It was hard to tell from this distance if Ophelia was crying or not. But Noah couldn’t help but think that he saw her shoulders shudder. The naive part of him hoped it was only his imagination. However, if she was indeed crying, then he hoped she would let it all out. Let everything that she has been holding back until this moment.
Noah felt a chill run down his spine the moment his eyes fell on the lifeless body of the woman on the portico. She lay on the stairs with her head resting on the blood-stained concrete handrail next to her. He had a hard time convincing himself that this woman was dead. If it hadn’t been for the snow covering her, it would have seemed as if she was sitting there waiting for someone to come home - for Ophelia to get back home.
Noah felt his heart being pierced with a dagg
Ophelia bit down on the inside of her cheek to hold in the scream, her nails were painfully digging deep into the palm of her hands. The pain of the injuries was enough for her to hold back her voice from resonating through the snow. But, it wasn’t enough to block the scream inside of her.The force of it clattered her rips. The sight of her father, the Alpha, was another dagger to wound her heart. The wound she suffered from her mother was still ripe in her heart. Now both wounds lay side by side within her small heart, tormenting her with the pain she couldn’t gasp.She squats down to be on a level with her father’s head. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that he was gone, just like that. He has been in the cold on his knees for all these days. She couldn’t help but wonder wh
The blue flame spurted from Bernard’s hand was a beautiful shade of pastel blue, a shade darker than the morning sky. Aura. The purest form of werewolf's power was the implementation of long years of practice. Not every werewolf is blessed with this ability. Every shifter has his own unique aura, the core of his powers and existence. But not everyone could materialize it like Bernard. Bernard was the second person that Ophelia met who had such strength, the first was her father. His aura unlike Bernard was a pretty shade of lilac purple resembling the color of his eyes. She could count the few times she saw her father use his aura and it was always nothing but a warm flame at the tips of her finger. She only heard from the other knights of the Crescent about the true destructive power of Alpha Gregor’s aura. It was hard to believe that such gentleness could bring about any sort of harm, let alone destruction. She always wondered if she would be able to master her aura just like her
Ophelia stood at the door, hesitant to take another step forward to find that it was all a dream. But it wasn’t. Noah stood on the side with a gentle smile on his face, he shifted his weight to one side and waited for Ophelia to get comfortable enough to enter. Noah had a hard time reading her expression, it was blank and void. However, he wasn’t greedy to ask for anything. Not after what they have been through. He could only imagine the pain that Ophelia is going through, she saw her own family - her clan, slaughtered in the dirt. He couldn’t even begin to relate to what she could be feeling. All he wanted was to relieve her of some of the pain, by giving her a gift he thought she needed. A home. Ophelia carefully studied the room. The moonlight was flooding through the balcony opposite to her. White Chiffon curtains are drawn apart, delicately flowing to the parquet floor. Against the left wall, a king-sized bed was centered. Atop it was a curtain canopy of similar white chiffo
‘I’m just being hopeful,’ Bernard said in the back of his mind. He trusted Garelt’s abilities, he even admitted that they were far superior to his own tracking skills. In short, if there has been someone there, he would get a trace back to them - or at least that’s what was supposed to happen. Garelt returned at the crack of dawn. Ryan pulled open the gates to let the wolf through. Garelt’s brown fur was coated with a thick layer of snow that he dusted away. “So?” Ryan asked raising a brow, he watched the wolf circle around his own tail before laying on the dirt. Ryan caught that he must be tired. He sighed and joined him on the ground, using Garelt’s fur to warm his cold hands. Usually Garelt would growl and bite his hands away. Ryan figured that it was because he was either too tired to react or thankful that he stayed up this late to wait for him to return. Ryan doubted the latter. “Aren’t you going to change back?” Ryan asked, looking at the fur head next to him. Garelt whim
“Ophelia?” She snapped back to reality and glanced at Noah. He lay on his tummy while supporting his elbow on a floral pattern pillow, a book spread open before him. From the look on his face, it appears that he has been calling her for quite some time. “Did you hear anything I just said?” Noah wondered, tilting his head as he studied her closely. “Of course,” she lied. Noah frowned before he sighed and relaxed his shoulder while sitting up straight on the bed. “You don’t have to lie you know,” he muttered, not lifting his eyes. He knew exactly the effect it had on Ophelia, she hated to be cornered within a conversation. “Sorry,” she sighed, setting her book down. “I was just lost in my thoughts again.” Asking her what was on her mind would be a waste of effort since his own mind was a similar mess. The moon was already high up in the sky, extending its faint crescent light through the window. The weak beam of light fell right on Ophelia, her silver hair glowed like a
Garelt covered his mouth as he yawned again. He lost count of how many times it has been already since he left his room.He was walking down the hallway with Ryan. Garelt barely got the time to wash up and jump into the first denim jeans and hoodie that he found before Ryan half dragged and half carried him out of the room. On the other hand, Ryan was back into his uniform, his deep-navy hair carefully combed to either side of his temples.Garelt always wondered how Ryan managed to keep his uniform ironed throughout the day. They walked like polar opposites down the hallway, heading to the Alpha’s office.“You should have at least let me do my hair,” Garelt whined, stopping by to see his reflection in a window arrayed down the hallway.
Ophelia sat there cautious of herself amid the room filled with adults. It wasn’t the first time she found herself with Bernard, Valarie, the knight commanders Ryan, and lastly their best tracker Garelt. However, it was too much to have all their eyes on her, she wondered why they called her here so out of the blue. But was it really out of the blue? After everything that has happened, they would obviously need a minute with her to set things straight. What were they going to do starting now? It didn’t require a genius to understand that their hands were tied up. They had so little to go on she could guess that Garelt’s search didn’t change much. Deep down she was anticipating the moment the Alpha kicks her out and says that they have helped her to the limit of their power, and there was nothing left to do. The overthinking of what would become of her sent shivers down her spine. A rogue. A big word for a small girl to use. That was what she believed would be her end, howe
Ophelia forgot to breathe as she nodded. “George White,” she muttered, her head hanging low on her shoulder as her mind ran a 1oo mile per hour. “George White?” It was Bernard who quoted the name. It sounded familiar to him. It wasn’t abnormal for each clan to know the influential wolves of another. Perhaps he had met him before? “The Knight Commander of the Crescents,” Ophelia said unconsciously as if someone else answered from within her. “Lord White.” Ryan took a deep breath and shared an uncertain glance with Gaerlt and together they stared at Bernard. The three men in the room including Valarie, were sharing the same disrupting thought. Was it a coincidence? They found themselves wondering what if it wasn’t. It would mean that they knew - that Lord White knew beforehand what was awaiting them, and to save the children, he sent them away. But if they already knew, how was there so much evidence that they were toke off guard? “Ophelia,” Bernard called, dragging the girl f