Agatha's Point Of View
For centuries, I had kept my distance from shifters. The wounds inflicted by Ralph's betrayal had never fully healed, and my heart had become encased in a fortress of mistrust and sorrow. Yet, as I spent more time with Daemon and Adriana, the Royal Pack's leaders, I found the walls I had so carefully constructed beginning to crack.
My days at the Royal Pack started to blend together in a comfortable routine. Each morning, I would wander through the lush gardens surrounding the castle, the vibrant colours and sweet scents offering a soothing balm to my weary soul. It was during one of these morning strolls that Daemon first approached me, a curious glint in his eye.
"Good morning, Agatha," he greeted me warmly. "I hope you're finding everything to your liking here."
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Asher's Point Of ViewI had been with our pack for a few weeks now, and during that time, we had been focusing on finding out if Rin had any latent elemental magic. It had been tough for her, and at times, based on her emotions, I was sure she thought there wasn't a smidgen of magic talent within her.Today, we were going to a picnic spot beside the lake on the Silver Wolf Pack side. The place is incredibly serene and beautiful. The Silver Wolf Pack side offers stunning views of the tranquil waters and lush green surroundings. It's a perfect spot to unwind and enjoy nature's beauty. The calming sounds of the water and the refreshing breeze make it an ideal setting for a relaxing day out.I wanted her to focus on the fire element, as I was so optimistic about it, annoyingly so, as she told me. We had been out here for about two hours. Jus
Christine's Point Of ViewPacking for the trip to the Mountain Weir was both exciting and nerve-wracking. I stood before my wardrobe, a myriad of emotions swirling within me. The anticipation of meeting King Drake, my great-grandfather, Aldrik, and the unknowns of Asher's home made it hard to focus. Rows of clothes hung neatly, yet I felt utterly at a loss."Asher, what should I pack?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. I glanced over my shoulder at him, hoping for some guidance. "What will it be like there?"Asher walked over, his presence always a calming force. He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and reassurance. "It'll be colder on the journey since we're nearing winter," he explained, gently taking my hand. "There'll already be snow in the mountains."He led me to the window,
Christine's Point Of ViewIt was lunchtime on the second part of our journey, and we stopped by the roadside to stretch our legs and eat a light lunch. This would be the last stop until we reached the Mountain Weir. It was known in the ancient tongue of Dragonese as Fjallvirki.(Pronunciation: FYAT-tl-veer-kee)Asher was teaching me their native language, which was still predominantly spoken in the Weir, although English had been learnt by the highly educated and those families who had family members whose job it was to navigate the human world.The golden light of the afternoon sun bathed the rugged mountains surrounding us as our group finally reached the entrance to the Weir. The sight that greeted us was nothing short of magnificent - an ancient stone temple seamlessly integrated
Christine's Point Of ViewOur first night in what would be my new home was exciting, to say the least. We shared intimate moment after intimate moment. Asher and I shared what we felt, both emotional and physical sensations, with the mate bond wide open to each other, so each act of love was a beautiful expression of the deep connection and affection we felt. Every touch and glance conveyed love and trust, creating an atmosphere of warmth and closeness.Whether on the bed, shower, or spa, we moved together gently, each gesture a silent promise and a testament to our bond. In our private space, we experienced a profound sense of unity, feeling closer to each other than ever before. This intimate exchange strengthened our relationship, leaving us feeling cherished and deeply connected.Despite being awake throughout much of the night, we j
Eighteen 1/2 Years Ago Mara's Point of View One by one, I felt the devastating loss of every member of my pack, their lives extinguished by a vicious attack. All of them. Every single one of them. My world shattered into three hundred and sixty-eight pieces exactly. "Mara! You must go straight to Mitchell and Alana. They will protect you," were the last words I heard from my beloved mate Davide as he mind-linked me. "Davide!" I screamed back at him across the mental void. "Davide! Why have you left us?" My mate Davide, my Alpha, my love, had fallen too, leaving me with a grief that cut deeper than any physical wound. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't surrender to it. Not yet. Not with our unborn daughter relying on me for survival. Our entire pack was wiped out within an hour of them attacking. Rogues, from what I had managed to hear from the mind-links before it all went silent. What if I had not been out of the pack that day for a routine doctor's appointment?. Davide ha
Adriana's Point of View Six Months Ago I was turning 18 in a few months, but I wanted to get a job as a musician. There was no opportunity for that to happen if I only stayed within the pack. Luckily, a friend of my mother, James, owned a restaurant, and even though I was underage, he said I could play the piano at night. I really wanted to get out of the pack and perform not only covers but also my own music. Being an Omega meant being at the bottom of the heirarchy ladder. Unfortunately, I didn't have friends because my mother had home-schooled me instead of sending me to the pack school. Not having friends was hard when I was growing up, but there were some bonuses. Frankly, I think I got a better education than the others. My mother told me I was home-schooled because my eyes were the colour of amethysts, like hers. It was very rare, and I had to keep it a secret. I didn't quite understand what she meant by special, but she told me bad people would kill me if they found out. If
Daemon's Point of View Looking out the window, I was trying to take my mind off the current dispute I was having. The gardens were well-kempt, and the outside street was free of rubbish. Various wolves and Omegas were walking past, going about their daily lives. All of them were completely unaware of what was happening in the packhouse. Most of them were clueless about what goes on behind the scenes to create a successful pack. With increasing irritation, I turned back to deal with this argument. I could feel my anger rising, and I was close to losing my temper and destroying something. How dare Mitchell try and pressure me into this. Was I not the Alpha? Was I not capable of making my own choices? I bet my mother Alana put him up to this. All she is interested in is having grandchildren, so she probably pressured Mitchell into this. "Daemon! Son! Please listen to me! You need to find your mate," he said to me. I know my father was trying to reason with me, but he just didn't get i
Daemon's Point of View My father wanted me to find my mate, and it was going to get problematic if I didn't at least look. I still didn't think I needed one yet, although my wolf Theo disagreed. "I felt her about three months ago, and then she disappeared," he said. "I need to go find her soon." Yes, Theo was able to talk to me. We could hold conversations in our head, though sometimes it was like talking to a child. Talking to your wolf was something only those who had the Alpha gene could do. In normal werewolves, their wolf aspects did not speak to their human counterparts; they only made them aware through intense feelings. It also meant that those packs led by someone who didn't have the Alpha gene were at a disadvantage. Usually, an Alpha would come and take over. Some very harsh Alphas made a point of taking over other's territories, but I wasn't like that. As for finding my Luna, I did go and look around our pack for her as Theo suggested, but I didn't see her. Considerin