Marc's POV "If you don't listen to me, Harlow dies..." She said to me, Harlow? My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the name, and I was frozen in time with my eyes glued to her face, and my heart racing at the thoughts of her words.What had suddenly happened to me was what I could not fathom. It was as though there was a certain fear that gripped me, one which almost caused me to run out of breath, and also have sweat drops suddenly rolling down my face.Her name stirred inside of me a feeling I had never experienced, and a reminisce of her face and features which seemed to have been wiped off by the troubles that came with my position.My knees were weakened, and it only took the strength of the gods to remain on my feet and stable. I looked away from her, looking aside as I thought of Harlow. My beloved was out there, somewhere, while I remained here, drowning in thoughts of her voice and the feel of her skin against mine. But while I was lost in my train of thoughts, I could
Marc's POV "If you don't listen to me, Harlow dies..." She said to me, Harlow? My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the name, and I was frozen in time with my eyes glued to her face, and my heart racing at the thoughts of her words.What had suddenly happened to me was what I could not fathom. It was as though there was a certain fear that gripped me, one which almost caused me to run out of breath, and also have sweat drops suddenly rolling down my face.Her name stirred inside of me a feeling I had never experienced, and a reminisce of her face and features which seemed to have been wiped off by the troubles that came with my position.My knees were weakened, and it only took the strength of the gods to remain on my feet and stable. I looked away from her, looking aside as I thought of Harlow. My beloved was out there, somewhere, while I remained here, drowning in thoughts of her voice and the feel of her skin against mine. But while I was lost in my train of thoughts, I could
Harlow's POV"She was a friend, a daughter, a committed follower... and a sister. She was one willing to trade her life for the safety of her sisters" one of the witches who stood at the far end uttered those words.We stood at the river bank, though not exactly close to where the waves and tides would push the waters to touch our feet. Dressed in black, I stood there, looking at the deep ground which was dug for Gwen's body, and I looked afar towards Gwen who laid there, lifeless.The best I could remember, she was one of the liveliest people I ever met, a joyous soul with a touch of authority and bravery. But here we gathered, honoring the dead, about to put her body in the earth where she would become one with nature.I fought back the tears that tried rolling down my eyes, and I wiped off my dripping nostrils, and sniffled hard at the pain her death had caused to us all."Find peace, sister," the lady uttered again.I stood and watched as the other ladies walked towards where Gwen
Third POVA few weeks had passed since it was officially stated that Harlow had lost the child. It occurred in a matter of seconds, without having any time for a remedy. And for Harlow, it felt as though a part of her was cut off from her being, as though she had lost the most important asset of her existence.She confided deeply in herself, confining herself in a certain room for days, not uttering a word, and refusing any edible substance to aid her survival."It's been weeks, Harlow!" One of the elderly women of the coven said to her. She had stepped into the room, holding in her hand a tray which contained bowels and plates filled with food, whose smelling savour had filled the room While another would easily rush after what sweetened the nose, she remained on the bed, laying with her hands tied and placed on her chest, and her eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Harlow, you can't keep doing this to yourself" the lady uttered. She dropped the heavy item she held in her hand and walked t
Harlow's POV A bright light shone from above upon my face, one which pierced through my closed eyelids and forced me to wake from my subconscious. I had my hands placed over my eyes by reflex, and looked away from this source with a slight hiss. I blinked numerous times, closing my eyes for long and opening them before I was able to have the perfect view of where I was. I felt something around my skin. From the feel I could tell it was a minute organism. Yet as minute and inconsiderable it could be, I felt the discomfort of having something creep around my neck regionI slammed my palm against my neck, and checked back again to realize my palm coated in blood. The quantity alone was enough to prove my thoughts wrong. But when I glared at my hands and tried to wipe off the blood from my hands, I shrieked at the feel of a bigger creature creeping over my legs, striking a feat inside of me that caused me to yell and roll on the ground before I stood from the ground. I ran from whe
Marc's POV"We need more men at the eastern section" one of the guards said to me"And why is that?" I asked him"The people feel insecure, and unsafe. It gives them the impression that you must have abandoned them" the guard said again to me.Abandoned them? That was so untrue of my leadership. Perhaps I must have forgotten about the others and focused only on the elite, and this was probably what could have caused a deviation in the hearts of the people away from me. I needed to set things right, and make sure that the people understood my greatest concern for their safety.I stand at the window, my heart heavy with sorrow. The sun is sinking below the horizon, but it does little to lift my spirits. All I can think of is Harlow, the woman I love with all my being. But she is gone, her memories lost to some cruel twist of fate. I can't even look at her picture without feeling the pain of her absence. It feels as if a part of me has been torn away, leaving a gaping hole in my chest.
Writer's POVJust then Amelia with mouth agape in shock, astounded as to what was going on. Before she could say a word to Nara, Alpha Roman came bursting in.Alpha Roman was as shocked as Ameila as a troop was already gathering, staring in fright at the fight that just happened.Before Amelia could reach out to Mila, a rogue wolf came bursting in.Everyone became alerted. Just as Roman was about to charge at the rogue, three tropes of rogue came in all at once.The situation was so tragic!!!!No one planned or prepared for a fight today. Nara was so confused, she never planned for any of this. She seems to be the most shocked person amongst everyone present there."How do I fight in this condition?" Nara asked herself.She was brutally injured from the kick she got from Mila. Mila on the other hand was surprised but doesn't seem surprised.The next thing no one ever expected happened.Mila began to heal from all the punches, kicks, and scratches she got from Nara. Meanwhile, Nar
~War cry~The pack was so brutal with corpses all over the place. The whole place was a mess and very tragic. Things were broken and there were visible signs of fighting and blood in the ground and wall.The whole place was eerie.Some pack members were crying, because many lost their loved one's."It really hurts to see all these innocent souls die". I heard Mila say and then she collapsed.Thank goodness Amelia was close enough to catch her."Mila, Mila, Mila are you okay?" Amelia asked her worriedly.Everyone turned towards Mila with worry etched on their faces.I already had my heart in my mouth, but surprisingly Mila opened her eyes. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. I thought I was the only one holding in my breath."Take me inside please." Mila said out to Amelia in a weak voice."Yes, sure." Amelia answered in assurance.I know Amelia wouldn't be able to carry Mila, but in order not to raise another scene I asked one of the female lycans to help send Mila to Amelia's room bec