Zelda"Let her be." He held my hand and stopped me from going after my mother. I turned to face him, my eyes blazing with anger. I glared at him, my jaw clenched so tight I could feel my teeth grinding. I couldn't contain my rage, couldn't hold back the storm of emotion that was raging inside me.I knew I was on the verge of saying something I would regret, but I was unable to stop myself.“I hate you, Drake,” The words came tumbling out, harsh and hurtful. I saw the pain in his eyes, but I was unable to take it back. I had said what I said, and there was no going back now.“Let go of me!” I yelled, my voice shaking with fury.But he didn't move, his grip on my arms tightening. My anger rose like a volcano, a seething mass of rage and indignation. I struggled against him, trying to break free, but he was stronger than I was.I could feel the heat rising in my face, my whole body trembling with emotion. I knew I was close to losing control, to doing something I would regret. But I
DrakeI wanted to run after Zelda, to talk to her, to apologize. But something inside me told me to give her space, to let her be on her own for a while. I could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes, and I knew that I had caused her pain. So I stood still, watching her walk away. I felt a wave of regret wash over me, a lump forming in my throat. But I knew that sometimes the best thing to do is to let people have their space, to let them sort out their thoughts and feelings.I wished I could make her see that sometimes, the most important thing is to do what's right, even if it's difficult. I knew that Madeline deserved to know the truth, no matter how painful it was. And I knew that Zelda and I could help her through it, no matter how difficult it might be. But I also knew that I couldn't force her to do anything. I could only hope that she would come around, that she would see the truth for herself.Meanwhile, I could only hope that I had done the right thing.The images of M
DrakeI packed up my things, my heart aching with sadness. All I could think about was Zelda, the life we had built together. I had always wanted her to come with me, to follow me on my journey. But I knew that it was impossible that our lives were moving in different directions. I tried to push my feelings aside, to focus on the task at hand. But the grief was overwhelming, consuming me. I wanted to run away, to hide from the pain.I looked at the picture of Zelda, her beautiful face filling my vision. I reached out a hand, gently touching the image. Then, I did something I never thought I would: I kissed the picture, my lips brushing against the glass. I felt the tears welling up, but I couldn't stop myself. I hugged the picture, holding it close to my heart. I whispered, “I'm going to miss you so much.” I knew I was unable to force her to come with me, that she had to make her own choices.As I reached for the front door, it suddenly burst open. And there, standing before m
ZeldaThe morning light streamed through the window, shining directly into my eyes. I groaned, using my hands to cover my face, trying to shield my eyes from the glare. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking against the harsh light. My head was throbbing, my body heavy with fatigue. I tried to sit up, but it was a struggle. Every muscle in my body protested, screaming for more sleep. But I knew I had to get up, to face the day ahead.I turned to the other side of the bed, expecting to see Drake there. But to my disappointment, he was nowhere to be found. I knew that I had been hoping he would sleep beside me.But to my disappointment he did not, but I also didn't want to overstep my boundaries by inviting him over to sleep.I laid there, torn between wanting to make him happy and respecting his space. I wondered if I had made the right decision, if I was just hurting myself.Just then, a maid entered the room. “Good morning, my lady,” she said, bowing her head in greeting.I gave her a
ZeldaAll eyes were on me, waiting for me to respond.I couldn't bring myself to raise my head, to meet their gaze. I fixed my eyes on my sweaty palms, the clamminess and physical manifestation of my anxiety.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I knew I had to say something, but the words were caught in my throat. I had to find a way to speak, to give them the answer they were looking for.With all the courage I could muster, I finally spoke.“I don't have a wolf,” I said, my voice trembling. A collective gasp echoed through the room, the sound piercing the silence. For a moment, no one spoke, the silence heavy and suffocating. I could feel their shock, their confusion, their disappointment.But I had to keep going and had to explain myself.“What do you mean by that? You mean you can't shift?” another elder asked, his voice sharp.I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes, I can't shift into my wolf. I've never changed,” I said, my words clipped and firm.
Drake“Zelda, wait!” I screamed, but she didn't listen. She kept running, heading away from the council, and away from me. I felt my heart break, the pain was almost too much to bear. I had never felt so alone, so lost and powerless. My mate, my only ally, was gone. And I had no idea where she was going, or if I would ever see her again. All I could do was stand there, my body shaking, my eyes filled with tears.I knew that I couldn't cry in front of the Elders. It doesn't befit me as the king. It would only prove them right and they might think that I have become weak." I can't be seen as weak. I cannot afford that. Not as an Alpha, not as the leader of my pack.I sat down, my teeth clenched, my eyes glowing with anger, my hands trembling.I tried to control my emotions, to keep them in check. But inside, I was a storm of rage and despair. I wanted to howl, to let out my anguish and pain.“How dare you speak to my Luna like that!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. “Don
JakeI woke up with a yawn and a stretch, my limbs aching with fatigue. My eyes were heavy, and I felt as though I could fall back asleep instantly. But I forced myself to sit up, my body protesting every movement. I felt the sleep still weighing on my mind, clouding my thoughts. I knew I needed to get moving, to start my day, but it was difficult to find the motivation.So I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the tasks ahead of me.Being an Alpha was not as easy as I had anticipated. There were so many responsibilities, so many people relying on me. I had less time for myself, less time to just be me. I was trying to prove to the elders that I was nothing like my father, that I was my own person. But it was hard, and I often felt like I was failing. I had to be strong, and had to be the leader that my pack needed. But it was exhausting, and I sometimes wondered if it was all worth it.But eventually, I knew this was what I was born for. This was my destiny, my calling. So
Jake“You do not deserve to be your father's son,” Cindy said, her voice dripping with disdain. I felt my blood boil, my face flushing with anger. I wanted to slap her, to make her feel the pain that her words had caused. But I knew that wouldn't solve anything. It would only make things worse. So I took a deep breath, trying to keep my temper under control.“Cindy, that's not fair,” I said, my voice tight. “You don't know anything about me or my father.”“Oh, please,” she said, her laugh full of derision. “You think you know us so well? You think you're so much better than me?” I said to her as I met her gaze, refusing to back down.“I have done what I've done for a reason,” I said, my voice cool and confident. “And I'm not going to apologize for it.” “You should be ashamed of yourself,” she said, her eyes flashing with anger. I held her gaze, unyielding.“Why should I be ashamed of doing the right thing?” I asked, my voice firm. “Do you think what you did was the right thing? I