I was near at the pack border when I heard a pain filled howl. Deep down I know that it came from him, from my mate.
He must have realized that I have been gone missing, My heart aches all over, It feel like it is getting stab over and over again.
I was one step in crossing the border. Officially stepping out and leaving no trace behind.
Sweet memories flashed through my mind.
From the moment I smelt him, The first time that I've felt the sparks spreading throughout my body as our hands intertwined for the first time. Then another scene flashed on my mind with me standing on the makeshift stage and accepting the luna position of the Blood Stone Pack. The day that he proposed to me. The day that I found out I was carrying a pup and until my silent goodbye, not even an hour ago.
I will cherish those days for the rest of my life, until my very last breath. Those memories will be embed forever in my mind.
I continued on walking until I reached the edge of the territory.
I took a deep breath, This is it. I will sort everything out as quick as I can, until then the distance between us will keep them safe.
Just as I was about to set foot outside of the territory I heard another howl, This one is more intense than his previous one.
His howl has made me stopped and consider the decision that I'm making.
Was this right?
Am I making a right decision?Why does it hurt so much?My eyes started to sting as the tears started to fall. Soon tears are now continuously streaming down my cheeks.
And I dont know if they will stop soon.
I was clenching my fist when I felt a tap on my mind.
'Where are you?' I was so shocked when I heard his voice in my head. I was so damn sure that I put up my mental walls right before I run. It must have crumbled down when I was remembering some bitter sweet memories.
I did the only logical thing I could think of.
I opened up the mind link connecting to every single one pack member and said the words that I know will hurt them forever.
'I, Luna Monica of Blood Stone Pack steps down as your Luna and I will pass my duties and title to my daughter Erica. I love each and everyone of you. The years that I have spent here in Blood Stone pack is filled with endless happiness and it is with a heavy heart that I will say my goodbyes to you all.' with that I closed the pack link. I was confident that my daughter will grow up as a fine leader one day. The pack members will be there to guide her always.
The link between my mate is still open and I took that as an opportunity to tell him something even more heart wretching.
'I, Luna Monica of Blood Stone Pack -'
'baby please , come back. We'll figure this out' His voice was laced with pain and anguish. Swallowing hard I was able to transmit the mental message of me rejecting my other half.
'-rejects you Alpha Gabriel of Blood Stone Pack I hope that you'll forgive me.'
And just like that I started to build my mental wall and let more tears that I'm holding back flow freely.
Stepping out of the border and at that moment I felt all the ties to my pack snap. Officially becoming a Rogue.
It hasn't been 3 seconds since I became a rogue when I got hit by a brute force coming from an unknown source.
My body is flying mid air and with a loud thud I felt my back and head collide with a solid surface.
Getting smacked at a huge tree almost 10 feet away from where I was last standing hurts like a bitch.
The bark scratched my back creating multiple lesions. I could feel some even dug up on skin.
Groaning loudly when I fell to the ground with my back. I tried to roll over to lay on my front to prevent any pressure on my back area.
Even if my vision started to get fuzzy I can make out a silhouette of a man emerging from the shadows.
"Well well well, Who do we have here." His voice sounds so familiar. I tried to remember but the pain that I'm experiencing is fogging up my mind.
His silhouette grows bigger and bigger as he get nearer with every step he make.
Still lying on my front with my right cheek firmly planted on the ground I managed to make out a snarl, warding off the unknown.
And all I get from him is a chuckle.
When he got close enough. He knelt down.
His cold clammy hands gripped my jaw forcing me to look at him. I let out a gasp as I saw his face clearly.
There I saw the face of a man that made me live in a world of nightmare for many years. The man who I was trying to run away from.
He let out a cackle, a clear indication that he had gone mad.
"At last! I've finally got you. Luna Monica of Blood Stone Pack or should I say Monica the direct descendant of the first hybrid."
I felt my stomach drop as fear suddenly enveloped me. I've never told anyone my real identity and I don't plan on telling it.
But how did he know?
How did he find me?He started to grip my neck rather tightly, cutting off my air supply. My vision started to get blurry as I tried to pry off his figers around my neck.
Looking up I saw that the Blood Moon was at its peak and that is the moment that I surrendered everything to the darkness.
Year 2003 Alpha Gabriel's POV The broad daylight seeps through the thick and heavy curtains that was hanged on my office. It has been thrice already when I've seen the night turned into day. You can clearly see the prominent dark circles decorating under my eyes. I gently massaged my temples when I started to feel a dull headache forming. I have been up for three days doing something else, anything at all to keep my mind occupied and sleep is the least of my priorities. Locking myself in the office has been my total solitude. Everything inside the house reminded me of her and I don't have the heart to throw those things away. It has been three years since she ran away and I haven't heard anything from her since then. I will never give up. I know that my mate is still out there, The thread of our mate bond is still intact and I know that she's alive.
The wind brushed against my fur as I speed through the woods, dashing left and right and jumping over the fallen trees in my attempt to avoid any obstacles that could potentially slow me down. I can't lose my daughter, she's all that I have. I heard thumping of paws followed by multiple snarls. I know that my pack is right behind me, ready to face danger and will do our best to stop the Rogues. Rogues are Werewolves who had been kicked out of the pack or had left on their free will. Only a few are considered good and it is rare to encounter the good ones. But in this case, the Rogues that we will face have no intention in showing us kindness. Rogues are frowned upon by the Werewolf Realm. The reasons why they left is often because they have trouble following authoritative figures. They go rabid, insane and would kill anyone that would stand in their way. They would lose their sense of humanity letting their animalistic instinct take fu
In my own world were every corner is filled with endless darkness. My daughter serves as my beacon of light and my pillar of support. I cannot! And I will not survive without her. My other half is already missing and only the goddesses knows where she is. I don't know what will happen if I'll loss my pup too. Fuelled up by my fury I can hear my paws loudly thumping on the ground as I speed through a bunch of screaming humans as they run for their lives. Some are even hiding inside "closed stores" in fear for their safety. Who wouldn't? If I'm a human too I would probably be running as far as I can away from this horrid place. I can smell their fear lingering in the air. Which is quite understandable in this circumstances. Rogues are considered vile, viscious and are irrational creatures. They have trouble following authoritative figures, they listen to know one. They say t
As battle still ranges on all around us. Several white wolves emerged and joined in the fight. The Rogues seems to be in turmoil as others fled and left. Cowards. Those Rogues who stayed and displayed stupid courage had their fates sealed off with fangs and claws. The six Rogues around me appears to be so hard headed and their mind are dead set on killing us. With the Alpha King on my side, the fight now becomes 2 on 6. I may not be good at math but I know damn well that it is not a fair fight. Regardless, we will still kick their b*tts. Without wasting anymore seconds the one closest to me ran straight to my direction and tried to tackle me down and that served as a go signal for the other five Rogues to start attacking too. The second Rogue tried to bit my hind leg, the leg that was injured not an hour ago. The pain from the bite shoot up and I released a pain filled growl. Three jaws was snapping on my direction, the third rogue was
2024 (present year) Erica's POV It was a little bit past 5am when I woke up from my sweet slumber. My mind was awake yet my body seems to be still in the hybernating stage. Prying my body away from the comforts of my bed will be very challenging and will be a damn near impossible task if I might add. I just wanna stay in my bed and be wrapped up with it's warmth, I don't want to get up and besides it's not like my birthday is today. Today? Birthday?! Oh no! Oh no! No! No! Why now?! My eyes were now wide open, it was so wide that it will make the owl's eyes pale in comparison. It felt like my body suddenly got splashed by an ice cold water. All traces of sleep left me and it evaporated into thin air. Poof! I pushed the blanket off of me. I jump from the bed as realization dawned unto me. Oh my goddesses! My head was suddenly wrapped a
Next thing I know I was gasping as I got drenched in cold water from head to toe. Turning my head, there I spotted my bestfriend Kamille smirking while holding an empty bucket. Meet Kamille, she's a little nicer than me, bubblier, a total shopaholic and my twin sister. She have a long pin straight hair, with big doe eyes and a cute button nose. We're twins not by blood but bounded by our mischievousness. Together we create ruckus in the pack house and I think we've a already given a lot of pack members some heart attack. When her parents were away we would always torment the Elders, the Sigmas, the Phis and the Psis. Me being the Alpha's daughter and her being the Delta's daughter, our sheer force is always unstoppable when it comes to pranks. I glared at her as goosebumps appeared on my skin, my glare only made her smirk wider. "Happy Birthday Biiiitch!" Then she started to sing a horrible version of the Happy Birthday s
"Too glittery. What are you? A unicorn sh*t? Go put on something else please. Next!" "Too poofy. You look like a freaking girl from candy lala land. Next!" "Too Tissue-y. That's so not you. It looks like a used paper towel and then reused again and was pasted on the dress, like eww. Boo take it off! Next!" "Too cringey. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Go fudging change please" "Too white. Can you please close your eyes". And like a stupid person I am, I did listen to her and closed my eyes. "There! You look like your a freaking corpse in a coffin, Thank you, Next." Those were some of her exact words 3 hours ago and 17 shops ago. Now, we are exiting the 18th shop and we still don't have the dress. It's just a dress, it's no big deal. We can just grab one and be done with it. But NO! Her, being the typical fashion diva/ bestfriend / my pain in the *ss needs to f
Stepping out of the dressing room, I came face to face with Kamille, she was smilling brightly and her eyes were shimmering in delight, waiting for me to walk out of the changing room and show her the dress. But as she finally laid her eyes on me, her smiling lips turned into a thin line in just a split of a nano second. Her eyes are now narrowed to slits. And I being the childish me, just stuck my tongue out for her. With the dress in my hand I went straight to the cashier to pay for it. After paying for my item, I emerged from the shop with a huge grin on my face, like I just won a freaking lottery. Call it an exaggeration or something but that is the truth. You have no idea how torturous it is for the three of us to accompany Kamille for finding THE PERFECT WHITE DRESS. John and Daston greeted me with an equal amount of joy. The three of us shared a look and when understanding dawned. John immediately take of
Clashing of claws and baring of fangs can be seen happening in every part of the pack house. Hours have passed, The war between the rogues has finally reached its end and the sun starts to shine in the horizon once again. Sunrise, a symbol of new beginning. But, unfortunately there are still no signs of my mate. A saw a member of the pack walking near me. "Can you show me where the sacred grounds were, I just want to pay respect to the fallen warriors."Fear suddenly envelops him as he sensed my wolf.He shrank back a little l, but nonetheless showed me the way. The path was surprisingly clear and we'll maintained, as we walk deeper into a the dense part of the forest, the amount of trees were declining, until we reached a clearing. Mourning families were crying over their cloth covered loved ones. The pack members who did not made it were all gathered here on the pack's sacred grounds, each pack has a sacred burial ritual done by the oldest member of the pack. "I'll take my lea
There was a long pause and a minute of silence between me and my mother. Her yellow eyes were glinting with anger and ferociousness as she stared at me cautiously. I approached her slowly to try and hug her but she thought that I was about to inflict harm on her so her instincts were doing the flight or fight response, and she chose the latter since she decided attack me. She lunge at me with her blaring fangs and she was stopped mid air. Fortunately she was held back by the shackles and the long chain attached to her ankles, She just looked at me with her eyes burning in rage and her chest was huffing up and down as she breath in and out deeply, her claws are now slowly appearing.
Alpha Alexander's POV(Same time as the ceremony) I opened my eyes and noticed that the room was dark. I must have slept throughout the afternoon. The room is only illuminated by the moon peeking from my curtains, giving my plain and boring bedroom a nice moonlight glow. I was about to go out today and witness a Luna Ceremony but I have more important things to do. Running a Werewolf Kingdom has never been an easy task. I have no time to waste and every second counts. And consider the fact that I ascended on the throne at such a young age with no parents to ever guide me. Everyday has never been the same. New problems would arise day after the other and the constant nagging of the committee for me to find my mate is getting on my nerves. And as their king I must put the kingdom first even if it means sacrificing myself. The kingdom needs an heir to keep the royal bloodline alive. With the consta
From a far of distance I can see the outline of the orphanage. I can also hear the sound of the children's cries. My heart wretched as I hear them, they have already suffered a painful lose and now this? Another very traumatic event. We were almost there when two rogues jumped infront of us. All of us stopped on our tracks. Their yellow eyes shines in mischief under the moonlight. Their teeth were blaring at us and they smell strongly like a rotting flesh. Daston and John shifted right before our very eyes and charged at the Rogues. We all took that as an opportunity to run and get to the orphanage. When we got there some of the kids were screaming and crying outside. Their instincts must have made them realize that something is wrong. When we got there, the pups immediately hugged us. Their tear stained faces were very heart breaking to look at. "Lia, do some head count. It should be 38." Kamille and I went
The pups and the non warriors were ushered to the hidden shelters/bunkers. Each pack has to built them in case of emergency cases like this. It is better to be safe than sorry. Because of our huge numbers and the vast territory, our pack has built multiple hidden bunkers. There is one on each side of the territory. Northern bunker, Southern bunker, Eastern bunker and the Western bunker. Ever since the attack that has happened 2 decades ago, the records of any rogue attacks that has been happening were very frequent. Even other packs were alarmed by the growing attacks of rogues in our territory. Up until now we don't have any idea why they are attacking. I went down on the stage
"All leaders? And yet the leader of the leaders did not even bother to show up." "He must be busy with paperworks." I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue distastefully. Sure pops, defend him. Busy my *ss! Maybe he is indeed busy. Busy frolicking with wh*rish wolves. I seriously pity his mate though. We were only given one chance mate. One the rejection takes place it is like you are killing yourself. Our mates is our other half, without them ourself will lose all sense of direction. Other will die or will turn Rogue because of the heartbreak. The future Queen will have a really massive headache. IT is such a shame. While we were walking along the hallways I started to imagine torturous things that could inflict a great degree of pain on unfaitful wolves like him. Like maybe tying him upside down. Chopping his thingy off. Put him on an electric chair and electrecute him until he learns his lesson. I was th
My hands were trembling and my mind is in turmoil as I tried to remember the words that I will need to say later. What if I mispronounced something? Or worst, what if I forgot the words? I'm now groaning loudly in my head for thinking the worst case scenarios which as a result has made my nerves crazier than ever. A leader that will lead atleast 3,000 werewolves can't even memorize a few words. I have been pacing back and forth across my room ever since Kamille left. My nervousness is something that I have trouble controlling. I was in the middle of imprinting the words on my mind when I heard a knock on my newly fixed door breaking me into my pacing. Right after Kams left she made sure to contact one of the pack members to fix my door. Which I'm very thankful for even though it is her entire fault in the first place. Every step that I take towards the door makes my heart beats faster than normal and
Stepping out of the dressing room, I came face to face with Kamille, she was smilling brightly and her eyes were shimmering in delight, waiting for me to walk out of the changing room and show her the dress. But as she finally laid her eyes on me, her smiling lips turned into a thin line in just a split of a nano second. Her eyes are now narrowed to slits. And I being the childish me, just stuck my tongue out for her. With the dress in my hand I went straight to the cashier to pay for it. After paying for my item, I emerged from the shop with a huge grin on my face, like I just won a freaking lottery. Call it an exaggeration or something but that is the truth. You have no idea how torturous it is for the three of us to accompany Kamille for finding THE PERFECT WHITE DRESS. John and Daston greeted me with an equal amount of joy. The three of us shared a look and when understanding dawned. John immediately take of
"Too glittery. What are you? A unicorn sh*t? Go put on something else please. Next!" "Too poofy. You look like a freaking girl from candy lala land. Next!" "Too Tissue-y. That's so not you. It looks like a used paper towel and then reused again and was pasted on the dress, like eww. Boo take it off! Next!" "Too cringey. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Go fudging change please" "Too white. Can you please close your eyes". And like a stupid person I am, I did listen to her and closed my eyes. "There! You look like your a freaking corpse in a coffin, Thank you, Next." Those were some of her exact words 3 hours ago and 17 shops ago. Now, we are exiting the 18th shop and we still don't have the dress. It's just a dress, it's no big deal. We can just grab one and be done with it. But NO! Her, being the typical fashion diva/ bestfriend / my pain in the *ss needs to f