My legs began to ache as I walked through a thick, dark and spooky forest, each turning looked to be headed into even more unforgivable darkness. I didn’t quite know where I was or where it was, I was heading, but my legs simply carried me the way they knew. The feeling of ominous eyes watching my each and every move were hard to ignore, I couldn’t see anyone or anything for that matter watching me, this only adding to how terrified I felt in this moment. “Hello!” I call out into the darkness hoping to either get a reply from someone I knew letting me know I’d be okay or even a chance to hear someone I didn’t and start my plan of escape before anything could happen. But my little call was met with even more deafening silence, not even one bird seemed to be sitting in its nest deep in the trees, as though all the creatures had seen something they didn’t like and made a run for it. But apparently, I didn’t get the message. Right on the horizon ahead of me, what seemed to be some
It was as though my brain couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening, I knew what that device had the power to do and saw first hand what it felt like to be on the other end. There were many times I would need to beg my father to stop causing his prisoners so much harm and if he was simply going to kill them, put them out of their misery and not drag it on for them to feel even more pain. Most times my father wouldn’t listen and Hadwin was forced to drag me out of the room worried that I would vex my father so much he’d turn around and use it on me! But there were a small handful of times he actually, listened to me. I didn’t know if he was just feeling nicer those days or actually listened to me, but he’d let the person go, well in his way anyway. My breathing was fast and panicked as I watched Archer pace the little room with the weapon in his hand, as though he was mocking me in a sense. With a smirk, I knew he could see I was very much aware of what was in his hand and what th
The way Archer walked up and down the room felt more threatening than anything, he had a weapon in his hands which could kill anyone in a matter of minutes and here I was chained to a chair not being able to fight him off. I knew he told me he’d never use such a device on me but how do I know that? Each time I keep turning down his requests to mark me, I see him grow even more angrier than before. “Now Fern, I believe we’ve had enough back and forth on this matter and little Harriet over here does not have the strength to endure another zap from this especially, now I have increased the power.” He smiled in such a dark tone playing with the device in his hand whilst turning it on, lighting bolt type flashes begin to erupt from the device lighting up the room. “This is the last time I’m going to ask, my little Fern, can I mark you?” He asked taking backward steps to stand beside Harriet, who didn’t even have the strength in her body to hold her head up. In this moment I should ha
Moments continue to go by as I remained in my delirious state, I didn’t know much about marking as my mother never had the chance to explain things such as a mother should, but I knew you can remain in a high like state for hours after marking. This is due to your mate pouring your body with his toxins and many other substances which only allow your wolves to begin to make some deeper connections with each other. As your body didn’t have any warning that such things were happening, it sends you into a dream like state as it attempts to regulate your levels once again. Archer seemed to enjoy that I was now unable to open my mouth and deliver him some snarky comment or even stop his attempts to draw closer to me and was taking full advantage of that. Laying beside me on the bed, he caresses my cheek with his thumb, a few soft kisses getting placed on my cheek and neck while I lay there with the world spinning around me. But I hated to admit it, him being this close whilst I was in a s
The earliest memories that a person holds should be some of the most treasured, perhaps a little picnic that you and your family went on, a wanderer's day out that brings you such immense joy whenever it pops into your mind.But for me, my earliest memory is of pain and despair, it's my earliest yet my most agonising memory that I hold. When I was only a young child, our peaceful little pack was attacked one night by the infamously cruel Dark Warrior Pack. They not only took us for everything that we had but took one of the purest people to grace this earth. The one person who sacrificed her own life to save that of her children.My feet skipped along the frozen cobblestone path leading from the pack house, my mind consumed with excitement for what this day would bring. The freezing temperatures of winter pricked my rosey cheeks as I skipped, along with my breath emitting an icy cloud of mist, I couldn’t help the giggles that escaped my lips. “Fern hunny, please put your cardigan on
That night I stepped out of the pack house and into the pitch black, my father had just given me the rundown of which traps needed to go where and what I should look out for. But as he spoke, all I could think was how I had the easier job, I just had to stand there and make sure no one from The Dark Warrior Pack find us and if they did, alarm everyone so we can get out of there. As I took a deep breath in, I couldn’t help but feel a slight sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, but it wasn’t one of dread or panic, but full of anticipation. It was as though deep down in my being, I knew something was going to happen tonight, something life changing. I shook the feeling off and put my game face on, my father was trusting me to get this done and I couldn’t let him down. “Alright, the Alpha wants this done as efficiently as possible, we need to be in and out of that place before any of them can blink, you got it?” I ask looking at all the fighters that would be executing this job wi
After waving goodbye to Hadwin for the night, I returned to my bedroom to get some much-needed rest after the eventful day that I had endured. But no matter how long I lay in bed and forced sleep, it never came. All that was rushing through my head was the thought of my mate, his bright blue eyes were all I could see when I would close mine. I tossed and turned trying to force the image of his face out of my head, but each time I was met with resistance from my wolf. She was beyond angry that I had ran from my mate rather than run into his arms, but she was only thinking about the mate aspect, I had the problem of my father hating every single person in that pack more than anything on this earth. But that was not the only issue with us meeting, it was the circumstances that we met under which is bringing more issues to the surface. He caught me and the other men setting traps in his pack border which whole purpose was to inflicted harm on him and any of his pack members, that doesn’t s
As I entered the pack house through the back door, I find it was in total chaos. Many of the pack members were running around in a panicked state attempting to find a place to hide, most holding tiny children who looked as terrified as the ones holding them. My breathing was heavy as I looked around for my own hiding place, I can’t allow this Alpha to find me, what if he doesn’t want me as a mate and is just angry because I was one of the people who set the traps?! I stood in the middle of the lobby while many ran past me, it felt like a blur and time had sped up for everyone around me, but I was still stuck in the moment. Someone taking my arm and pulling me slightly is what snapped me from my trance, initially, I was worried that I had been too slow, and the angry Alpha had his chance to grab me. But when I saw Hadwin’s worried face looking down at me, I knew I had a little more time to panic. “Fern, why are you just standing there, you need to find a place to hide before the invader