In the darkness of the night, in a deserted route where the wildness and the crickets of the night were heard, two figures were seen. The huge figure of a male walking in slow, steady steps with a very drunk female wrapped in his arms. The long silver-gold mane that is his hair was in complete contrast with the night, resting beautifully down his back.Upclose, his handsome chiseled face was drawn in a dark frown, his lips curved in a snarl. While, the woman in his arms was singing out excitedly, drunkenly."I can seeeeeeeee the foreeeeeest! It's so beautifuuuuul! So many aniiiiiiiimals in the riveeeeer!" Hiccup, hiccup. "I can smeeeeeeell the roooooooses! They are danciiiiing in the wiiiiiiiiiiild!!!""Keep. It. Down." He commanded, for the umpteenth time, through gritted teeth. "Where are these beeeeeeeautiful staaaaars coming frooooom!? Aaaaaah, what a gooooooood dreeeam!" She giggled like the happiest child. "Is this an elephant riiiiiight in froooooont of meeeeeeeeeee!?"Wolfar
"I know, I know. I'm still looking for Algro too. Only he can tell us where the girl is.""Algro is a bástard, I'll kill him when I come face to face with him again." The doctor barked angrily, "While looking for him, look hard for Hazel's mother. Once we find the mother, we already have the child."Minutes after the call ended, Simon refilled his glass with more beer, his eyes on the blue glassy swimming pool of the hotel but his mind was so far away.All these shouldn't be happening. After the laboratory burned down and their experiments escaped, they'd kept tabs on the girl while trying to survive and stay in hiding themselves. Algro was the man they put in charge of keeping an eye on the girl and reporting everything about the girl back to them. Through his reports, they'd learned that the girl was traumatized, but the pregnancy stayed. They followed the progress of the girl's pregnancy through him and the girl's delivery. He kept them updated for eleven years. But for the past
Ismena held her breath as the wolf glided through the long hallways toward Wolfariane's bedroom. Now, I understand why these hallways are not as narrow as a regular hallways. Of course, it was made to accommodate their animal forms, Ismena thought fascinatingly as she watched the way the wolf glided fluidly and gracefully. A growl from the huge animal made her jerk her hand away from his furs as it burned her. She realized that she was rubbing its fur like a favorite pet. Again.She hasn't placed if the grumpy animal likes it or not, so it's better to keep her hands to herself.As they entered the bedroom, all the fear, and nervousness that never really abated tripled inside her. You know what they say about 'behind closed doors...The King-Wolf came to a stop at the center of the big space of the bedroom and shook his body a bit. Ismena took it as her cue to get down from its back, so she did. It wasn't easy, considering the size of the wolf but unlike when she climbed on, the wol
Ismena was still fuming in the bathroom but at the same time, she couldn't help enjoying her bath. The bathroom was definitely not the most ultramodern one, but it was most sophisticated, well-equipped, and well-decorated in a way that oozed masculinity. She can stay here for hours and never get tired of it.Everywhere smelled like him. Everything she touches smelled like him. It did nothing to help the desire beating down through her system, did nothing to help how hard her nipples budded for him and her wet she was for him."No way, Body. He doesn't want us, remember? I think we should stop wanting him and hold onto the little bit of pride we have left. Let's not forget that he almost killed us in the afternoon in his lion form." She muttered to herself as she soaped her body.Nope, her body wasn't listening to her. Instead, the scent of the man surrounded her like a second skin, playing with her sense...playing with her heart at the same time.Outside the bathroom, it was all Wolf
Wolfaraine's hands gripped the chair-arms tighter. "In July, on a bright summer day, I set out to the non-changeling world again. My ten-year-old sister was waiting for me at the Wild Forest..." A pause. A tight swallow. "...I was surprised to see her there. I told her to go back but she refused." "Aila has always been sheltered by the pack and my own family. Everybody loves her because she's a very lovable child." His voice took on a light tone like he can remember this past, "Even when I was young, I wasn't all easygoing and carefree like other pack children, but I had a very soft spot for Aila. It was so visible...everyone knows. No one messes with Aila, not even when pack-children are playing. That person will have to go through me first." A small smile ghosted Ismena's lips. "I can understand that very much, and I'm sure everyone else can too. You're her big brother...of course, you love her that fiercely. It's like that for me and Tina, my little sister, too." A lightness wa
"Finding myself in that large cage, I went into a raging frenzy, demanding to see my sister. I felt fear for the first time in my life because I did not know if Aila was alive or not. I practically dared those scientists to come into the cage to try and punish me for the uproar, but no one dared. Instead, they convinced me that Aila was alive by making her scream from a different part of the cell which I couldn't see."Ismena finished applying the healing potions and dropped the small bottle aside. She reached for the bandages then."I knew there were more of my packmates in that lab, but I was isolated just like the rest of them so I had no idea who was captured and who wasn't. To them, we were just experiments. Just animals. And they tortured and treated us like one.""Oh my God!!" Ismena gasped, disgustedly. Her hands gripped the bandage so tight in her anger, her knuckles turned white.He continued anyway. His tone was flat. "I was called Number 6. Aila was Number 26. For weeks, I
On the other hand, Ismena was remembering Wolfaraine's rage in cougar form clearly when he chased her earlier in the day. The murder look in its green eyes is not something that can be easily forgotten. Also, Alphose's words earlier came back to her. ***"The cougar does not like you, so beware of his eyes going all green."***A cold shiver worked through her spine."I was not surprised that the King-Cougar's rage and hate for humans surpassed that of the King-Wolf because the cougar protected us the most in those hellish months; in my mortal form and wolf-form. Taking every drug those doctors stuck into me in wolf-form and absorbing itself. It damaged the cougar badly."Her voice finally worked. "How...?" It came out hoarse.He thought of ways to explain it better, "In animal form, we are basically instinctive and not rational or reasonable like we are in mortal form. But even at that, I am more in control in wolf form than in cougar form. That part of me is so damaged, I am tetheri
Ismena has never heard such pain reflected in another person's voice before. It made her heart tighten further in her chest like someone was squeezing hard on it and refused to let go. "I'm so sorry, Wolfaraine... It wasn't your—""No. Do not think about telling me that it is not my fault Ismena." Looking away from his bloody hands, he focused his gaze out of the window, "That lie does nothing for me. That lie does not change that I failed my sister, Nalaila, in every sense of the word 'failure'."She'd thought it was a mistake that he'd mentioned that name before, but now she knows for sure that it wasn't a mistake. So, Nalaila is his sister...? Aila. Nalaila. Of course.Now, she felt very guilty for even feeling remotely jealous the few times that name came up. His unusual reactions at the mention of that name finally made sense."So, you see why I hate humans so much?" His tone hard, "I cannot unhate your kind, Ismena. I do not know how to."Oh, yes, she understands. It hurts but