AS expected, Amara wasn’t treated by the pack doctor. Dr. Vaugh was busy attending to a pregnant Luna, and so, her father, Argus, aided her wounds using some herbal leaves instead at their home.
She was able to take a rest in her tiny room after that. She fell into a deep sleep and only woke up when she heard her father’s loud cries. She got up immediately on the bed. Despite the injuries she got, she still managed to run towards the door. As soon as she opened it, her eyes turned to the people in their living room.
There she saw her father on his bended knees, asking for mercy from the two high-ranked warrior werewolves in front of him.
“Father!” she called Argus, her father.
Terror started to creep into her body when she noticed the warriors' eyes. Those ruthless eyes seemed merciless, cold, and screaming of death and hatred.
Her father turned and met her gaze. She was so scared that she could not make a single move.
“Please go back to your room, Amara!” his father pleaded.
“B-But what's going on?” She panicked; her body started to shake in fear. “Father, why are they here?”
“Please, Amara! I don't want you to see this!” Argus cried out loud and then looked back at the warriors. “I didn't do it! I swear, I didn't try to kill the Alpha!”
Amara's eyes widened. It's as if she felt a lump in her throat that she couldn't breathe properly. She held her chest and leaned against her room door for support. She couldn’t seem to take a grasp of what was happening.
“You were the last servant in his room, and yet you still dare to deny it?!” The warrior named Thomas groaned angrily. “We saw the fucking knife in your belongings! Don't you ever try to deny it!”
“I didn't do it! Please, spare my life!” Argus begged in front of them. “I swear to the Moon goddess that I never tried to harm our Alpha. I've been a loyal servant for years already!”
Amara couldn't utter a word. She was shocked to hear everything. It was like a scene that she saw before. The trauma, violence, and misery were all going back in her head. She knew her father wouldn't do anything that could harm the Alpha. Afraid to see what could happen next, she ran towards her father and knelt in front of the warriors.
“Amara, I told you to get back to your—”
“I believe my father, sir! He can't even do something that could upset Alpha Gregory. He couldn't even kill an animal... It wasn't him! Please... Please spare his life!” Amara begged as her tears fell down her cheeks.
The warriors only laughed at her plea. She then hugged her father, trying to protect him at all cost.
“Argus, you've been an amazing servant. The Alpha trusted you more than anyone in Omega. How dare you do this to him?”
“I didn't! I told you, it wasn't me!”
“It wasn't him, believe us, sir! Please try to investigate further! There might be a mistake—” Amara wasn't able to finish her words when Isaac, the other warrior, attacked her.
She felt her bones breaking into pieces when he thrust her to the wall with all his force. In just a matter of seconds, the warrior partly shifted. She coughed some blood when she fell on the floor, but Isaac didn't stop right there. He choked her neck and pinned her to the wall.
Amara tried to fight back. She threw some punches for the first time in her life, but that didn't make Isaac flinch even a bit. He laughed and eyed her darkly.
“This half-blooded b*tch doesn't know her place yet, Thomas.”
Amara screamed when Isaac started to move his face closer. His fangs were all ready to bite her. She cried for help and shouted Killian's name. The warriors just laughed in amusement.
“Who are you calling, huh? Your savior?” Isaac mocked her and strangled her neck deeply. She felt his claw digging deeper into her skin, making her blood flow down her shoulder blades.
“P-please...” she tried to speak, but she was almost out of breath.
Tears burned her eyes as she tried to glance at her father, who was still asking for mercy. She felt the intense and unfamiliar heat all over her body. Watching her father pleading for his life made her feel more miserable. Her father was kind and innocent... It must be some frame-up.
“Let go of my daughter!” Argus yelled; this time, his voice filled with anger.
She saw how her father's eye color turned from brown to spring. He was about to attack Isaac, but Thomas shifted into a full wolf and bit his father.
Amara's vision went pitch black when she saw how the wolf bit his father's head and decapitated him in an instance. Bloods were everywhere, including her face.
Her heart froze... She saw how her father's head fell on the ground, and then his body being gripped by the ruthless warrior.
She was aware that the warriors laughed out loud, but it seemed like she became deaf for a moment. She was still pinned in the wall, looking at her father's head on the floor. Isaac released her and turned to his father's body, and attacked it into pieces.
She couldn't look away. Her eyes were fixated on her father's head that was also facing her. His eyes were wide-opened, tears were still on his cheeks...
A memory of her father smiling and covering her with a blanket replayed in her mind, a blanket that reminded her of her father's warmth and love. She gasped and tried to crawl slowly towards her father's head while hot tears were falling down her cheeks like a rapid river.
“F-Father...” she called him, hoping that his father would respond like he usually does. But then he didn't answer back...
His head didn't move, eyes weren't blinking, and lips still half-opened...
“N-no... Father...” she cried softly.
With her hands shaking in fear and sadness, she touched her father's head carefully. She bit her lower lip. Her hands caressed him for the last time. She held his face and shut his eyes closed, and then she screamed her lungs out.
Killian stormed to the house. He was shocked at what he saw. Amara felt helpless and hopeless at that very moment. Still holding her father's head, she looked up at Killian, who was standing before her.
“You're going to pay for this,” Killian shouted as he looked at his co-warriors ruthlessly and then shifted into a wolf.
Amara didn't even flinch when they started fighting against each other. She continued holding his father's head and let her tears run down her cheeks. Her chin was trembling, and so her lips.
Her poor father was killed… They were supposed to celebrate her birthday tomorrow! Her father even promised to give her a new dress as a gift!
Her father, who made her feel complete even though she no longer has a mother whom she could hug whenever she wanted to, was killed before her eyes...
How could she live after that?
That tragic truth was eating her up, and it was so excruciating that she felt like she can no longer live anymore. If earlier she didn't want to die from Sierra’s hand, now she thought of a different case.
The lightning struck the tree near their house, followed by the violent sound of thunder. The heavy rain was pouring hard, and she could hear the eerie howling of wolves somewhere. Still holding her father’s head in her arms, she glanced up at the opened window and saw the gleaming silver moon hanging in the sky.
Her heart pounded so loud, it's as if it started pumping blood through her veins. Amara looked at the full moon intently. She knew it was triggering something within her body as the heat she tried to ignore became more evident and uncontrollable.
Out of the blue, a strong wind shoves another head that rolled on the floor towards her.
When she glanced at it, her pupils dilated...
It was from her beloved warrior.
AMARA’s wrath was ablaze. Looking down at the head of her beloved warrior, Killian, her hot tears could not stop falling. Rage started to build up inside her heart, along with the harrowing, tormenting feeling of loss and despair.The warrior wolves have shifted back to their human forms. She heard them laughing as nothing happened, mocking the death of his father and Killian, who did nothing but obey the Alpha.Amara could not find a way to accept the fact that these two important people in her life had to die for such an invalid reason. There was no way she would accept the horrible death of her father and Kilian. They were the only people she treasured and loved the most.‘Why did they have to die?’ She asked herself repeatedly. However, Amara could not get the answer to it.She sc
BEADS of sweat had formed on Amara’s forehead when she opened her eyes, forcedly waking herself up from an unwanted nightmare. She gasped as she stared at the old brown-colored thatched coconut roof. As she got up on the bed, her eyes looked around the tiny room where she was. It was dark, and the only thing that was somehow lighting up the room was the moonlight through the window.Tears started to burn her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, remembering the tragic fact that her father and Killian died unjustly.Amara cried and hugged herself. The night cold breeze embraced her skin. It was supposed to be her comfort, like how it used to be; however, at that moment, she knew that her pain wouldn’t fade away as the death of her loved ones was already pierced in her heart. It was excruciating… It was fatal.“I
THE next day... “What’s your name?” Amara asked the older woman as they walked their way into a small market outside the woods. Wearing a simple nude-colored sweater, a rust-colored skirt flowing below her knees, and a pair of rugged boots, Amara tried to act as normal as she could be. It was a good thing that the human walking beside her has clothes in the closet that fitted her slim body as if those were there solely for her. The cold air blew her brunette curly hair. She tucked some of her hair strands behind her ear as her eyes looked their way. They’ve been walking for almost an hour. Getting out of the woods had taken thirty minutes already, and they were still walking in a wet road going to the market to buy some vegetables and meat for lunch and dinner. She wondered where the older woman gets her strength to walk back and forth despite her age. Amara sighed, her breath steaming in the air. She pulled the sleeves of her sweater to shield her fr
WHEN they got into the market, Amara's eyes started to observe the mortals and those occupied stores they passed by. The combined smells of fresh fruits, meat, vegetables, and other products made her nose crinkle. The loud talking of people engulfed her ears. With this enhanced hearing she gained after the night of the full moon, she can't help but feel disturbed. The quietest conversations, even miles away, can get louder whenever she tries to eavesdrop. She didn't even need to try. Right now, she is craving silence. For her, it was like an intrusion of solitude, and she felt uncomfortable and anxious about it. Letting out a huge sigh, Amara continued walking on a muddy road. It was, indeed, a busy day for the mortals. She followed Grace as the older woman walked her way to a store that sells fresh fruits, then grabbed a piece of apple. The older woman turned and glanced at her."Do you eat apples?" Grace asked curiously.Amara's brow furrowed and her forehead
AMARA could smell the scent of her blood. She gazed around the refined baroque-Esque place of a high-ranked werewolf, hoping to see familiar eyes that she could ask for help. The house was spacious and cold, and there was a lounge where the owner usually accepts her guests. It was the same place where she was being tortured in pain—her eyes are the only part of her body that was still intact.“Wake up, disgusting half-blood!”Surrounded by loud screeching voices, she felt a solid blow to her stomach. She groaned in pain, choking up a bit of blood at the same time. All she could do was embrace herself, holding into her fractured arms while laying on the cold ceramic floor. She could not get up. Her body felt so numb. She was too weak to move, and she realized that it was merely impossible to protect herself anymore because of the excruciating pain all over her body caused
WHEN they got into the market, Amara's eyes started to observe the mortals and those occupied stores they passed by. The combined smells of fresh fruits, meat, vegetables, and other products made her nose crinkle. The loud talking of people engulfed her ears. With this enhanced hearing she gained after the night of the full moon, she can't help but feel disturbed. The quietest conversations, even miles away, can get louder whenever she tries to eavesdrop. She didn't even need to try. Right now, she is craving silence. For her, it was like an intrusion of solitude, and she felt uncomfortable and anxious about it. Letting out a huge sigh, Amara continued walking on a muddy road. It was, indeed, a busy day for the mortals. She followed Grace as the older woman walked her way to a store that sells fresh fruits, then grabbed a piece of apple. The older woman turned and glanced at her."Do you eat apples?" Grace asked curiously.Amara's brow furrowed and her forehead
THE next day... “What’s your name?” Amara asked the older woman as they walked their way into a small market outside the woods. Wearing a simple nude-colored sweater, a rust-colored skirt flowing below her knees, and a pair of rugged boots, Amara tried to act as normal as she could be. It was a good thing that the human walking beside her has clothes in the closet that fitted her slim body as if those were there solely for her. The cold air blew her brunette curly hair. She tucked some of her hair strands behind her ear as her eyes looked their way. They’ve been walking for almost an hour. Getting out of the woods had taken thirty minutes already, and they were still walking in a wet road going to the market to buy some vegetables and meat for lunch and dinner. She wondered where the older woman gets her strength to walk back and forth despite her age. Amara sighed, her breath steaming in the air. She pulled the sleeves of her sweater to shield her fr
BEADS of sweat had formed on Amara’s forehead when she opened her eyes, forcedly waking herself up from an unwanted nightmare. She gasped as she stared at the old brown-colored thatched coconut roof. As she got up on the bed, her eyes looked around the tiny room where she was. It was dark, and the only thing that was somehow lighting up the room was the moonlight through the window.Tears started to burn her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, remembering the tragic fact that her father and Killian died unjustly.Amara cried and hugged herself. The night cold breeze embraced her skin. It was supposed to be her comfort, like how it used to be; however, at that moment, she knew that her pain wouldn’t fade away as the death of her loved ones was already pierced in her heart. It was excruciating… It was fatal.“I
AMARA’s wrath was ablaze. Looking down at the head of her beloved warrior, Killian, her hot tears could not stop falling. Rage started to build up inside her heart, along with the harrowing, tormenting feeling of loss and despair.The warrior wolves have shifted back to their human forms. She heard them laughing as nothing happened, mocking the death of his father and Killian, who did nothing but obey the Alpha.Amara could not find a way to accept the fact that these two important people in her life had to die for such an invalid reason. There was no way she would accept the horrible death of her father and Kilian. They were the only people she treasured and loved the most.‘Why did they have to die?’ She asked herself repeatedly. However, Amara could not get the answer to it.She sc
AS expected, Amara wasn’t treated by the pack doctor. Dr. Vaugh was busy attending to a pregnant Luna, and so, her father, Argus, aided her wounds using some herbal leaves instead at their home.She was able to take a rest in her tiny room after that. She fell into a deep sleep and only woke up when she heard her father’s loud cries. She got up immediately on the bed. Despite the injuries she got, she still managed to run towards the door. As soon as she opened it, her eyes turned to the people in their living room.There she saw her father on his bended knees, asking for mercy from the two high-ranked warrior werewolves in front of him.“Father!” she called Argus, her father.Terror started to creep into her body when she noticed the warriors' eyes. Those ruthless eyes seemed merciless, cold, and screaming of death and hatred.Her father turned and met her gaze. She was so scared that she could not make a single move.
AMARA could smell the scent of her blood. She gazed around the refined baroque-Esque place of a high-ranked werewolf, hoping to see familiar eyes that she could ask for help. The house was spacious and cold, and there was a lounge where the owner usually accepts her guests. It was the same place where she was being tortured in pain—her eyes are the only part of her body that was still intact.“Wake up, disgusting half-blood!”Surrounded by loud screeching voices, she felt a solid blow to her stomach. She groaned in pain, choking up a bit of blood at the same time. All she could do was embrace herself, holding into her fractured arms while laying on the cold ceramic floor. She could not get up. Her body felt so numb. She was too weak to move, and she realized that it was merely impossible to protect herself anymore because of the excruciating pain all over her body caused