DRAMA!!! What do think about Isla’s mocking performance? Do you like it? Hey, I know the story is about Isla and Cayden. You’ll be seeing more of them soon. I just wanted to address some things first. And what’s with Rogues everywhere!?
{Isla’s POV} The entrance door suddenly flew open and one of my guards was panting against the door frame. “My Princess, Rogues!” .. Rogues? It felt like my brain wasn’t in the mood to process words as I just stood there and stared. How did we switch from tantalizing drama to Rogue infestation? Everyone else had either taken their battle poses or ran towards safety… while I just stood and stared! “Isla! What are you doing?!” Ralph had gotten to me and was shaking me to my senses. “We have to leave!” He bawled and I finally claimed my concentration back. “How many are there? “Anybody hurt?” “Rogues in GreyHill?” Those were the questions I blurted out as I trailed behind Ralph as we made our way out of the Mansion. “I don’t know.” Ralph was yelling. There were cries and shouts from every corner of my vision. We had gotten out of the Mansion and blood and werewolves littered the land. “But from the look of it, they are more than a hundred!” “What! A hun—” There was a huge
{Isla’s POV} I blinked. I blinked once. I blinked twice, and I realized I was now in my room. I wasn’t dead! Right? I tried getting up but pain shot through me in vehement waves so I settled my attempt. “My Princess.” Some fingers clutched my hand gently. “You’re awake.” Andrea keened with happiness and relief. “Andrea.” I painfully muttered with a whizzing in my voice but then Andrea immediately bolted out of the room. Maybe my whizzing had scared her? I drove my gaze weakly around my room before there was a sudden racket that hauled my gaze toward the door. My mum, my Dad, Carlot, Ralph, and someone else I couldn’t immediately recognize was scampering into my room. “Isla.” My mother was the first to get to me. She collapsed her hugging self on me and I fought to restrain my groaning but then she noticed and released me immediately. My father sat gently at the opposite side while the remaining audience just stood, arching around me like I was performing a magic trick and t
{Isla’s POV} “So there was this many casualties?” I was in the Court Hall with my Dad, Carlot, and Ralph. We were going through the reports of the Rogue assault on GreyHill and the values were alarming. “Sadly, yes Princess. Precisely, we lost forty-three Palace guards to upheaval.” Carlot replied to me. “And a lot more GreyHill dwellers.” “But where did such a gang come from?” I quizzed on. “We’ve never had such a threatening Rogues number before.” “I don’t know.” It was my Dad talking, his deep tone lined with anger. “But something is definitely off somewhere.” He mouthed, his expression crushed into a frown. “Yes, Lord Alpha. I totally agree.” Ralph started with a slight bow. “I noticed something odd during the attack.” He said. “What do you mean?” Carlot asked, taking a seat. Carlot loved standing and only took to sitting when he needed to focus on something important or interesting. To him, Ralph’s exposition was both. “Well, firstly, apart from their threatening number, t
{Isla’s POV} Someone had caught me. I swiveled around and was greeted by deep ocean-blue eyes. Only one person I knew possessed such eyes. I immediately pushed myself away from his clinch, shooting him an irritated look which he reciprocated with a scowl. “The Court Hall is no place for Cartwheels, Princess.” He mouthed, continuing with his strides. Did he just call my artful flips and stunts Cartwheels? How dare he!? “Good day, Your Highness.” He greeted my Dad before I could retort. “Welcome, General.” My Dad responded. “Take a seat.” He gestured Cayden to one of the black leather chairs. Uh… what’s happening? I was still there standing and nobody bothered to spare me any attention as the men started distributing some file papers amongst themselves. Cayden was seated slightly close to Ralph who looked like he didn’t fancy the proximity as his arms stiffened up. I gulped at that. “And what is this all about?” I asked, finally calling some attention to myself. Only my Da
{Isla’s POV} The breeze was soft. The silence was gentle. Kayla’s room was serene. But I was tense! There was nothing soft, or peaceful, or bright about my day. For all I knew, it was the opposites. Hard, rough, and … whatever the opposite of serene is. And why was I this muddled? Well, it’s courtesy of General Cayden. He’s made me this way. His words had threatened me. He had reminded me of one of the best nights of my life— yet, the most dreadful night. The night when I had felt my wolf leap for the first time in response to its fated calling. The night when my only intent was to not stop searching until I was found by my other half. The night when I had abandoned everyone just for one person. That same night was in two days… On that night, I had paid a very huge price for love… and I’m not talking about rejecting my role as Princess or sacrificing my sovereignty… *FLASHBACK* [Two Years Ago On The Night Of The Mating Moon] I was scared. This was the feeling every werewo
{Isla’s POV} “How can you read my thoughts?” I asked, beyond shocked as I stopped some good inches away— inches that would give me the upper hand at escaping in case of any sudden surprises. “I read everybody’s thoughts.” She mouthed, her voice shaky. “But yours? Yours is something else.” She says, looking more monstrous. But I only drew closer. “He’s my mate and I—” “You don’t want to reject him. But at the same time, you can’t juggle love and your duties as the future Queen. You’re scared it will be your weakness.” She took the words right out of my mental conception. “Y- yes.” I said slowly in acceptance. “I know I’m supposed to be devoted to my monarchical service.” I can’t believe I’m sharing my issues with a random witch. “But at the same time, I can’t get myself to forgo the bliss of having a mate.” I said sadly. Dad wouldn’t be proud of the way I was talking. “He may be the king but don’t allow your Dad to rule your own choices too.” She read it off my brain cortex once
{Isla’s POV} “Well, I don’t see myself ever leaving that handsome hunk alone.” I smiled gleefully… [PRESENT DAY] I’ve left that handsome hunk alone. And The Night Of The Mating Moon is in two days. “A price for a mistake...” I repeated the old lady’s words. It's going to-- “Hey, Isla.” A voice said. “What are you doing in my room?” I turned to the door and realized Kayla had walked in. She was putting on her Crawl clothes and some ash shoes— which meant she had been at the Arena. “You still go to the Arena?” I asked, frowning in my annoyance and she sighed. She sat down on the bed. “So this is about Cayden.” “Of course, Kayla. Of course, it’s about Cayden. Look at me.” I called her attention from her pink closet back to me. “Cayden is a dangerous man! He’s—” “Hey hey.” Kayla took my hands in her as she saw how serious I was getting. “I know he’s dangerous and I know he has bad intentions. I got that after you spoke to me last time.” She said softly. There was genuineness i
{Isla’s POV} A lot has happened to me. I mean, A LOT! I was lying on the bed in my room and it was midnight and you would think that the peace that comes with the night would come to me. It didn’t! My mind was full of thoughts and my chest was full of plots. So I needed to talk to someone. And by someone, I mean my best friend, Andrea. But she was in her room, asleep. The time I desperately need to share my issues with her, she slumbers! Karma is really a bitch! Andrea had been wanting to chat so badly recently but I’ve been dismissing her, and now… Anyway, back to me. What’s the latest news? It’s officially one day before the Night of The Mating Moon. And Ralph kissed me. Yeah. And I’m talking about a passionate lip kiss. It was a really great kiss, but. But I slapped him. And it was a really great slap. Why? Well, it was… it’s— fuck! Here is a little FLASHBACK* “Talk about what?” I asked, a bit confused. “Talk about us.” Ralph said, strictly. “Us?” I said it l