amongst each other unless permission was granted. Any violations of those rules would result in a severe beating. We couldn’t shift. So that we could protect ourselves after years of being chained.
Like most of the slaves on the farm, I was underaged. I wasn’t due to go to a nobleman’s home until I was at least 18 years old. Only one more year, and that was only if I lived to become 18.
Some of the older slaves on the farm were either too old, too weak, or too sick to be put in the home of a noble.
My body was trembling as Jasper looked amongst our faces; there was no expression on his face.
“In your shacks, I have posted the names of each noble family. It’s up to you to decide who to go with. You will present to your assigned guards your decision by morning,” Jasper announced as he motioned for the guards to come to collect us.
One by one we were being dragged back towards our shacks. I had to work to keep up the pace of everyone else. My breathing was crisp as I tried to maintain my rapid heart rate. I swallowed hard as nausea overtook me.
I had to keep reminding myself: not here; I couldn’t throw up here.
Once we got back to the shack, I went towards my assigned area. Kamala and I were placed towards the corner. We slept on piles of straw and remained in our chains. They were afraid of what we’d do if they took away the chains. These chains were the only things keeping us from transferring into our wolf forms.
They kept us weak.
As stated, on the wooden walls of the shack, there was a long piece of paper with the names of the noble families. After what felt like a lifetime of silence, one of the slaves, Stasha, stood and made her way toward the paper.
She read the paper silently to herself; her face showed nothing but worry. She stumbled backward as though keeping her own weight on her feet was painful. After another breath of silence, Kamala finally stood and made her way towards the paper as well. I followed pursuit, wincing as I pulled myself to my feet. I held onto my chest and made my way towards the paper.
There were 12 names for each of the 12 slaves. We had to choose one family each to go with.
I looked at Kamala; a fear of being separated from her. During my time on the farm, she has taken care of me. She’s the only one who knows about my medical condition, and she’s helped me manage it so it wouldn’t be as noticeable.
She helped keep me alive.
Now, I was losing her.
“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered as she assessed my face. “Just keep breathing.”
I did as she said and maintained a steady breath; I inhaled slowly and exhaled even slower. Attempting to keep my heart rate steady; slowly pain in my chest subsided, and I felt myself calming down.
The other slaves began gathering around and reading the names we had to choose from. One girl, Laya, pointed at a name in particular.
“The Roessler’s,” she said, her lips forming a thin line as she stared at the name.
We all turned to look at what she was pointing at; The Roessler Family.
I didn’t know much about them, but back when I lived in the village with my family before, I was taken to the farm, I remember reading about the Roessler family in a newspaper. Marlon Roessler was known to be the most racist nobleman; he was also the highest-ranked nobleman.
Being assigned to the Roessler’s would mean being assigned to death.
“Well, someone has to,” another slave said; I didn’t know where that voice came from.
“We draw straw,” A slave said. “The one who picks the shortest straw will go to the Roessler’s.”
Laya opened her mouth to argue but another slave quickly placed her hand over Laya’s mouth.
“It’s the fairest solution,” the slave told her.
One by one each of us picked a straw; I saw the flood of relief from each girl as they picked a long straw. However, that relief didn’t last long as they remembered they still needed to pick another name off the list.
By the time it got to me, there were only a couple of straws left.
I grabbed onto the straw.
Taking in a shaky breath, I stumbled backward. I looked at the concerned gazes as I fell into the mound of straw that sat in my corner. I tried to count my breaths to maintain my heart rate again but the dizziness that overtook me made it nearly impossible.
I looked at the concerned faces of those around me until my eyes landed on Kamala who was rushing towards my side.
The Roessler’s.
“Deonna?” She asked softly, placing her fingers across my forehead. Her palm was instantly damp from my sweat, and she wiped it on the rags she wore. “Deonna, breathe,” she said to me. But her voice was distorted. “Stay with me…” was the last thing I heard before everything went dark.
I was awakened by the clattering and shaking of the transport cart. The chains that bound my wrists were cutting circulation and making marks on my tanned skin. They placed chains around my neck and feet, which weighed down my light weighted body. They kept these chains on us per orders of the King and Queen as safety precautions.The transport cart was filled with other black and grey-furred beauties much like me. What terrifies me more is I could find Kamala. I saw other faces staring around at each other with fear. Despite knowing the names of the nobles, we were going to, I don’t think any of us really knew where we were going. Nobody knew exactly what was in store for us.I was only at the slave farm for a couple of years, but a lot of them have been there for most of their lives. I was there long enough to know that I don’t want the next generation to suffer as we have. Nobody deserved this, regardless of their fur color.My chains were tugged, yanking me out of the cart, along w
“What is your name, dirtball?” Marlon asked her.Marlon could feel his wolf tugging at him. A feeling in his chest he couldn’t shake. The little slave on the ground looked incredibly thin and naked. She had run straight into Marlon’s chest, and he typically would have found her to be appalling. She had a strange scent, and her hair was black and mangled.His eyes found hers and for a moment he couldn’t bring himself to look away. Her eyes were green with a tint of golden-brown and shaped like a chestnut. He could feel his wolf-self pulling him towards her, though he maintained his stance. She seemed to be nothing but a mere child; no older than 17 and yet she was affecting his wolf in only a way a mate would.“Deonna…” she spoke in a raspy tone, and it almost looked as if it pained her to speak.“I am the master of the Roessler estate,” Marlon introduced. “You will address me as such. Stand to your feet,” he ordered.With hesitation, she managed to pull herself off the ground and to he
Bob and Alex brought me to the slave shack in the gardens just as Marlon had ordered them. I heard the latching of the door as they locked me inside and went to meet with their father. I was relieved that I was alone; Alex found me some rags to throw on from a previous slave.I didn’t dare ask what happened to that slave.When Marlon told his sons to take me to the gardens, I was expecting it to be a lot prettier than it was. The garden itself was gorgeous; it was probably as big as the courtyard. I remembered reading a long time ago that the garden was one of Ashley Roessler’s prized possessions before she passed away three years ago.It was filled with different varieties of flowers and plants. There was a cobblestone walkway that went through the gardens to make access that much easier. In one section were freshly grown fruits and vegetables. The sight of them made my stomach growl, considering I haven’t been fed yet. However, they were being tended by one of the gardeners and I kne
I sat awake with my stomach growling for what felt like hours. I wasn’t sure how long I was sitting in the grocery room, but I was disappointed that Bob hadn’t returned with anything to eat. He had told me that he would soon find me something and return to me within the hour. However, I was thinking he had forgotten about me.Maybe he got caught up with something else.It’s been a long time since I felt my wolf; I used to feel her presence all the time before I was taken to the slave farm. Once they chained me and kept me, prisoner, she had gone completely silent. Today was the first time in a couple of years that I heard loud and clear.She was reaching out to Marlon Roessler in a way that I had never felt before. It was unfamiliar and unsettling. I had to keep pushing the feeling down into my stomach because I would be damned that she would feel any type of way for a man that approves of slavery. He was one of the most racist wolves amongst the kingdoms; it wouldn’t be right of me to
It was an out-of-body experience; or so, that’s how it felt. I wasn’t expecting to have a second run-in with Marlon Roessler, and I certainly wasn’t expecting him to be embracing me as he was.Yet still, I didn’t mind it. Because I too wanted to embrace him. I no longer felt like myself and I no longer felt as though I was in control of my body. Something was taking over, and I could no longer help myself.His strong arms were wrapped around me, and I could smell the strong musk coming from his body. My eyes found his, the light blue droplets of colors that poured into my soul, leaving me breathless and hypnotized by his magnetic pull.I had noticed how incredibly beautiful he was when I first initially met him; his face was unforgettable, despite how terrified I was. But having him standing there with me, as I’m entangled in his arms, he was a whole new level of beauty, and for whatever reason, I no longer felt fear towards him. Only lust. A lust that I couldn’t explain.I read a lot
“Fuck…” Marlon snarled as he leaned over his bed and saw a sleeping Deonna on the ground beside him.The memories of last night were fuzzy in his mind and the only thing he could think of was that he was drugged. But if he was drugged, how the hell did this dirtball get drugged too? Her black hair fell messily around her tanned features; she had slight drool on the side of her chin. He found himself smiling at her sleeping body, mesmerized at the sight of the purple haze outlining her features.The rags she wore were practically torn off her thin malnourished body. He felt his wolf self reaching out to her and wanting to keep her safe; wanting to wrap her up in his arms and keep her safe. He had to shake that feeling away quickly. There was no way this little slave was his mate. She wasn’t even a full adult yet, not to mention she was a black-furred wolf. His inner wolf had to be making a mistake and the very thought of it was beginning to piss him off.Nudging her with his foot, she
As soon I reached outside, I was hit with the cool sensation of the autumn air. It soothed my burning throat almost instantly, though I was still parched for water.I could hear the clicking of the sprinkler system not far from where I stood. As I got closer, the mist began to speculate my features. The already cold air got much colder. Soothing away the pain Marlon had caused.I rinsed my fingers through the cold water, relieved that nobody was around to spot me. There wasn’t a sound for miles; only the soft sounds of the trees moving through the wind and the far-off distant birds flying through the late morning sky.I didn’t remember the last time I rinsed with fresh water; back on the slave farm, the water we used to bathe was always used and dirty. By the time I was able to bathe, I would be lucky if it was a light brown vs. a da
As I came to, I realized I was back in the slave shack. I was in a hay bed with a thin blanket laying on top of me. I was still wearing my rags, but it appeared that someone hosed me down to get rid of the dirt and blood that covered my body.My dark hair was also damp, but the top of my head stung at any movement. Once I attempted to move my body, I realized everything stung. As I lay in bed, I could hardly move.I could feel my body temperature rising; sweat was piling on my forehead and dripping down my features. I found it difficult to keep myself awake.I began drifting off again; I was sure this was what death felt like.“Hey… wake up.”I felt a set of strong hands on my shoulders shaking me gently. Fear began to course through me again, thinking t
My water broke right in the middle of Marlon’s proposal to me. It couldn’t have come at the worst time, but the contractions were awful and gut-wrenching. Pain coursed through my body, and I screamed as I tumbled onto the bed.It felt like the baby was about to break out of my stomach at any moment. I could feel the sweat trickling down my features and rolling down the nape of my neck. My breathing had come to rasp and my body trembled uncontrollably.Marlon tried to get me to lie all the way down in the bed.“Aaaahhhhhh!” I screamed as more pain went through my body like an electronic shock.I wished more than anything that I could have Kamala by my side, but she was still unconscious. I held onto Marlon’s arm tightly as the pain went through my body, nearly paralyzing me. I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. It was too early to be having this baby; I wasn’t due for another few weeks.“I have Dr. Lovewitt on the way,” Marlon assured me as he placed a warm cloth over my he
Bob carried Kamala back to the manor, and Deonna and Marlon walked beside them. As they returned, the maids were scurrying around the foyer, looking shocked and Winston also looked worried. Bob said nothing as he passed them to the grand stairs to bring Kamala to bed. She still hadn’t woken up and it was worrisome.Marlon felt complete to blame for that. He couldn’t believe he didn’t realize that her magic was no longer light and that she was using dark magic. Then again, how would he have known unless they told him?None of this made sense to him and he felt a knot in his stomach. He knew Deonna was upset with him for making Kamala come here to use her powers. Especially considering it nearly killed her the first time she used them. But at the time, Marlon felt like there was no other choice. There wasn’t any proof that they had won; though from what Marlon could tell, almost everyone including the king was dead.He hadn’t seen Alex’s body though, so he wasn’t sure if his other son w
I ducked and covered as the battleground exploded. Bits and pieces of the king’s ground flew all over the place; smoke filled the air so I couldn’t see if there were any survivors. I was lucky enough to be a distance away, so I wasn’t hit or hurt, but the ringing in my ears was surreal.I couldn’t hear anything, and I could hardly see anything. The smoke filled my lungs quickly and coughed to try to remove it from my lungs. I pushed my way through the smoke and stumbled across some bodies of the dead. I grimaced at the blood as I came across these bodies; they all looked burned to a crisp and blood soaking through the dirt that surrounded us.My breathing grew shaky as I continued walking through the battlegrounds; praying that I could find some survivors.As my hearing started returning, I heard some screams of the injured and some screams of terror from some others.I screamed out for Marlon.I screamed out for Kamala.She was in the air a moment ago, and now she was completely gone
The gunshots and the yelling were getting louder as Kamala left the forest and entered the town of Mooncrest. The battle was nearing as she ran closer toward them; she wasn’t sure what her game plan was, but Bob and Marlon seemed so sure that she would be able to stop the battle by using her magic.Though they didn’t know how deep her magic goes and how different it was. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to control it once it started working. Once she came into view of the battle, she turned back into her human form.Or more like her body rejected her wolf form. She wasn’t sure which it was, but it was unsettling.The battle was going on around her; as she walked through the fighting, it was almost as if nobody could see her. None of them paid much attention to her; she realized that nothing was able to touch her.It was amazing; she was wrapped in a bubble of different energy. She couldn’t believe it. It seemed as though the dark magic was working around her without her tellin
I couldn’t believe she had just left. We discovered that her powers are darker than what meets the eye. I’m starting to think it wasn’t Nyx who had this plan; maybe she planned to give Kamala the power to use it for good and not drain her of her wolf and life. But maybe whatever dark magic Petra used was what took that light magic from Kamala and started to fill her with its dark magic.I feared that when she arrived and used those powers to stop the battle, it was going to do worse than good.I couldn’t just stand around and watch my friend and everyone I know, and love meet a fatal end. I had to somehow stop it from happening; I told her I was going to let her go alone. I made a promise that I would stay behind and get some rest, get Mateo in the morning, and wait around for Kamala to send me word. But I couldn’t just do that; I had to go back to Mooncrest to help them.But first, I couldn’t just leave here without seeing my son. This might be the last time I see him, and I needed h
“He wants what?!” Deonna asked, staring at Kamala with wide and worried eyes.Kamala sat at the edge of Deonna’s bed, playing with her fingers nervously. She felt the urge to cry but no tears would leave her eyes. She wasn’t sure what to do or what to think. She couldn’t believe that Bob was asking her to do such a thing. Especially after knowing what happened to her the first time when she used this power.Bob didn’t even know the extent of it, and he was wanting her to return to Mooncrest and defeat the king’s army using the light magic that Nyx had given her. He had no idea that her light magic was gone, and it was only replaced with the dark magic the castle’s shield had soaked into her.She was like a sponge, and she wasn’t sure she could handle such a task.It would put everybody in danger and probably kill her in the process.“I have to,” Kamala said softly, looking at Deonna. “I must help with this battle. If there’s a way to defeat the king’s army and fight for our freedom, t
Marlon was taking cover; he remained in his wolf form, but he feared no good would come from that. the king’s army decided to fight dirty and was using firearms. He managed to get a glimpse of Deonna and Kamala running toward the forest and it didn’t seem as if anyone was following her.Alex’s eyes never left her though he was growling as he too remained in his wolf form. He was obviously furious that she had gotten away but with one wrong move and he would have gotten shot so he couldn’t go after her.It pleased Marlon to watch Deonna escape and once she disappeared into the forest completely, he knew she was going to make it to the village and make it back to Mateo.He refused to die here though; he wasn’t going to let Deonna give birth to their second child without him. He couldn’t bear the thought of her raising their children alone. She wouldn’t have the proper resources needed to raise these children on her own.However, there was no doubt in his mind that she would manage just
I nearly dropped the letter as I continued reading it; it was a letter from my birth mother, Elianna, to my adoptive mother. it was all here; every bit of truth about what happened the night I was born. It was Frederick that told the duke about Elianna giving birth to me. It was Frederick that basically caused the manhunt for my birth father Robert and caused him to either die or run away.I wasn’t expecting the duke to forgive Elianna so easily though after she had an affair and a child with Robert. But he forgave her until she was sent my information and then she was never trusted again.Considering the journal entries were no more and this seemed to be the last letter that I know about; there was no doubt in my mind that the duke had his wife killed because of my birth.What hurt more than knowing about my actual past, was knowing that my adoptive mother knew about it. Everything was written out for her; I’m not sure when she received this letter, but she received it and read it. S
I wanted to write this letter because you have something that belonged to me a long time ago. I have lost everything, and I continue to lose so much even as I write this. I don’t know how much more time I have before they find me. But if nothing else, I want you to at least know the truth about Deonna. I know you adopted her in an orphanage up North. I know this because I was the one who put her there, and you might be wondering who I am and why I would give up such a beautiful child, placing her in a location as cruel as that orphanage. It’s because where I come from, I couldn’t take her with me. It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s that I couldn’t. if she were to be found out, I would be put to death. But I made some miscalculations, and it seems I will be put to death anyway. Her existence is known, and I only have myself to blame. I’m sorry for writing this in a letter and I’m sorry you adopted her without knowing the truth about her. She will grow to always have a target on her