Maximo PoVI’ve known Axel for a long while, and he has always been efficient in every task he handles. His ambition was unrivaled and would do anything if it meant he’ll get what he wanted. So when he announced he’d lost Lisa, I smelled a rat. And I was right. That rat was Klaus.“Even animals deserved to be treated better than I was treated…”I wasn’t paying any attention to Lisa’s rant. It was obvious to the entire table that she was simply trying to evade the question I asked her. Frankly, it was disappointing. For a girl who had been mistreated and abused her entire life, I’d expected that she would develop the art of lying.She really was a naïve, innocent world sent to fulfill a prophecy she had no idea of. Lisa might be innocent and naïve, but Klaus wasn’t, and he was the one I paid attention to.“I already lost count of the times I almost died because of your mistreatment,” Lisa’s rant continued.Her rant might be conjured up to aid her evasion tactics, but her anger was real
Axel PoVWatching Klaus and Lisa tell the same story, yet, it was obvious that one of them was lying was quite unsettling. It was difficult to tell if Klaus was lying, but Lisa’s was obvious. The question was, why is she lying? That could only mean Klaus was also lying.I understood that part, but what I absolutely did not understand was why Klaus would put the pack in danger. I could swear that he would happily lay down his life for the pack, and probably even murder Lisa himself if it meant the pack survived.Surely, he couldn’t possibly be so scared of me that he would be too fearful, to tell the truth when the pack was in danger. Unless…“Shall we discuss your debt then?” Maximo interrupted my thought.“What debt?” Klaus asked.“Well, you did fail to deliver Lisa as I asked you to,” Maximo replied, munching sloppily on his meal, “I reward both failures and successes, isn’t that right, Axel?”“It definitely is,” I replied, gulping down the terrible drink the host called wine.“Wait
Lisa PoV“I guess being eighteen doesn’t qualify you as adult,” I murmured as I pressed myself through the boulder to get to the other compartment which, for all intents and purposes, I call my room.“He can’t even be much older than I am,” I grumbled while I plopped down on the rocky, makeshift bed, “and he has the guts to talk to me like he’s my parent.”I couldn’t even jump and crash onto the bed out of frustration like I did back when I was incarcerated in the pack, else, I’d break every bone of my body.“Stupid, crazy man,” I reeled out insults, “and he doesn’t even look older than twenty-five with his round, baby face and blue eyes.”“Is someone falling in love already?”Nessa’s voice caught me unawares, making me jump up in fright. I landed badly and hit my big toe against the rock.“Ouch! Nessa!”“What? I wasn’t the one that made you hit your toe against the floor,” she smirked.“You should have warned me,” I muttered, rubbing my toe.“Is that how to welcome your wolf after a
Klaus PoV“You take the one on the right, I’ll go left,” Axel whispered, “remember, we’re not here to start a war, so only knock them out. Maximo can do his dirty work by himself.”Axel and I were at the borders of the Yellowstone pack, and, as expected, it was heavily guarded by the wolves from the Ortho Pack. The task Maximo gave us was delicate. We couldn’t just waltz through the front door to present an offer to the pack. We had to be discreet, and that was exactly the reason he had asked us.“Ready?” he asked.“Yes, he replied, nodding my head.“Let’s roll out.”The mission was simple. Infiltrate the pack while avoiding the guards from Ortho Pack, ensure no one sees us, and have a secret audience with the Alpha of the Yellowstone pack, ensuring he agrees to the proposal. Simple? But this wasn’t the first rodeo for Axel and I. We’d chosen to infiltrate the pack from the forest where we’d have cover from the guards.“Zzzzttt,” I sneaked right behind the guard on the right and buzze
Axel PoVThe miracle I had hoped would happen when I was holed up in my room, happened in Maximo’s cave.I found the traitor that almost tore apart my pack, I got Maximo’s neck off my neck, and I figured out a way to find leverage over him so he doesn’t have me on his leash anymore. All in all, the future was looking good for me; for Klaus? Not so much.“You’ve been silent,” Klaus said during the trip home.“I have nothing to say,” I replied sternly.“You do believe me, right?”“It doesn’t matter what I believe,” I replied, “and I’d very much like to be left alone.”Indeed, I wasn’t sure what to believe. The Klaus I knew wouldn’t endanger the pack because of some random girl he pitied. And he was definitely not superstitious enough to do what he did because he believed in some strange prophecy from a goddess. There had to be something I was missing.“I was able to calm down Al and his minions,” Klaus said after a few minutes of silence, “but I didn’t respond.”I was too engrossed in m
Axel PoV“You coward”, Klaus charged at me with a fiery rage that I’d not seen in him for a long time ago since he killed his parent’s killers. Before he could reach me, the guards stopped him, holding him down while he desperately fought to be free of them. “Fight me you coward,” he shrieked like a deranged person, “fight me, you fucking bastard.”I wasn’t going to indulge in his madness but when I glanced at the pack, I saw their looks. It was a look I recognized very well. They all looked confused, and confusion often lead to doubts. Doubts lead to panic, and Werewolves make stupid decisions when they’re panicking; bad decisions like going against their Alpha, and I wasn’t going to wait around for that to happen. I was going to quell that confusion.And the best way to do that was to clip the wing of the very same wolf they hoped to replace me with.“Free him,” I ordered the guards, “let’s see how bad you want to be Alpha, boy.”Klaus was so overwhelmed with anger that his transfo
Maximo PoVAlthough it’s been hours since they left, Klaus's words echoed in my head like the after-effect of hitting a tower clock. His words drowned out every thought in my mind until I was left with a blank slate that kept replaying those words.“Gosh!” I snapped, crushing the dented iron cup I held in my hand.The same witch that cursed your mother was the same witch that birthed Lisa with magic.Damn that idiot, I sent the cup flying with a sharp toss. It collapsed against the walls of the cave, and the clattering echoed through the cave. The magical connection between Lisa and I explained so many things. It explained the prophecy, and the strange pull between us. Everything I thought was special and intriguing about her was the same very thing I hated the most; Magic. Magic made her special, and magic was the one thing I detested above everything else.“You’re feeling good about yourself, aren’t you?” I angrily stared at the statue of the moon goddess. According to legends, she
Lisa PoV“What do you think?” I asked Nessa, but she seemed as confused as I was. We couldn’t figure out the sudden changes in their behaviors. One second, it felt like we were getting along and I was going to get the answers I was seeking, and the next I felt like a prisoner.It all started when Dylan had come to serve my meal two days ago. Prior to that we’d gotten comfortable with each. We were almost friends. Despite his huge frame and badly reset nose that ruined his otherwise handsome face, he was lively and friendly, and we would often talk about different, mindless things. But he was different that day. He was stiff and unsmiling. Even when I tried to tease him, he was unmoving. As though that wasn’t enough, he stood like a sentry guard at the opening of my compartment, blocking any ray of light that managed to filter through the small opening.“You know,” I planted a wide smile on my face, “you’ve really gotten better with your cooking,” I said while I munched on his roaste