ELIJAHThe moment Joshua says Cyrus escaped, I hear a crashing sound and the ground before us explodes. The explosion throws us behind and I land on the ground with Joshua and the rest. “They know we are here,” I tell Joshua and growl as I stand on my paws. Before we can take a step forward, more explosions happen, causing more wolves to be thrown back or injured by the bombs that are thrown at us. I howl at the other wolves, asking them to follow me. The wolves turn towards me and I take the path towards my right that leads straight into the forest. Our paths are bombarded, making it difficult to reach the forest but I keep my pace fast. Once we reach the forest, I signal them to scatter. “Make two groups. One that will charge through the front gate and the other through the back. Be careful and keep an eye out for the king’s guards.” I tell them through my howls since I can’t mind-link with the rest of the wolves of the other packs. Two groups are made. Carlisle and Alpha Nova’
ELIJAH I shift into Rolf’s form again and charge at them. Sharp pain shoots through my shoulder as one of them hits me with a dagger made out of silver and laced with wolfsbane. I ignore the pain my claws rips through his flesh. Irene and Joshua help me battle the men. I throw a few of them across the hallway, making their bodies crash against the furniture and sculptures. A deep growl rips from my throat, mixing with the yells of the fight. But this growl feels different, dark and hungry, urging me to tear these guys apart. ‘Kill them all. They must bow to you.’ A voice whispers in my head. It's the same voice again. I shake my head hard, gotta focus. I'm here to reach the King, not rip everyone to shreds. Just as I pounce on another attacker, a new, eerie growl cuts through the air. It's not like a normal wolf growl, it's cold and terrifying. I whirl around, fur standing on end.Down another hallway comes a pack of wolves unlike any I've ever seen. They're huge, with fur like gl
ELIJAH He asks me as if my wolf form is capable of answering him. Idiot. Nile’s eyes glaze over as he communicates with his comrades. Probably to take care of the Ashwalkers. Suddenly, there’s a clicking sound and the double doors to Rowan’s chamber swings open. Cyrus’s silhouette comes into view, his clothes torn, blood smeared on his face. His eyes narrow when they fall on us. I look at his hand. He’s holding a syringe. Cyrus huffs and turns to the guards. “Your duty was to kill them. Why aren’t they dead by now? You all don’t deserve to be the king’s guards when you can’t protect him. ” He hisses, his voice hoarse. For the first time, I don’t see a smug smile on his face. But I am noticing something else. He’s looking past them, as if he’s expecting something. Or someone. I shift back and speak. “Good to see you here, Cyrus.” I taunt. “I thought finding you would be a chore. But you made it easy.” I smirk. Cyrus snaps to his men. “Capture them.” The men raise their weapons,
ELIJAH I take a step closer to Nile. “Out of all the people who follow the king, you are the one who has the balls to challenge his authority. If you think we are the enemy, then go ahead and fight us. But…” I look at Rowan. “You know very well you won’t win.” I declare and Nile’s fist clenches. He knows it. They have already lost. With Rowan’s current state and Cyrus unconscious, they can’t do much. “Dammit! Then what the hell do you want?” He spits in rage. “Take the matters to the High Council. Put Rowan in the hospital. He needs immediate medical attention.” I stalk out of the room. “But what about the General?” Another man asks, eyeing me suspiciously. “Cyrus is the one who has been taking care of the Alpha King’s medical needs?” I ask. The men look at each other and nod. I smirk. “Then check the medicines Cyrus has been giving him. Then decide for yourself.” “That won’t be needed.” A deep, hoarse voice gathers our attention from behind and I turn around to see Rowan lift
ELIJAH“It does not change anything,” The guy says again. “The royal court tried to harm our pack and did not take any responsibility for the other packs who are under the threat of Ashwalkers.” Hearing him, members of Carlisle’s pack nod their heads in unison. “The royal court needs to take responsibility or we won’t stop our rebellion.” Rowan sighs and I smirk. It's fun to watch him getting cornered like this. —------------------------An hour later, the wolves who participated in their rebellion prepared to return to their respective packs. After getting pressured by everyone, Rowan promised to compensate the packs by increasing security around the packs under threat and also canceled the ordeal. He also promised to help Alpha Nova look for his lost warriors. The royal court will not harm Rena or my pups now. I shake hands with a few ranked warriors of Alpha Nova’s pack. “Thank you for getting to the root of this, Alpha Elijah.” A man says. I nod curtly. “Hope that all the m
ELIJAHThe man’s brows lift in surprise. “Wait…” He opens one of the doors and walks inside. Seconds later, he steps out. “The King has allowed you to enter.”I smile and stride inside. Rowan is sitting on his bed, his back leaning on the headboard. The doctor has seemingly given him another dose of the medicine I advised. His droopy eyes fall on me.“How did you know what medicine would help?” he asks, his voice raspy.I casually walk towards his bed and pull a chair. Rowan doesn't say anything as I plop into a seat that he usually sits on. I cross my legs and rest my elbow on the armrest.“Must be hard to stay conscious with all the pain tearing you from the inside. Don’t worry. It won’t last long. Your wolf will soon die and you’ll be free from the pain,” I taunt, and his jaw clenches.“Tell me. Where’s the cure?” he asks, the impatience clear in his voice.I make a ‘tsk, tsk’ sound with my mouth and shake my head. “Not so easy. Remember how you made a pact with me in return for pr
VERENA“Mommy, you are supposed to place the star at the top!” Ezra’s yell brings me out of my trance and I find my arm trying to put the sparkling golden star in one of the branches of the fir tree, not where it belongs. “Oh, you’re right. Sorry.” I apologize and turn to my boy who’s grown taller. “Would you like to place the star on the top?” He nods. “Yes.” He takes the star from my hand and I pick him up in my arms to elevate him to the height of the Christmas tree we are decorating together. Just like every year, we are celebrating this year too. But unlike other times, I am distracted by my thoughts of Elijah. He texted me that he’s leaving for the battle. But that was his last text. A sense of fear gnaws at my chest. Is he safe? To be honest, I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate Christmas. But for the sake of the kids, I am keeping up. A year has passed and the only source of communication between us was through Isabella and some secured texts.“Done.” Ezra says and I place hi
VERENAEzra walks in, holding a hand. My heart skips a beat as I see the owner of that hand come into view.His scent floods my senses, and his obsidian eyes meet mine as soon as he steps inside the room. Excitement, longing, warmth, joy, affection—a cocktail of emotions washes over me as I see him stand there, tall and with a powerful aura radiating from his ripped body.“Oh my! Elijah, you are here.” Maria’s voice rings out as she looks at him with wide eyes and a happy smile.“Yes, daddy’s home!” Ezra jumps, and Elijah pulls him closer with one arm, a smile on his lips. He ruffles Ezra’s hair.“Have you been a good boy?” He asks in his deep voice and hearing it after so long, it makes a delicious shiver run down my waist. I missed that sexy voice so much. Ezra frowns. “I’m always good.” Hearing him, everyone chuckles. He then slowly turns his gaze back to me and my heart skips a beat. My heart pounds like a trapped bird. It has been a year since I’d seen Elijah, and yet, the memo