Maribel cleared her throat loudly as she noticed my shocked eyes on her.
"W-who is this….little girl?" She said with an absurd smile on her face.
"Hi, I'm Brianna." Brianna said, walking closer to Maribel and stretching her hand forward for a handshake.
"Wait!" I said aloud, finally regaining my ability to speak. I drew Brianna away from Maribel and towards me. "Brianna, uhm….I think you have to leave here."
"Why?" She said with a suddenly sad face. "Did I do something wrong? Are you angry with me?"
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It didn't come as a surprise to me when Garry carried me to a bar. "Hah!" He exclaimed in excitement as he walked into the rowdy environment. "Hey Biggie." Many of them called out to him as he walked inside. It was almost like he was a celebrity to them. He carried me to a table and dropped me to my feet. He sat down, making the chair squeak loudly. "Sit, Lady." He said, motioning to a chair beside him. I rolled my eyes as I sat down reluctantly. He called out to one of the la
We arrived at the uncompleted building which the lady bartender had told us about, completely exhausted and tired. "Finally." I said, as I collapsed on the stony and dusty floor of the building. Garry, who had been quiet throughout our walk, sat down without saying anything. I stared at him sympathetically, I couldn't imagine how he was feeling at that moment. I really wanted to help him out, probably tell him that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't because I doubted it myself. I couldn't see any possible way in which things would turn out fine for Garry; he had murdered someone in broad daylight with quite a number of spectators around. I sighed in frustration and untied the large scarf which the lady bartender had given to Garry and I. I laid the large scarf on the flo
"That's true, she said she'd be here by nightfall..." I said. "This is past midnight." Garry added. "I hope she's okay?" "She should be." I said, reassuringly. "No one saw us talking to her, so she should be perfectly fine." "How can we be so sure of that? What of if she was somehow caught?" He asked, worriedly. "Calm down, I bet she's fine. She is probably cut up in one or two things she's doing, she'd be here in no time." Garry began pacing the building, breathing heavily and sweating profusely despite the cold weather. "Garry, relax." I said. "No, we have to find her." He said. "Wait, you mean you want to go back to the bar where everyone's in search of you." I said. "I have no choice, but I understand
What the hell is going on? I wondered. "What is Maribel and Maxwell doing here?" I took a better look at them and then I noticed that Maribel was at the centre of everyone and was talking....almost like she was instructing them. I stared at the strong and fierce faces of the people gathered around Maribel and I couldn't quite understand what was going on. As I stared at the armed crowd, I felt a gun behind my head. "Move and I'll end you." I heard a voice say. I stayed on the floor without moving an inch as I felt completely paralysed. "Please!". I managed to utter. I was dragged up with force and before me was a seven foot tall man with a scary tattoo on his forehead and several scars on his face. "Please, don't hurt..." "Shut y
They all began to move out, cheering excitedly. "Halt!" Maribel ordered. "We have to be silent. Remember, the plan is to attack them using the element of surprise, that way they would have no chance to retaliate." It all felt like a horror movie and I was stuck in the middle of it. Maribel kept to her word as three men were left behind. "Keep her safe." She said to them before she hurried after the rest. "Follow me!" One of them ordered as they walked back into the building. I had no option than to follow them as they were armed and looked scary enough to frighten me. We walked back to the building but I didn't stay close to them as i didn't trust them one bit. I walked over t
I ran as fast as my legs could take me as I was well aware that soon enough, the three men would realise that I was absent and would come hunting for me and from what I had observed from the fight, it was clear to me that they were very violent. The cold wind brushed through my hair and gave me cold feet. I was able to find my way through the dark path of the woods due to the moon light which found its way through the large canopies of the forest trees. After few minutes, I heard a gunshot behind me and loud yelling from the direction of the building. It was definitely the three men who Maribel had instructed to protect me. They must have noticed my absence during their stupid fight and were coming after me, now. "Hurry." I said to myself as I increased my speed despite my hurting leg. 
We hurried out of the car and crouched down on the floor, to avoid being seen by the so-called purgers. "We have to get in there fast before they get to Chris and Brianna." I said in panic. "Exactly... that's why I'd have to go alone." He said, as he surveyed the compound. "So, what do I have to do?" I asked. He looked away from the compound and straight into my scared eyes. "Stay inside the car and stay safe." "That's all?" I asked. "Yes." He began to move then he stopped and looked back at me. "Don't leave the car unless if you're under direct attack. If not,stay there...I'd come for you." I nodded my head hesitantly. "Do you understand me?" He asked in a firm voice. "Yes, I understand." He came back and embraced me. "Be safe,
CHAPTER FIFTY: END OF PART ONE Two minutes into the fight and I was already bleeding from my fore head. "I gave you an opportunity to be a part of something marvelous as my uprising but you tossed it away." Maribel said as she toyed with her sword. The pain from my leg had become unbearably painful and I was left with only one functional leg. I rose up shakily from the ground where I had been thrown violently to by Maribel.
CHECKMATE'S POV Fighting Ivanka turned out to be more difficult than I had expected. She had so many advantages over me, considering that she had even been my martial arts teacher not too long ago. And when I realised that the only way to stand a chance of surviving was to shift to my wolf form, it was already too late as she was capable of making a half-shift—just like Hillary, she could still be in human form and access her werewolf strength. So, I had no time to shift and was vulnerable to her attacks. I couldn't even defend myself as I had no weapons to wade her off. She rose me up in the air and flung me at the wooden wall of the cabin which cracked open. Blood oozed out of my head, soaking my entire hair within few seconds and judging from the excruciating pain at my back, I could bet that I had fractured my backbone. Moaning in pain, I watched my stepsister walk towards me with a cruel smile on her stiff face, while twirling the point
JORDAN POV "Don't you ever give up?" I asked in annoyance. "Yeah, I do sometimes but not when Hillary is involved." He said, dropping the torchlight. "Why do you have a death wish?" I asked, even though I knew how weak and injured I was, I wasn't scared of a werewolf. But Dylan was an exceptional fighter and a dangerous one too. He flashed a wicked smile as he revealed the short blade beneath his coat. "I don't have a death wish anymore," He said. "All I want is for the world to be a better place without you Lycan Demons involved." "That means, you don't also want Hillary as she has Lycan blood in her." He remained quiet. Then he raised the blade up for the little ray of light that dimly lit the arena to meet and then I realized that this was more of a threat than I had anticipated. There was a green liquid on the blade and from the instant repulsive feeling I received, I knew it must be dangerous to Lycans, but I wasn't sure, so I as
HILLARY'S POV I was on the floor, wailing like a widow when I heard some spectators scream, but not in happiness but a scream of terror. Wait, did Ivanka miss? Or did it meet... Oh no! I sprang up to my feet and rushed to see who the victim was. "No!!!" I screamed out when I was CM pinned to the ground with a five-foot spear stuck in his chest. I pushed the petrified Ivanka away and hurried down the stairs to meet CM. When I arrived, after pushing through the grieving crowd, I met CM lying in a pool of his own blood. The pale-looking Dylan was wailing in agony while Jordan stood akimbo, with an inscrutable and blank facial expression. I fell to my knees beside his dying body. "Please, don't go!!" I pleaded as blood flowed down his mouth. "Take h-him a-away, she'll kil-l him." He struggled to utter as his life slowly seeped out of him. "No," I wailed. "How did this happen?" I yelled out. To my surprise the angry crowd began pointing f
CHECKMATE POV I had been watching her for days. Ever since our last discussion or argument, I had done a lot of thinking and I'd come to realise that I was wrong, but I didn't' know how to make amends, so I started by convincing Dylan to take her back to her room. I even convinced Mr. Grono, the chef to prepare her French breakfast. But, I knew those things were too irrelevant as I still felt so much guilt and shame. I was watching her again. She was with her Lycan King, and from her grip on his shirt, I could tell she was begging him not to fight, which appeared to be a little bit late as our Alpha was already fixed on the fight. She loved him, that part was clear to me. But why? I guess that wasn't my business. She's an adult and I'm just a kid, anyway. The fight would take place the following day and the whole pack was in fear, some people were even scared of sleeping while the monstrous Lycan King was amongst them. They all blamed Hillary, and they had solid
HILLARY'S POVEight days. Eight days, eleven hours.Although I was no longer in the dark room and neither was I being kept prisoner, I still had a keen interest in staring at the time.Dylan had also decided to take me back to my old room, for reasons I had no idea of.Today had been fairly horrible unlike all the other seven days which had been nothing but chaotic and terrible.I had woken up with a fabricated smile and had prayed genuinely like I did on every morning two years ago, the only difference being that now, I wasn't praying for freedom anymore.I took my time brushing and enjoyed my hot water bath. Later, I ordered for a French breakfast which was delivered by a grim chef, giving me killer looks as he gave me my breakfast. At first, I considered disposing the food In fear of being poisoned but then, I thought against it and consumed my breakfast happily with no worries.Now, I was staring from my balcony at the farm where at least fifty men, women and children were working
Lord Saints POV It's been one full week since Hillary's disappearance and to be honest, I wasn't certain if she had been abducted or if she had gone back willingly. Either way, it hurt me more than anything else had hurt me in years. Initially, I had been crazed and had quickly switched over to my old side. The whole castle had been trembling and fear had consumed everyone. Then, I realized that I didn't want that. The fear I had once cherished and fed on wasn't desirable to me anymore. Being with Hillary truly changed me more than I had noticed. Now, although I was sad and downcast, I wasn't bitter like I had been before. And to be sincere, I loved this new side of me. Early that morning, I strolled down to the royal cemetery with two bouquets of pink roses—which signified gratitude—in my hands. My first stop was at the grave of Finn Johannesson (Scarlett's younger brother) who had died eight years ago from an incurable disease. He had been her only
It's been six days I've been here. Six days and fourteen hours to be precise. How would I know that? Well, I've been staring at the large pendulum clock in the dark room I had been kept for the past six days. After I had finally realized that I had been cruelly betrayed by someone who I had believed was closer to me than anyone, I had thought that I'd be punished or even persecuted for fleeing with the Lycans, but rather I had been welcomed with Dylan's open arms. Just when I was about to get relaxed and relieved, Dylan leaned forward to kiss me and I swiftly dodged his kiss like a bullet. Then, I saw his true emotions. His countenace had changed instantaneously and he had ordered for my apprehension in this godforsaken room where I had been locked up. Ever since then, Dylan had visited me repeatedly, during which he had taken his time to badmouth Jordan and the Lycans—not like his words had any effect on me. To add to my predicament, the worst happened the p
HILLARY'S POV After convincing the clinic's staffs to release Checkmate and I for a brief morning stroll, CM and I wandered the castle gardens, talking ceaselessly about what we had both experienced in the brief period of time we had been apart. I watched him run his mouth and I couldn't deny the happiness and satisfaction that thrilled my heart. "I heard you once teamed up with Brianna?" I asked as he played with one of the castle's fountains. "Who is Brianna?" "A blonde Lycan girl, about your age?" "Oh," he let out. "Is she that naughty and arrogant know-it-all who assisted us in taking you home?" I chuckled. "C'mon, don't insult her. She is one of my friends, okay? She acted as a constant reminder of you when you were away." He snorted. "I doubt that. She and I aren't alike in any way." "Hmm, but you both are smart kids with high ambitions." I said, amused by his childish denial. He laughed. "High ambitions. What does she want to be
CHECKMATE POV "What is he doing here, Hillary?" She looked back at him and returned her gaze to me. "That is..." "I know who he is," I said, angrily. "He is the Lycan beast, isn't he?" The bewitchingly attractive man smiled, much to my surprise. "I have a lot of names, boy, and that one you mentioned is my all time favorite." "Do you think this is funny," "Checkmate, stop!" Hillary yelled at me. "Just calm down, okay?" "Why?" I asked in annoyance. "Tell me one reason why I should calm down when this murderous bastard is in here?" The man's smile wavered but he didn't utter a word. "For God sake, stop being rude." Hillary said, noticeably offended. "I don't get it, why are you defending him?" "I am not, okay?" She said, "I am not because there is nothing to defend about him." "You don't mean that, do you?" I asked, bewildered. "This man is a murderous bastard that killed just how many members of our pack." "That wasn'