“You are dead tonight!” Ophelia gently placed Noah’s head on the floor. His complexion was at ease, contradicting the pain he was in. But that wasn’t a reason for her to settle down. Noah needed a doctor and he needed him now. The strength was pulsating through her veins, she could feel it coursing within her. “Ophelia!” Jone yelled out as he approached them. Instantly getting to his knees beside Noah, putting both his hands on the wound, and pressing down. Noah groaned in his sleep but soon settled down. Ryan joined them, his eyes widened once he saw Ophelia. It took him a minute to realize what was happening. “My Lady–” “Take care of Noah,” she said, intercepting him before he could finish. Her eyes scanned the floor and she spotted Noah’s sword, it was exactly what she was looking for. She picked it up. “What about you?” Ryan said, helping Jone who was ripping a part of Noah’s cap to wrap it around his wound. “We are outnumbered.” “Is that so,” Ophelia muttered, testing t
“Luke?” Ophelia stuttered, her mind was rejecting what her eyes saw. Her brother looked up at her when she called. It wasn’t longing or gratefulness that lingered in his eyes when he recognized his long-lost sister, it was hate and loathe. Almost as if the sight of her made him sick to his stomach. He was taller and broader now than he did 6 years ago. His features were sharper but he still held a strong resemblance to the Luke in Ophelia’s memories. There was no doubt about it, this was Luke. Her brother Luke. Ophelia sank deeper on her knees completely defenseless in front of the same man she shot in the leg. Ryan took a step forward to stop her but Garelt intercepted him and yanked him back. When Ryan turned to protest, Garelt just shook his head. “Give her some space,” Garelt muttered in his ears. “But that couldn’t be her real brother,” Ryan exclaimed in silent anger. “He is a threat to all of us!” “My brother is no threat to anyone!” Ophelia said in a fit of rage, tu
The one-night cry ended up being several ones. It proved to her that one night was not enough to let out all she had accumulated inside her, and the happenings didn’t stop happening. Day after day there were meetings with several people from all over Glaham. However, they were all too busy fixing and managing the wrecked estate first before handling other things. They tended to the wounded and held funerals for those they had lost. The estate was painted black in mourning for the precious wolves they had lost. Noah and Luke were still sleeping since that night. Ophelia couldn’t blame them because if she was in their place, she wouldn’t want to wake up either. But she prayed for them to wake up for at least a minute to know they were alright. Sarah reassures her every day that their vitals are all good, and their wounds are healing well. There was no specific reason for their lack of consciousness for 3 days. “My Lady,” Ophelia snapped out of her trance to stare at her bedroom d
“So now first things first.” Alpha Everett started after the order was applied to the room. Ophelia took her seat on Bernard’s right as Lord Everett led the meeting as the council’s head. She could still feel Silas’s glare at her, but she ignored it along with the others. She reminded herself of Ryan’s words, she needn’t worry. All she has got to say is the truth. She did hope Bernard had prepared her for the type of questions awaiting her, she felt like she was running amid a battlefield with nothing but but her clothes to protect her.“We start with what happened six years ago,” Everett continued, shifting his gaze to Bernard. “How did the princess get here and was it before or after the night of the arson?”“It was the time of the arson,” Bernard answered, he required no time to think, the events were vivid to him as if it were yesterday. “Noah found the princess in the woods the night of the arson, that is when she started staying with Moonglade.”“Then how did you come to know a
“My Lady, it seems your brother has awakened.” Ophelia had to hold back herself from jolting to her feet amid the meetings, but she couldn’t help her shoulder from tensing up. Many things exploded in her mind at once. Relieve fear doubt and hesitation. Now when she stands in front of her brother, it won’t be with weapons in their hands but their scars. The old scars they both have. They were each other’s biggest scars. Ophelia hadn’t the slightest clue what happened to her brother when they separated six years ago. But, she was sure he wasn’t as fortunate as she was considering the way they met. All these years, he has been held captive. Now, she held him captive. “Ophelia?” Bernard whispered, extending his hand to lightly brush over hers. She snapped out of her trance recalling where she was. She held her head up to continue the conversation with Priscilla, the council was waiting for her next words. “I’ll leave you all to think of the answer to the question Lady Priscill
“You are to blame as much as them! Don’t you dare bring up our family!” Ophelia was still as she absorbed his words. Rather than disappointed or angry, she was curious. Luke has made sure to point out his hostility to Ophelia and label her a stranger to him. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve thought he had his memory wiped out. But that didn’t seem to be the case. She stared at his rage-filled eyes with caution. He had a fire in him that threatened to engulf her at any given moment. But if he remembered one thing about her, he should remember that she didn’t fear getting burned. “Luke, I understand that you have had a hard life these six years,” she said, breathing heavily. “ But I’ll not allow you to doubt or shame the way I’ve lived my life either.” “Oh, please,” he scoffed in mockery. “Don’t get it started.” “If I may remind you, it is you who started this,” Ophelia said, irritation finding its way to her. “You were the one who attacked us! It was exactly the same as th
“Carrying on,” Jone said, breaking the tension. “Let’s start with what happened six years ago first.” The council didn’t seem to be pleased that Jone was taking charge of how things would go, but they didn’t protest either. They wanted the whole truth even if it meant allowing a mortal within their circle. “Most of you wouldn’t know but,” Jone started, leaning back in his chair proudly. “I was among the few people who knew about the princess’s identity.” Ophelia shared a look with Jone. She never knew how Jone came to know about her. But she did recall the first time they met in the hallway and how carefully he studied her as if she were a diamond. Now that she thought about it, he must have known the moment he laid eyes on her. In some sense, she was indeed a diamond to him. A tool to grab the upper hand. Yet, he never betrayed the Alpha. Ophelia couldn't understand him. “And no,” he said, anticipating the question hanging in the air. “Back then I did not know about the Crescents
“Is E.V.I.L’s President’s family.”Jone’s words were the last to conclude the council meeting. The Alphas of Glahams weren’t pleased, to say the least. A few words from a mundane made their efforts for the past six years go to waste. Not only that but, his statement was the proof they needed to label E.V.I.L as the culprit for the arson.All it took was one human to figure out what they couldn’t find all these years, and this fact didn’t seem to be settling as well as it should have. But perhaps their shame held them back from denying or protesting with Jone. Jone did them a favor by unveiling the hidden truth. They hated to be proved lacking in this way.But Ophelia wasn’t worrying about their face before Jone. All she could think of were