“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle. “Thanks for your generosity but I'll be leaving in four days.” “There’s nothing left for me here.” I replied icily. I could barely mask the anger and jealousy in my voice. It was all thanks to her father Derrick was alive; But at the same time I couldn't stand the thought of Derrick being with someone else. A servant ran in just then.“My princess, we captured an intruder in our woods. “He says he means no harm. He's here to ensure Gwen gets home safely.” I was puzzled. Wh
“You don't have to worry about me, you can see her whenever you wish.” “It must be really tough leaving someone you love to marry a stranger.” I turned to see the owner of the voice. Sylvia smiled at me. I was flustered. She had caught me looking at Gwen hugging a stranger in the garden. “Are you jealous? She chuckled. “It can't be helped.” I replied in guilt I know you didn't mean to, you can't help it cause you love her.” “Have you ever been in love before? Is this what it feels like?.” I was forced to ask. I had never been an emotional person. I didn't even know how to express my emotions until Gwen came along. Sylvia took a deep breath and leaned on the window above the garden. One could see the garden clearly from there. “Yes I have: but clearly, I had to fulfil my obligations as a royal blood.” “Father didn't want me to marry him, he had no powers and he was a commoner. And on the other hand, you're the strongest creature among the twelve kingdoms.”
We were back to Dycan. The palace loomed before us, a symbol of both power and oppression. But today, it would witness a reckoning. As we crossed the threshold, the air crackled with anticipation, our footsteps echoing through the grand halls. I could sense the whispers of the courtiers, their curiosity piqued by our audacity.Together, we strode towards the throne room, our resolve unyielding. As he pushed open the doors, a hush fell over the room, all eyes turning towards us.In that moment, I knew we were not just reclaiming a throne; we were reclaiming a legacy. With unwavering determination, we stepped forward, ready to confront Eugene and seize our destiny. He was frightened when he set his eyes on Derrick, but he managed to conceal it. “Derrick, what a pleasant surprise!.” I never expected you'll be back so soon.” “What are you doing on my throne uncle?.” Derrick questioned him sternly. “Oh this? I was keeping it safe and warm for you.” “I won't be needing you
Three years later…. Two children run around merrily. “You're it!!.” A cute little baby girl says and runs away. A little boy around her age follows in pursuit. I watch my babies with pride from across the field as I sip some tea. The vibrant red yellow and peach flowers beside me add colour and life to the field. It's a peaceful morning in Dycan again. The sun beamed radiantly from the sky. The air was clean and refreshing. I smile as I watch my twins have fun. They were worthy compensation for all I had lost. I wished my dad was alive to see them. They consoled me. Their birth brought nothing but joy to my life. Derrick had gone on a short trip, but it felt like forever. Sitting beneath the sprawling branches of a majestic tree in this tranquil field, I feel a deep sense of calm enveloping me. The tree's leaves create a dappled pattern of sunlight and shade, casting a soothing ambiance around me. I lean against the sturdy trunk, feeling it's comforting presence gro
I stared out the window and took a deep breath. It was just what I needed at the moment.moment.The light wind swayed the branches of the shiny, green, and healthy olive tree. I looked down atthe beautiful garden; it cheered me up. It belonged to my mother.The liar! She never came back.It was a very peaceful morning in Dycan and also a day of celebration.It was the first full moon.It was a thing to be happy about, and all the wolves in Dycan looked forward to the transformation.ceremony, when teenage wolves were wolfed out. They had to determine alpha wolves and outcasts.like me. I belonged to the Omegas; we were the lowest and most pathetic in Dycan.Transition festivals were much anticipated among the teenage wolves and their eager guardians. There were lots of fun activities to look forward to.But this delightful day would always remind me of my own failure.I could still remember the jeering andspiteful face of the crowd two years ago when I didn't transform like the othe
It had been exactly sixteen years, three months, and six days since shepromised to come back for me. I never lost count.She took me on a walk and abandoned me.Hours had rolled into days, and days had walked into weeks.Weeks sped into months, and months ran into years. The pain never really went away.away. I waited like a fool in the cold, dark alley, drenched, scared, and hungry. TheMerciless rain pattered heavily on my skin. Will I ever forgive her? I asked myself, staring at the life-size painting hung onthe walls of the castle. She seemed to be staring back at me with her beautiful blue eyes.It looked like they were full of apology; I hoped they were.It was tough living with scars no one apologized for. You just had to learn to live with it.it."Miss Gwen, your father summons you." The housekeeper, Madam Devon, interrupted."Oh, I'll be there shortly." I replied. She took her leave.I held up the hem of my tight corset dress and made my wayto my father's s
I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya wasreally here. But it became clear tonight.I had eavesdropped on her and her dad."Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother."But I don't want to believe that.""Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother."She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf.""Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said."I forbid such a thing for Gwen." Aunt Maya had said in her defense.Wolf camp was torture; it was a place even Ava wouldn't wish for me. Weak wolves were trained with the most cruelmethods possible.I took a deep breath and flipped to the other side of the bed.There was a ball tonight at the palace to celebrate the moon goddess.a successful full moon transition festival.There was a gentle knock on my door. "May I come in?""Come in." I said absent-minded.Aunt Maya came in and shut the door gently behind her. She satby my bedside. She was all dressed up
I was all dressed for the ball. Aunt Maya had threatened to allow my father to send meto wolf camp.The castle was magnificent; it had been a while since I last visited the palace.The bright chandelier lights glowed brightly.Everyone conversed with their friends; the girls giggled, whispered, andsnickered as they stole glances at me. They were talking about me, no doubt. My life was miserable in Dycan. The female wolves were envious of my looks. They could never be friends with me.I had no friends; my best friend Evelyn had moved to Lycester when we turned fifteen. She was all I had.I could only see her when I visited Aunt Maya. I had only done that once in ages. The king soon emerged. My heart raced when I saw Derrick walking closely behind him. He wasbreathtaking. I got lost staring at him; his cold, mean eyes met mine. I looked away.immediately.Derrick treated me like a non-existent creature. I had never gotten close to him.except once when he bumped into
Three years later…. Two children run around merrily. “You're it!!.” A cute little baby girl says and runs away. A little boy around her age follows in pursuit. I watch my babies with pride from across the field as I sip some tea. The vibrant red yellow and peach flowers beside me add colour and life to the field. It's a peaceful morning in Dycan again. The sun beamed radiantly from the sky. The air was clean and refreshing. I smile as I watch my twins have fun. They were worthy compensation for all I had lost. I wished my dad was alive to see them. They consoled me. Their birth brought nothing but joy to my life. Derrick had gone on a short trip, but it felt like forever. Sitting beneath the sprawling branches of a majestic tree in this tranquil field, I feel a deep sense of calm enveloping me. The tree's leaves create a dappled pattern of sunlight and shade, casting a soothing ambiance around me. I lean against the sturdy trunk, feeling it's comforting presence gro
We were back to Dycan. The palace loomed before us, a symbol of both power and oppression. But today, it would witness a reckoning. As we crossed the threshold, the air crackled with anticipation, our footsteps echoing through the grand halls. I could sense the whispers of the courtiers, their curiosity piqued by our audacity.Together, we strode towards the throne room, our resolve unyielding. As he pushed open the doors, a hush fell over the room, all eyes turning towards us.In that moment, I knew we were not just reclaiming a throne; we were reclaiming a legacy. With unwavering determination, we stepped forward, ready to confront Eugene and seize our destiny. He was frightened when he set his eyes on Derrick, but he managed to conceal it. “Derrick, what a pleasant surprise!.” I never expected you'll be back so soon.” “What are you doing on my throne uncle?.” Derrick questioned him sternly. “Oh this? I was keeping it safe and warm for you.” “I won't be needing you
“You don't have to worry about me, you can see her whenever you wish.” “It must be really tough leaving someone you love to marry a stranger.” I turned to see the owner of the voice. Sylvia smiled at me. I was flustered. She had caught me looking at Gwen hugging a stranger in the garden. “Are you jealous? She chuckled. “It can't be helped.” I replied in guilt I know you didn't mean to, you can't help it cause you love her.” “Have you ever been in love before? Is this what it feels like?.” I was forced to ask. I had never been an emotional person. I didn't even know how to express my emotions until Gwen came along. Sylvia took a deep breath and leaned on the window above the garden. One could see the garden clearly from there. “Yes I have: but clearly, I had to fulfil my obligations as a royal blood.” “Father didn't want me to marry him, he had no powers and he was a commoner. And on the other hand, you're the strongest creature among the twelve kingdoms.”
“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle. “Thanks for your generosity but I'll be leaving in four days.” “There’s nothing left for me here.” I replied icily. I could barely mask the anger and jealousy in my voice. It was all thanks to her father Derrick was alive; But at the same time I couldn't stand the thought of Derrick being with someone else. A servant ran in just then.“My princess, we captured an intruder in our woods. “He says he means no harm. He's here to ensure Gwen gets home safely.” I was puzzled. Wh
DerrickI watched her cry in disbelief as she came closer and ran her fingers on my chest, my neck, all over me: to ascertain if I was really the one. “Derrick.” She called again. She hugged me tight like I was about to disappear. I pulled her close and hugged her as I watched her cry eyes out. “I'm not dreaming.” She cried. I pressed her head close to my chest in relief. I was happy to see her again, she was back in my arms. I missed her, she was always on my mind. But things had changed, and were about to take a different dimension for the both of us. I had a debt to repay the late fox king. He had spared my life and nursed me back to health. I could still remember his last words on the day he died. I stood by the bedside of the dying king, I couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow wash over me. His once vibrant eyes, filled with the wisdom of ages, now glistened with the sheen of approaching death. Each shallow breath he took seemed to echo through t
What I had found out didn't deter me from finding Derrick. I was mad at him but I was also hoping he would be alive. I felt stupid but I couldn't help it. There was something about our bond that was suggesting he would be alive. I kept walking, hoping I get to the fox den within the next three weeks. I was a shadow of myself. My steps were sluggish. I was weary and disappointed in myself and everyone around me. I had never really experienced lasting joy. I had been foolish enough to trust everyone all I got in return were a few knives in my back. They had stabbed and bruised me badly. Love was staying vulnerable, even when you knew you could get hurt. I guess I really loved with all my heart but each time I keep getting knocked down and disappointed by life. I hoped healing would come someday. I'll be able to let go of all the hurt and pain in my heart. I just wanted to fall in Derrick's arms and cry my eyes out. At that moment I hated him too. He had concealed the truth from me. Why
“Shortly after , I took in and I gave birth to you. But the pack did not accept us. Everyone said I was a human and your father was out of his senses for marking me as his mate. He had to renounce his rank and become an Omega for my sake. He didn't care, as long as we were happy . But my happiness was short-lived. A storm was brewing up and I had no idea about it, until it was too late. When you clocked five, my friend Gaya died, leaving her ten years old son behind. Her suicide note said she was fed up. Afraid of losing your father's loyalty to his court, the alpha sent me a threat letter to spill the mysteries surrounding his wife's death. He said I should know better. I was her only friend. He had doubts about Derrick's paternity, he believed his wife had been unfaithful. There were times I saved Derrick from his father's gruesome tortures and merciless clutches. I didn't want your father to get in trouble or fight for me so I said nothing about the
As I arrived at Aunt Maya's house, excitement bubbled within me, eager to catch up with her. However, when the servants informed me that she wasn't home, a sense of disappointment crept in. Determined not to waste the visit, I decided to make myself comfortable in her bedroom while I waited for her return.Entering Aunt Maya's bedroom felt like stepping into a sanctuary of tranquility. The soft scent of lavender filled the air, and sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the floor. I settled onto the plush armchair by the window, the soft cushions enveloping me as I gazed out at the peaceful garden below.But as the minutes ticked by, impatience gnawed at me. I couldn't simply sit idly by while Aunt Maya was away. My eyes wandered around the room, searching for something to occupy my time.That's when I noticed it—the tapestry hanging on the far wall, its intricate design drawing me in like a magnet. Curiosity piqued, I crossed the room and ran my fin
As the darkness fades, I feel a gentle warmth spreading across the horizon, painting the sky with delicate hues of pink and gold. The world slowly awakens around me, as if emerging from a peaceful slumber. Each ray of light dances gracefully, casting long shadows and breathing life into every corner it touches. In this serene moment, I am filled with a sense of renewal and hope, as if anything is possible in the gentle embrace of the dawn. It gave way to the glorious sunrays which cast it's warm glow in the cave. I stood up to get a better view of the sunrise. As the warm breeze rustles through the cave entrance, I can't help but drift back to those carefree days of my childhood. I remember the laughter echoing across the meadows, mingling with the sweet scent of wildflowers. Dad's hand, rough yet gentle, clasped firmly in mine as we explored every hidden corner of our sanctuary. The tall grass swaying in rhythm with our footsteps, a symphony of nature's melody enveloping us in it