Christina POV
“The man threatened to cut off my penis if I didn’t allow him to kill my wife,” A man standing on a stage with a bunch of adults and teenagers listening to him takes a deep breath before continuing his life story. “-but jokes on him, my wife didn’t die that night, she came back to life after she was shot in the head. It was a miracle!” He screams and all the people clap and scream with joy in their hearts. Humans tend towards believing the worst shit. How can anyone blabber about how their partner died and came back to life and others believe? “What the hell is going on in there?” I turn around and my brown eyes clash with blue ones that squint as they notice me staring. Elsa. “Probably a bunch of weirdos trying to convince each other that their lives are more interesting than others,” I said while we walked past the tell-all hallroom. I paused and looked at her again. “What are you doing here anyway?” I ask knowing she’s meant to be in her chemistry class right now. She places her hands on her slim waist and tilts her heart-shaped face sideways causing her blonde hair to sway. I have always been jealous of her pale skin. I unfortunately have tanned skin that makes me look like a Latino. “Where are you heading to?” she asks, completely ignoring my question. “Elsa, you can’t answer a question with a question.” I roll my eyes. “Fine, I got bored and saw you passing our class through the window. I came out to see what you were doing.” She says while playing with her hair. “I forgot my school bag at home,” I say knowing she’s about to start judging me as always, but what are friends for? She starts to laugh and I roll my eyes again. “Don’t even ask, I honestly don’t know how I forgot it. I’m going back home to get it.” I continue walking and she catches up to me. “I’m coming with you, no one will even notice I’m gone.” She winks and I smile. My place isn’t that far from our school. My dad insisted on finding a high school that was near him, he’s so overprotective over me. My mom on the other hand could care less as long as I go to school. We reached there in no time and I knocked on the door expecting one of my parents to open the door. It was very early and I hadn’t even attended my first class when I noticed my school bag was missing. They both don’t leave for work till after I’ve had my second class so I’m sure they’ll both still be inside. “Hey, Christina...are you sure they're inside?” Elsa asks because I’ve been knocking for a while without saying a word. “I don’t understand.. they are usually up and awake by this time.” I sigh. “Have you ever tried turning the doorknob?” She asks like I’m the dumbest person on earth. “They always lock the door, trust me, it’s not going to be open.” I know how strict my dad is about locking the house. My hand disagrees with me because I don’t even notice when it grabs the handle and pulls it down till I see the door creak open. “See, there we go. That wasn’t so hard now was it?” She emphasizes her statement by shaking her head and throwing out her hands. Usually, I would be amused by her but right now I had a bad feeling that something was wrong. My parents would never leave the door open and they sure as hell would never have opened the door even if they were awake. I ignored the feeling and decided not to say anything because I didn’t want to make Elsa panic. I pushed the door open and the moment I stepped in I instantly regretted it. Everything in the living room is a mess. The TV is upside down on the floor, the couches have shifted from their original spot and they all have scratches on them like some kind of animal was tearing them. The house is a simple duplex but right now I wish it was the size of a hut because it would be so much easier to locate my parents. I heard a gasp and that’s when I remembered that Elsa was still here with me. I looked in her direction and saw that she was staring at the stairs. “What the fuck.” She says and places a hand on her chest. I took a deep breath and looked at the staircase, what I saw had me paralyzed on the spot. There is blood dripping on every single staircase. I finally heard a noise coming from my dad's room and I don’t even know how I got the courage to move but I managed to regain my strength. “Elsa, I need you to call 911 and run back to your house.” I held her shoulders as I spoke with a shaky voice. “No.. no- I can’t just-” “This is not the time Elsa!” I yell. “Get the fuck out and call the cops, tell them to get an ambulance down here now!” She nods and runs away and all the strength I thought I had just a second ago vanishes and I find myself holding the wall as I sidestep the mess on the floor. I walked all the way upstairs ignoring the blood because I would vomit if I stared at it. Once I reached the top, I followed the trail of blood which led straight to my dad's room. On my way there I saw about four dead men on the floor. They're all covered in black clothing and they all have masks on. I gulp. I finally reached my dad's room but the door was closed so I used my leg to kick it open slowly. The first thing I saw was two men in black choking my father. They all couldn’t see me because they were facing my dad and their bodies were blocking my father's view. I didn’t react but looking down, I saw my mother's limp body oozing out blood. The blood is scattered everywhere around her body. This time I couldn’t hold it in. I screamed so loud that I probably broke all of my vocals as my voice slowly died. I looked back at my dad and saw that they had all noticed my presence due to my scream. The two men in black looked at me instead of focusing on my dad which gave him an opening that he used to bang their heads together and he did it so hard that I heard their skulls clash. I expected the two men to fall and bleed out but they seemed to be fine even with the blood coming out of their heads. I thought this would be the most unreal thing I’d see today but nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. My dad's entire body starts to shake and elongate, it happens so fast that once I finish blinking, I don’t see three men in the room anymore, it’s only two and one huge gigantic Wolf. Dog? I don’t know what the hell that is but the only correct description would be a werewolf. The werewolf who I believe to be my dad jumps on the two men and kills them using his teeth just as they are about to start becoming hairy and transform. Those two men weren’t humans either? What the fuck.Christina POV “What the fuck. What the fuck! What the actual fuck!” I kept repeating it like a mantra. I don’t know whether I should be more confused at what I just saw or at the fact that the werewolf who just killed the two men is staring at me and for some reason, I’m not afraid of him hurting me. Hell, I'm more afraid of the fact that he stopped looking at me and started looking behind me. I felt someone’s breath on my neck and I already knew that I was about to die but just before I started to pray to god and embrace death, a knife flew swiftly past my ear and right into whoever the hell was behind me. I felt a warm liquid drip down my shoulder and I slowly looked back and saw another man in black. His eyeball was struck With the knife and it’s bleeding profusely. The man started to scream and I immediately looked back at the direction that the knife came from. There’s a lady in black but different from the men and her face is open, unlike the men whose faces were conveyed i
Christina POV After a few moments of silence, we arrived at a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parked, I left the car and stared at the house, but that was the least of my worries. I looked behind me and saw Becca and Melissa talking, so I walked up to Dad, who was looking at the house inquisitively. “Are you sure we can trust those two...” I looked at them, smiling at each other, before I turned back to my dad and continued whispering. “They are a bit weird,” I said. “They’re your sisters' love,” Dad says. He placed his hands on his brown hair and scratched it. He’s taller than me, so I don’t get to see the exact spot he’s scratching. Or maybe I’m the short one that makes him look tall. He’s about 5 '11, whilst I’m 5' 6, so I won’t call myself short, but I’m not tall either. Coincidentally, my so-called sisters look to be about the same height as me, but Becca looks a few inches taller...perhaps 5 '7. They both have brown eyes and brown hair, just like me,
Christina POV We ran out of the back door through the kitchen and immediately started to sprint away from the people chasing after us. I have never run so much in my life. We couldn't get to the car because they had swarmed around us, so the back door was the only possible escape route we had. My legs started to hurt, and I suddenly felt so dizzy. I could barely breathe. I’ve never been good at any physical activities. “Please, we need to rest!” I yell out. “We can’t!” Dad screams. “Peter, we have to shift!” Melissa shouts. I ignored what Melissa said, not because I didn’t understand it but because the guys behind us seemed to be getting closer. I guess this is the day I will die. I wouldn’t have minded dying if it wasn’t for the vast amount of drama that has happened in the past few hours. I need to at least understand why my mother was killed before I die. Hell—I want to avenge her. Becca looks back and sees that I’m slower than all of them. She then looked behind me,
Christina’s POVWhen you're in the dark for a very long time, no matter how anxious you are, or the amount of fear running through your veins, you can't escape your body trying to get some rest. I have to blink multiple times to kick the drowsiness out of my eyes when the bag over my head gets pulled off so roughly that it almost rips my lobe earring off. I kiss my teeth at first and then remember my current situation, which is enough to wake me up completely.Dad, or Peter? I'm not sure what to even refer to him as anymore is by my side, chained up to a wooden chair that looks too weak and brittle. He looks at me and sends a smile he likely hopes is comforting, but it only makes my insides twist around even more. The strange, man-wolf person who had claimed Becca was his ‘mate’ stands before us, eyes narrowed. We're in a cell with actual bars, but he stands on the outside of it, watching us like we're mere criminals. If anyone had told me that this was how this week would go for m
Christina's POVDespite all my begging and pleading to be freed, I am thrown into the Alpha's spacious room. All my cries fall on deaf ears, as it becomes obvious that I'm not leaving this man's room until he is ready to let me go.I look around me, getting more and more scared as I realize that his room is so large that I feel immensely tiny inside of it. The smell of incense and lit candles faintly permeates the room, adding to the dark atmosphere. Sunlight is gradually waning, which means that soon, night will fall on us, potentially keeping us here longer.I rub my hands together in a pleading gesture. “Please, please please, I don't know anything at all,” I beg, dragging myself across the carpet-covered floor away from this man before me with a sinister look in his eyes. “Please.” My elbows start to hurt, but I push past the pain and keep moving—until a solid wall presses into my back.His eyes roam my body in a way that hints at nothing good. A smirk pulls at his mouth, making h
Author’s POVBack in the dungeons, the two sisters, Peter, and Beta Isaac remain, settling in the aftermath of Christina’s dilemma. Though the halls are thick with cement and lime, the resulting tension vibrates through them with a foreboding harmony of its own. “Shit!” Becca clutches her bright red hair so hard that she almost succeeds in pulling it off her sensitive scalp. Almost thirty minutes have gone by, but they've gotten no information from the Alpha or his men to inform them about how the interrogation is going, and she's starting to feel restless. She should have ever let him take the poor girl away in the first place, but out of respect for her newly found mate, she had tried to be civil. Now, she feels like she should have thrown a knife at the Alpha and fought for her half-sister.She and Melissa have seen the consequences of broken family bonds, and how dangerous it can be, so when they got news of Christina’s location, they had been very eager to see the child their f
Christina's POVMy outer jacket is discarded already, exposing my white inner tank top to the man on top of me. His weight is crushing, and I have to force air into my lungs to keep breathing. Due to so much crying, my eyes now burn and hurt. I wish I could have been able to put up a brave front, but the truth is that I'm not brave. If I am, I won't be underneath a man begging for mercy.His hands fall to the edge of my tank top, intending to pull it off me, when a knock comes to the door, breaking through the moment. My saving grace.A shaking breath of relief comes out of me when he stops his assault and finally gets off me, giving me room to breathe and take in air at last. I rub my neck and sit up, ignoring the streaks of tears on my face.The door opens before the Alpha can get to it, and the man from earlier looks inside, eyes taking in everything with speed and precision. He doesn't say anything at first but simply looks at us with a slightly suspicious look on his face.Event
Marcel’s POVA new, strange kind of wind blows through our territory, smelling like rain and bad luck. Something is coming, and although I don't know what it is, I can tell that it's nothing good at all.My mother rushes into my room, floral dress brushing her ankles as she moves frantically, interrupting my painting session. “Marcel,” she says, pausing at my doorway with her chest heaving. Even the look in her eyes is enough to get me distracted.“What is it, mother?” I try to add more touches to my painting, but now that I've been interrupted, my full focus has been torn apart, and I can't figure out where to place my brush. I drop my palette and brush, turning to look at her fully. “I cannot read your mind, Mother. I need you to start talking.”“She's alive, Marcel.”I pause. “Who?”“The girl that was talked about in the prophecy. The one that's supposed to be your mate. Some of the men who have been helping me investigate her whereabouts came back with new information not too lon
Christina's povMelissa added the last silver hairpin to my elegant bun and took a step back, admiring her work. "Well, look at you. Some months ago, you were stomping around refusing to be a Luna, and now you're glowing with confidence."I laughed with them. The funny part was that they were right. Suddenly, I felt so sure of whatever I wanted to do and the way forward for me. I felt so sure when I said yes to Marcel a week ago.I stood in front of the mirror while smiling as I turned to observe my reflection. The formal robes felt soft against my body while the silver clasp kept the gown in place.The dress was marvelous itself—drab white shot through with silver embroidery in lacy moon patterns down the bodice and sleeves. It cinched at my waist before cascading away in airy, weightless folds. And to crown it all, a silver circle rested on my head.I looked divine. I would never know how Marcel managed to have this dress custom-made for me within a week, but I was grateful for it.
Author's povJust as the words left Pierce's mouth, a sharp pain erupted in Becca's throat. The chains around her hands tightened so much that she had to scream. Her feet hung inches above the floor, and she had never felt so powerless.On the other side, Melissa was not doing any better. Pierce curled her fingers by her side between them as though she were holding on to an unseen rope. Something about her younger sister being tortured just like she was—by their mother, no less—made Becca snap. She ignored the intense pain and cried out, "Mother, stop!"To think that this was the person they refused to give up on, the person she went through the risk of bargaining with the alpha just to reach. How naive she was.Christina found herself screaming at the pain in her expression. "What are you doing? Stop it!"Pierce only smiled, not bothering to listen to her daughter's words. "Do you think you could betray me and walk away unharmed? You chose her over me, you both, and your father. Don
Marcel's povThe air in the patio was thick with tension, as I stared at each of the four elders sitting around the table. They met my gaze expectantly, even though I figured they already knew the reason I had called for the meeting.A day ago, I let Becca and Melissa leave with Isaac, not because he wanted to take his mate away, but because they have a greater purpose to serve, speaking with Pierce.They had until today to give me an update and change the course that I knew this meeting would inevitably reach, and yet they were silent.All I got to indicate their existence was a call from Becca to tell me that they had arrived at their destination. And since then, there has been nothing. I didn't like that. If they brought bad news that their mother refused to listen to reason, I would appreciate it better.I wasn't one to go back on my words. The ultimatum had reached its end, and the council meeting would hold, and so would the war. In my head, this meeting was basically to draw as
Christina's povAll I noticed initially was the heat of the flames around me. The colors surrounding me were not blue but aggressive orange and they pervaded the entire space. Multiple screams pierced the environment similar to tones while I held my head with my hands to block the noises from entering.A heavy odor of burning fur combined with blood filled the air while the sky turned strangely into a sickly red hue. Ranges of wolves escaped in all directions while their struggling bodies produced the sounds of wounded howling. I stood in the middle of a battlefield. I sensed a presence then I turned to my side and saw a radiant figure. The figure appeared completely unfamiliar without any recognizable characteristics because its flowing garments obstructed my sight. I only understood that the figure shined silver yet this surprised me."Christina," a soft voice whispered. I turned around in a full circle, but there was no one else around me.No one but this glowing person. When I r
Christina's povMy breathing became uneven while my heart raced but the feelings had nothing to do with fear or anger. I was completely unfamiliar with the source of my sudden nervous state.I sat up, unable to sleep. For the last few minutes I had been tossing on my bed while trying to relax my mind but every attempt resulted in more tension swirling through my thoughts. What was going on?Perhaps I was worried because of Marcel. He had brushed me off when I tried to stop him from leaving. Maybe that was good since I had no idea what I was going to say to him anyway, but it hurt nonetheless.I erased some of the cold sweat from my forehead. It was extremely strange that I was sweating despite the coolness in the air. This was much more than a misunderstanding with Marcel. Something was off.Unable to bear it anymore, I pushed off my bed and rushed towards the window. Both of my sisters were still fast asleep, so I was not interrupted. When I opened the windows a thick black cloud fro
Marcel's povWithout an answer, I carefully turned my body to look at her. At that moment Christina stood with her lips slightly open as she panted irregularly. During that moment the forceful wind simply vanished but the surrounding environment remained entirely unrestful.I asked her a simple question. Since she was so hell-bent on convincing me before I even talked with Isaac, answering shouldn't be hard.But her hesitation told me everything. Christina refused to let them depart from her side. The fiery defiance showed her unwillingness to accept their leaving.I scoffed, unable to believe what was going on right now. She accused me of being heartless, of keeping them here against their will, and yet she couldn't even find the strength to do the opposite. How hypocritical of her.I turned away, deciding that I would not repeat her mistake and say something I would regret. It would be better if I just left. Just as I started to walk away, I felt her hand brush my wrist slightly, bu
Christina's pov"Close your eyes and take deep breaths," Marcel's deep voice rumbled through my mind. "Focus."Easy for him to say. We found ourselves in a private spot where the fresh air mixed with gentle wind made it ideal for meditation. However, my mind was everywhere. How could I focus like this?Becca refused to tell us the reason behind her sudden change of mind. She just said it made sense that she should go with her mate when she had the chance to go with him, and that settled it.Well, it didn't. I could sense something amiss, but what it was, I had no idea, and it was killing me. Melissa seemed quiet, neutral, curious but also willing to go.That also worried me. If both of my sisters left, I would be alone. I did not wish to be alone, not yet."Christina," Marcel's voice cut through my daydream, and I opened my eyes. He was frowning at me, arms crossed over his chest."Do you want to do this, or not?""How can you tell that I'm not focused?" I demanded, indignant, that he
Author's povWarm sunlight from the afternoon bathed the patio while it created shadows that extended over the wooden floor. The gentle wind brought distant voices from another part of the estate while this isolated area maintained a peculiar tension in the air.Becca was probably the only one feeling the tension since her sisters beside her looked just fine and moved with as much ease as usual. Well, from the moment she set her eyes on the man standing a few feet away under the shade, she couldn't feel relaxed.Not much had changed about him, she noted as he locked his gaze with hers. He still had the same piercing gray eyes, the same strong jawline that made him look dominant and the kind tilt to his eyes were still there. Here was the subject of all the silent nights here at the blood moon pack.Becca took her final few steps to position herself next to him while feeling a mix of betrayal and excitement.A deep breath escaped from Isaac when he saw the stunning woman standing in fr
Author's pov"No!" Christina was saying. "No, I'm not with you on this one."Was Becca being serious right now? That insane woman had burned the house down in anger, and she was ready to kill both her and Marcel! She might be their mother, but she had no trait in common with them and that meant that Christina wanted no involvement with her.Reasoning with her? Pfft. That sounded like a plan that would fail. Perhaps in the end, the woman would turn Becca and Melissa against her, and now they would be a three-woman army all out to take Christina down."Becca, are you sure about this?" Melissa asked in a small voice. She should have sided with her sister immediately, but she doubted if their mother would listen for any reason.She had seen her angry before and caused a lot of wreckage, something she did not regret one bit after doing so. It was like when the witch took over, every ounce of good nature left her and she became worse."Are you serious?" Becca demanded. "So you're going to l