Dylan's POV
I had walked into the Lycan's castle feeling jittery and scared, with thoughts of failure ransacking my head. Despite the fact that it had taken me twelve days to think of a plan to bring Hillary back, the plan had looked so good but not without flaws. The only sacrifice was me. Kelvin and ivanka had later volunteered to join me in what seemed like a suicide mission.
As for Checkmate, his job had been the most difficult. He had to escape from the council room, navigate the map of the huge castle and get to the clinic to try to rescue Hillary. That plan wouldn't have worked without the help of two external people who had volunteered to help.
One called himself Hugh and volunteered to be the mole as he was a guard,
Hillary's POV I woke up to the sound of chirping birds and neighing horses. I turned over on the bed and I was greeted by the sweet song of a bird which made me open my tired eyes. "Oh my!" I said with my eyes and mouth suddenly agape as I watched my blue naped mornach hover around me. "Sweetie!" I said in excitement as i sat up and grabbed it. I embraced it and shut my eyes as tears appeared. I couldn't believe it. How on earth was Sweetie in my arms?
Hillary's POVI walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body and hair.My stomach whined and cried loudly which made me walk over to the basket of fruits on my reading desk and pick out a green apple.I stared at the mirror at my front and my eyes caught something on my bed.It was the red flowery gown, Madam Turi had given me, the one that belonged to Lord Saints late mother.I turned around slowly and walked to my bed. My heart instantly sank as I picked it up and stared at it."Oh
LORD SAINTS POVI was at the stream, a few miles away from the castle, watching the running water ripple and crash against the giant rocks.This had been my favourite spot since I had been little. My father had taken me here on my fifth birthday and had told me the story of how he and my mother had met. Although, they had already been fated to each other, they had met each other at the stream before the official meeting.The last time I had visited the stream with my father, he had said something which still stuck to my head."Not every boy ages to become
HILLARY'S POV I matched into the packhouse with my heart thumping loudly in my chest and my mind wavering with bothersome thoughts. How could Dylan think of kicking me out of the pack? It was certainly not possible, but that was what I would have said if I had also been told that Checkmate would be a fan of my sister. The main living room at the down floor of the packhouse was empty which made me wonder where they were having their so-called ceremony. I didn't wonder for long as the sound of a firecracker which came from faraway, towards the late Jordan's house, made me awar
LORD SAINTS POVThe next few days had been stressful and exhausting as I had struggled to successfully get rid of the mob outside the castle and bring peace back to the land. It had also been six days and I still hadn't heard a word about Hillary nor Madam Turi which made me more frightened than furious. Callus Lockwood whose fright made him diligent in imposing the task I had given him had assured me of results soon and I was stiing down on my council chair by 6:30am, yawning and stretching after sleeping briefly for the first time in weeks, awaiting him. As I had expected, immediately the hour clocked 7, the door to the council room opened and Callus Lockwood was standing before me. "It's nice to see you so early, Callus." I remarked He bowed. "You demanded my presence early so I had no choice but to appear as you requested." Although I knew he wasn't happy doing his job, I still appreciated his seriousness and devotion. "Have you performed the task?"
Hillary's POV After leaving the ceremony, I decided against going to the packhouse as I was trying my best to avoid meeting anyone. And I didn't also go to the garden because I didn't know if Checkmate was going to be there or not. So I went to the stables instead. There, I spent my time checking out the beautiful horses and ponies in an attempt to forgo my troubling thoughts. After an hour, I could no longer resist the urge to think about what was going on, so I went over to a large pile of hay and I settled on it. Heaving a loud and long sigh, my mind wandered through the shocking events of the past few days. I still couldn't believe that no one but Dylan and Checkmate wanted me here. And the worst thing about it all was that I hadn't even done anything wrong. In fact I was the victim who had been lured away from my pack and into Stone city by my lunatic sister who was now being adored by the same people I had once seen as my new family. I scoffed
I felt like all the blood in my body had been drained out as I watched the bloody and battered nurse in horror. "W-what is this?" I asked myself. The old nurse slowly rose her head up and I jerked back in fear of what I saw. Her face was swollen and red. If I hadn't looked properly, I wouldn't have recognized her as she had several deep cuts and bruises on her face. I didn't even know when I began crying. "What's the meaning of this?" My heart broke the moment she managed to give me a crooked smile from her bruised and wounded lips. "H-hillary!!" I couldn't control my emotions and neither could I contain the flood of tears running down my pale cheeks. "H-how are you?" She struggled to ask, trembling. I couldn't do anything at that moment but weep. "Don't cry for me, Hillary!" She pleaded. "Things like this happen sometimes…" She chuckled painfully. "....by the way, I'm already too old. It's time to kiss this world goodbye." "
HILLARY'S POV I snuck out of the dark basement and unto the repair area, where I saw something which wrecked my already shattered heart further. It was Dylan's favorite furry handkerchief. It was placed on one of the damaged machines; he must have left it when he had come to see Madam Turi. Honestly, I felt like shedding tears but doing that seemed unprofitable and unhelpful to me. So, I swallowed my saliva, taking in courage and moved on towards the slightly ajar iron entrance door. Getting out of the stuffy, dark and bloody building seemed to calm my troubled nerves a little but it did very little in easing my burdens as I still felt like hell. I didn't know what to do and as I stood erect in the blazing hot afternoon sun. I immediately regretted promising to rescue Madam Turi as I had no idea how to go about it. I started off, walking slowly as my mind pondered over several matters, then I began to walk very fast, then slowly, I began to jog and soo
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'