She shaky trailed the smooth jawlines of the child, giggling to herself while a teardrop slipped out from her eyes, staining the child's cheeks, who immediately gazed up at his mother, his little eyes flashing a deep shape of red.
He stretched his hand out and touched her cheek, she softly leaned into his touching, calmness flowing through her veins.
Her pride and joy.
Then, her eyes went back to the midwife who remained to kneel in her position, shaking uncontrollably like being electrified.
"A cur-AAHHH!!" Her words went cut by her scream, instantly she dropped on the floor...cold and Dead just like she deserved
"My child is not a curse, bitch!" She spatted with bitterness, slightly regaining her strength from her child's comforting touch.
But soon, loud banging came from the door outside. The mother stared blankly at the door, trying hard to see through the wood.
Behind that door was a large crowd of people, carrying different weapons while being soaked from the heavily pouring rain while the sky had seem to had become darker.
They wanted her son, they wanted to kill what they continuously chanted as a curse.
She gasped, shifting away from the door, holding her baby safely in her embrace.
She instantly scanned around the room, her gaze landing on a fur cloak. She went with difficulty, throwing it over her shoulders and her child. Her eyes snapped to the window, she went, pushing its opening, it led to the Forrest
She gasped loudly as her bare feet touched the cold, wet and chilling ground, she shivered as the wind caressed her cheeks, the lightening became worse and the sky grew darker if possible, it had turned into a shape of black but suddenly, it's color changed, from a dark shape of black to a suffocating shape of red.
A Blood Moon!
She didn't bother pounding, she had to save her child from the forces that wanted and would come after him from this day.
Steps by steps she painfully took, soon she broke into a race, running towards a much reddened Forrest.
From the state she was in, she couldn't run fast but, she didn't let that bring her down. Without looking back, she ran deeper into the forest. Soon, she finally came across a cave. Happily, she ran in for shelter. With a flash of golden eyes, the cave was surrounded by brightness coming from the unknown.
Her eyes scanned around, she realized that it was a dead-end, she was trapped. Slowly, she placed her baby on the ground but he was soon started wailing without the warmth from his mother.
But suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Turning around sharply, she found a woman sealed with a black cloak. A witch...she realized.
Instantly, she stepped forward.
"Please, you have to help me, they are coming for my baby" she pleaded weakly while the woman examined her.
"Why should I help you? You child is a curse!" The woman pointed at the baby.
"You are just like me, a witch!" The mother pointed out while trying to ignore the aches from her lower body.
"Yes," the woman answered. "And I've seen the destiny your child holds. It is filled with nothing but darkness, a blood moon appeared after so many centuries, I believe we all know what that means for all of us. Am sure you have seen it too if you have the gift of divination"
To be Continued...
Tears slipped out of the mother's eyes. "Yes, I have. I know his destiny, the prophecy but, there is always light even in darkness. I will not let my child be killed when I know he can escape his fate!" The woman stepped closer. "How? His mate, you are being delusional, there was never a mate in the prophecy" she verbalized. "You and I know that the darkness will grow inside of him as he grows older every day and when the time finally comes, he will lose control and the whole world will be destroyed!" "Please, you have to help me. He will find his mate, she can tame his demon, she will save him." She gulped. "I may not know who you are but, I can see that you have a good heart and you won't watch an innocent child die!!" The woman sighed sadly. "Your child isn't innocent, he has never been innocent" "I believe the goddess bought him back for a reason!" The mother turned
YEARS LATER... Her gaze fixed on the glass bathroom mirror and her clone gaped back at her in an akined manner. Sluggishly, she bought up her hand and placidly stroked the whitish tips of her hair, the tip of her black hair which had miraculously turned tintless a day ago. She nudged her fingers into it before tying it up in a loose bun. She averted her impearl luxuriant orbsto the door when a scent penetrated her nostrils. Instantly, she went and opened the door, her green eyes meeting the greyish orbs of her best friend, Natalie Thomasville. "Why are you not dressed yet?" Natalie barked as she eyed her friend from head to toe, still in her sleeping briefs. She grumped and stepped out from the bathroom, overpassing the question directed at her as she went into her bedroom, immediately climbing on the cozy queen-sized bed. She laid down and put th
Skylar walked down the stairs with giggles decamping her lips with Natalie shadowing from behind, sharing the same smiles. Skylar still had her hair held up but in a much better and neat bun, a white sundress covering her body to her upper knee with a jacket and a pair of black boots. The girls came down the stairs, instantly encountering the head Alpha of their pack. Alpha Dale, leader of the Crystal-Heart pack. He was a man in his late forties with short brown hair and blue, pale eyes. "Hello Girls" he greeted and they bowed at their leader as they stepped down the tall staircase. "Good Morning Father!" Skylar beamed and the man held his arms open for her and she immediately fell in that embrace, she inhaled deeply of her father's woody scent. "How is my Princess?" Alpha Dale grilled, tenderly stroking her hair and planted an assuring, fatherly kiss.
Walking into the enormous building of the packed school, Skylar hugged her hands around her body while her eyes glanced at every faces as she walked down the golden hallway in the middle of Ivan and Natalie. Her insides twisted, her heart drastically pounded, a lump formed in her throat while a chilling vein raced through her veins, hitting a nerve, she nearly shuddered as she brushed her palms on her upper arms. "I just don't get why you are this nervous, everyone can scent your nervousness. I mean, am nearly eighteen and still have not found my mate but am still living" Ivan spoke. Yes, having a mate was a big deal but he had been sixteen for nearly years already and his mate was nowhere to be found, he had gone searching different packs because his parents feared he wouldn't survive the pain of longing but, his wolf had struggled to be among the living, still hoping that his mate would come. Skylar sighed, avert
Skylar sat silently, let the sniffing on her hair continued from her Friends. "Okay, that's enough guys" she finally spoke after a few minutes. She didn't know why her scent suddenly changed out from the blue to the point she was putting high-rank wolves in an awkward position. Lost and confused, Skylar stayed in the restroom throughout her morning classes, pondering and wondering what happened but when the bell for lunch break ranged, she put on the highest scent blocker, picked her bag, and went to the cafeteria to meet her friends still not being able to figure out the mystery behind her sudden power. "I think it's because she's a white fur wolf" Athan guessed, throwing a piece of fries into his mouth. Her friend, Athan was a rather short male, with a huge hint of fashion sense, Athan was seventeen with styled short blond hair that fell against his left eyes, a pair of oceanic blue orbs, dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, a blac
Skylar gasped again when a punch came flying towards her face but using her reflex, she dodged while the force fanned against her cheeks, she stumbled back while the crowd cheered them on. "Come on, stop being a pussy!!" Clara growled, baring her canines out while Skylar flinched in fright, as she slowly put a reasonable amount of distance between them, till Clara became running forward, wanting to track her to the ground but Skylar flee back, but still, a heavy impact landed on her face and she fell to the ground with a force that nearly knocked her unconscious. Skylar gasped for air, a pinching sensation traveling through her bones. She slowly held her hand up to caressed against her cheeks but felt something wet and warm, she gazed at her hand and her eyes widened she saw blood. "You're so weak!" Clara spatted while the crowd tittered. Skylar continued to stare at her blood-stained f
"Rogues!" She sniffed the air while hoofing deeper into the timberland till she got to the boundaries between their pack and Twilight Pack, she halted almost instantly, her eyes landing on three seminude wolves with Jean shorts covering their lower body. Her body flinched in reaction and she took a step back. "Well, well, well, hello beautiful!" The one with jet black hair advanced while the other two stayed at his back, sharing similar smirks on their rough faces. "Are you lost?" He smirked, eyeing Skylar from her figures to her features before running his tongue over his palish lips, his eyes glazing with a hint of concupiscence as his animal side skirmished to take over. "You should be asking yourself that!" Skylar articulated, taking a step back, her mind automatically reopening the pack link she blocked. Father! She cried out in her head and the pack Al
Sky...! Sky...! Sky...! The subadult tintless fur she-wolf hoicked up straight on the bed, instantly gaining advertency as the calling of her name filled every corner of her dark, obscured room, she gasped in dread when a chilling wind came caressing her exposed arms from the window as the wind slammed against it. Skylar held her hands up and hugged her body tightly while her eyes scanned every corner of the tenebrific room and for some queerish reasons, she couldn't make out anything, it was like she lost her perceptive vision as a predator as everything around was caliginous. Being struck with the anxiety of fear, Skylar shifted back on the bed till her back hit the bed stance and brought her knees up to her chest. Skylar... She gasped for air when her name echoed around her room. She gripped the sheets with quivering hand