Going further.
I could see the borders and my heart throbs.
Please be safe Thora... please.
It was impossible to see anything...I could barely see my own paws.
Breathing heavily, I jump over the borders.Looking around.
Sh**!
It was completely white...the hope of her being alive...able to survive in this disaster flickering.
And I gulp, moving my head in a no.She has to be alive...she can't die.
She is here only .... breathing
....I need to save her.I dig up the snow...my claws freezing. Almost going numb. But I don't stop.
Tears sliding down my eyes, feeling helpless and so scared for the first time in my life.
15 minutes....I spend almost 15 minutes digging the frozen ice to only find the dug hole
The next morning the storm subsides and Volkan holds her up in his arms, making his way towards the pack."I...I don't want to go back..."She says, clutching his shirt in her fists. And he looks down at her, coldly.Her brown eyes almost pleading him.It is understood. The way she was punished. No one will want to return. But she didn't had an option."So what do you want. Me leaving you here."She doesn't say anything lowering her eyes and he pulls her up, almost making her shriek ."First you don't accept the rejection....and come to my office looking like sh**. Then I go for 24 hours to find you punished and thrown out of my pack for being a slu*. And now that I cone here and endanger my life to save your pathetic ass. You ask me to leave you here, to die again."She bites her lip, stopping herself from uttering profanity at him.
Few days laterSomewhere in the mysterious forest 1.05 amThe chilling winds of December have coated the silent forest with clouds of fog and due.As the full moon's light penetrated it, to illuminate the trail to be visible.Two men walk down the trail, drunk. Staggering and swaying with bottles of Alcohol is their hands."Is it this way?""Yaa come....we are going the right way.""I...am afraid man...what if that prophesy is true....""Ah what bullshit! Don't tell me you believe in that stupid.""Death wolf?""But .....the tree is...is it really haunted by that wolf?""Naa! It's all rubbish. Tru
"You can leave Beta"Jason doesn't say anything. Lowering his head and leaving.While Thora tilts up her head leaning against the wood, trying to reverse the flow of her tears.Which were flowing on their own.Silence stretches in the room for a while. When suddenly, Volkan pushes back the chair. Placing one leg in top of another.And says in a cold voice."You can come out."Her heart thuds in her chest, he knew? Was he saying this to her? Did he heard her cry?Biting her lip, she moves back further, trying to be imaginary when she hears him sigh.And she closes her eyes.Please no! Please no! Please!"You want me to drag you out.....Thora?"She hears the voice to be much closer this time and opens her eyes, to only fall back. Hiding the book behind her.He was crouching down an
Thora's pov"He loathes you"The voice speaks in my mind as I lean against the door of my attic room."You are nothing compared to Charlotte"I sigh, running my hands through my hair. Biting my lip, holding in a cry.This voice has been really pestering me alot these days, this is the death wolf communicating. I know it now, but I don't know how to stop it."You are nothing but a weak pathetic she wolf who is desperate for him "I place my hands on my ears, trying to block it. But it was impossible."You were just a fuc* toy for him. "More tears leave my eyes and my lips wobble as I try taking deep breaths."Accept the rejection"No
I hesitate, seeing the huge crowd in front of me. My footsteps slowing down as I took in the rows of warriors standing there, with hands behind their back and pose stoic."The second rule of fight is to identify your opponents weakness. No matter how great of a fighter your opponent is , remember everyone has a weakness."Jason was standing in the center, addressing the warriors and I gulp feeling out of place. They all, even the girls we so toned...wearing sports bras and fittings pants.....while my clothes were so baggy....a worn out jogger with holes in it and an oversized hoody, hiding my thin frame and bruises below."You need to attack at that-"His words stop as he took in my presence. Noticing my awkwardness."Thora. You may join the third row. At the end."He says and I see almost everyone turn around to look at me. My anxiety sky rocketing on being the cent
Volkan's povShe is way too weak.Her movements are slow. By the time she will kick her opponent, he will already claw her and end her existence.I sigh, looking down at her from my office.She can't even walk properly after her first session. Stamina, non existing.Her brown eyes look up at me, meeting my stare.And I clench my fist.Those eyes....I see them under me, when I claimed her that night. I saw them trusting me, yet what did I do? I rejected her. Tears in them hurt me as much as they hurt her, but I can't show.She is a weakness and I can never make her my weakness.I knew she was hiding under my desk that day. Her scent may be weak, but I can still easily identify it.And I said those hurtful words deliberately."Then let he
"Is asked what the fuc* have you done to her!"He shouts at me, making me flinch. My throat going dry as I struggled to explain."I...I found her here like this.....I didn't do anything...I swear."She stirs in his arms and his burning orbs shift from me to her.He kisses her face, hugging her tightly to his chest. To only close his eyes and breathe heavily. Trying to calm himself now that his neice was safe in his arms.He checked her pulse, clearing the small tendrils fallen on his face."Uncl....e?"She whispers struggling to open her eyes and he nods at her, relieved."Oh Elora. I was so scared."Kissing her again, he engulfs her in his arms."I...am fine.. Uncle."She says in her sweet voice and I feel my heart finally at its normal pace. Thank god she is fine."Jason. Take her to the doctor. I will be there."Jason nods, coming forward. Taking Elora from Volkan's hands. And all
Thora's povThe silence is driving me insane as I move my tongue on my lips to moisten them.My wrists are tied with silver chains above my head, and my arms feel numb as I move them.The noise of shackles echo in the dungeon walls and I let my head fall back.Cursing my fate.It's been roughly 6 hrs since I was brought here as a prisoner of state. Being treated akin to any other betrayer or offender.My stomach is grumbling in hunger and wouldn't care normally but right now I can't help feel worried for my baby.It's fine if I don't eat...but the baby must.I have to try once again.Looking outside, I scream on top of my lungs. Trying to get the guards attention."Hey! It's an emergency! I repeat it's an emergency! I need to pee!!"One of the guards, turns around to look at me. To only give me a cold star