Dylan’s grip on me tightened. “Who the hell are you?” He growled at the rogue
The man leaned gently against the doorframe, casually folding his arms like he wasn’t involved in this. His eyes rested over me, and lingered for too long, I felt exposed. “Don’t you recognize me?” His voice was smooth and had a hint of amusement.
Cold sweat break through out my body as my pulse quickened in fright. “Recognise you? I’ve never met you.,” I said , my voice shaking.
“Oh really?” He said with raised brows. “Is that the game we are playing now? Because last night, you sang a different song when you begged me to give it to you hard.”
Dylan froze. “What the hell are you saying?”
The man smirked harder as he shrugged and continued. “You followed from the bar, threw yourself at me when I was minding my business on my own. She said she needed a real wolf, not her loser of an arranged mate, she needed one last nasty shag before she’s bonded forever ma His gaze fell on me and, my stomach churned. “Does that sound familiar, sweetheart?”
My whole body stiffened. “That’s a lie,” I managed to say it . “I don’t remember doing any of that, it’s not true.”
“Oh well… you were really drunk,” the man said still grinning. “But you…were very enthusiastic.”
“No,” I shook my head. “That never happened. I would never…”
“She is a liar,” Dylan cut in, his voice was low but dangerous. “You are saying she came on to you and you just went along, right?” He turned facing the man, eyes narrowed.
The man’s eyes were cold and he shrugged again. “I said she was frantically all over me. What was I supposed to do, say no? The lady wanted it, and I had to give it. And from the look of things, she liked it a lot.”
“Dylan, I promise I didn’t do it,” I said half sobbing
“Shut up!” Dylan snapped at me. His face was laced with fury as he turned to me, “You filthy liar. All this time I thought it was some mistake. But now…now it’s clear what you are. A cheap whore.”
My heart grew heavier and pounded louder, I couldn’t hear any other thing. “Please, I’m begging you Dylan, He’s lying!”
“You really think I’ll believe you, huh?!” Dylan’s voice rose. “You seduced him and followed him, and slept with him here, and now you want to act like you don’t remember? Like you are innocent? I’m done with you, Phoenix.”
Tears pierced my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn’t let them see me fall apart. “Dylan, you have to believe me,” I continued to beg. “I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t betray you, please trust me.” My voice was trembling.
Dylan’s jaw clenched, his fists were visibly shaking. “You disgust,” he barked at me. “You can’t lie your way out of this. I know what you truly are. You’ve ruined everything. Our pack, they turn their backs on you. You can’t be accepted now.”
The weight of his words weighed down on me and I was struggling to breathe. “Dylan, please understand me…” I try to say but my heart was shattering into a thousand pieces.
“I do understand,” he spat. “You are a liar and a terrible cheat, and you deserve whatever comes to you now.”
I panicked and vigorously shook my head. “No, I didn’t, Dylan please…”
“Shut up!” He snarled. “No one will believe your pathetic lie of not remembering. It’s over for you Phoenix. I’ll deal with and when I’m done, no pack will take you in.”
His words hit me sharper than the last. I had nothing to fall back on, no memories or defense. Just this strange man, twisting the situation more than it already was.
The man’s grin never faltered, his eyes sparked of satisfaction as he watched the drama. “It was really fun,” he added. “She really knows how to make a wolf feel good.” His voice dripped with malice.
Dylan’s fist flew squarely to the man’s jaw before I could even react, sending him straight to the hard floor. The man groaned and clutched his face in pain, but his smirk remained.
“Get out of here,” Dylan growled, his voice so dangerous. “Get lost before I kill you.”
“Fine by me even, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He said scrambling to his feet, wiping blood from his cut lip. As he made his way, he shot me one last smirk and I was standing there, trembling, and Dylan’s rage was unstoppable.
There was silence for a moment. Then Dylan turned, glared at me with icy eyes. “You are going to regret this. I’ll make you pay for the rest of your life.”
“I didn’t do it…” I begged still
“Do I look like I care?!” His voice was low and dangerous. “I don’t care what you have to say. It’s over for you and I’ll make sure everyone knows that as well, you’ll no longer be a part of a pack.”
My heart dropped, my throat closed up and my mind raced. “Please…You can’t ”
“I can and I will, watch me.” He grabbed my arm, dragging me out as we went down the hallway and into the cold air outside.
”Go”, he said as he shoved me towards his car. “Go back and tell your pack what you’ve done and how you’ve ruined everything.”
I stared at him with racing mind and a frozen body. “Please…please Dylan” I continued in my plea.
“Shut up and get in the car, Phoenix,” he hissed. “Get in before I do something we will regret.”
I opened the car door with shaky hands, my mind was clouded with fear, confusion and heartbreak. I stirred up the engine, my hands gripping the steering wheels a little too tightly.
“You are dead to me,” his voice was flat and his face hard as hell.
I swallowed hard as I threw the car into fear and wheeled out of the parking lot. Reality settled on me quickly and it was suffocating.
I was going to meet my father’s pack. Yes, I had to face them. I had to explain but as I drove faster, one thing horrified my mind.
Was Dylan right?
What if they know already?
What if I’m dead to them too? What will become of me?
These were my thoughts as I drove faster and faster to face the pack and await my judgement.
The car had barely come to a stop when Dylan ripped open the door, he pulled me out forcefully. I stumbled and almost fell down, but his grip held me tight, dragging me towards the pack house. “Dylan, please stop!” I beg, trying to pull free, but he was relentless , he pulled me harder and his face was a picture of rage.We get to the pack house, he yanks it open without a single warning and storms inside the house. Pack members were in and scattered out of his way as he continued to pull me through the hall. I feel like I was some criminal that was caught in the act, and this was so embarrassing for me.“Dylan, please. Stop, you are hurting me,” I plead in a whisper, shame and terror filled me inside. My mind ran several miles trying to make sense of everything, and thinking of a way to stop this, but i can’t come up with anything. Dylan didn’t stop until he got to my father’s office, he barged in and slammed the door so hard it hit the wall with a force. My father’s startled eye
I feel cold water splash on my face, jolting me awake. My eyes flew open in shock and the face that greet me is one I barely want to see.“Get up, you filthy whore,” my stepmother spit out, and the empty bucket drops on my head. Her eyes that are always hard on me were now filled with a poisonous glee. My half sister, Lucia, stood beside her with a smirk on her face, crossed arms watching me with disgust like I am some dirt.“So pathetic” Lucia said, her voice dripping with disgust. “Here’s your supplies, that should be enough for you” She said, nudging a small sack to my side with the toe of her boot. I sit up slowly even though my whole body ached badly from last night's event. I pick up the sack with my trembling hands. The sack is light weight and I wonder how many useful things it contained.“Are you really throwing me out?” my voice cracks. My eyes filled with tears as i desperately look from one to the other. “Are you deaf or aren’t you aware yet?” Lucia asked with a cruel
I’ve been wandering for days now, I am not even sure how much time has passed, lost in the endless shadows and trees that surround me. The forest became the only companion with me, the dark canopy above me kept me in my own silence. My wolf form feels more natural now more than ever, my senses have grown sharper and my instincts have heightened, but the ache I’ve felt in my bones since that day was hard to ignore. I was weak, my strength diminished by the hour because I am starving. Although the wounds I sustained from the brutal incident that led me into the forest has healed, thanks to my wolf’s abilities, but the emptiness in my heart could not be mended. I was indeed alone, and my heart breaks everytime I think about that fact. I paid attention to every noise around me, the snap of a twig or even the rustles of leaves but I was careful. I am staying in the thickest parts of the forest and needed to avoid any rogues or. enforcers guarding territorial boundaries. I really don’t ha
My paws pound vigorously against the forest floor as I keep running and running, lungs burn with each gulp of air intake. I have no idea how long it has been since I’ve started this journey to the north; whether it’s been days or weeks, I don’t know. The sun and moon indicate that days have come and gone, but I can’t keep count. I have barely slept, but that is a luxury i cannot afford now. The only times I stop is to hunt a few small creatures to keep me going and also to drink from icy streams when I see them to gather enough strength to keep running. A strange force in me kept guiding me and pushing me for more, my mind was firm and relentless. The force feels like an invisible string, pulling me to continue every time the thought of giving up comes. My left paw is still glowing, now faint but unmistakable. The moon and the sun at different times of the day looms above me, watching my every step as I keep running and pushing forward. My paws sinking into the damp and earthy groun
TalonI jolted awake, my heart racing heavily, as if someone had whispered to me. “She’s coming.”I don’t have to ask who. The voice is familiar; it’s the voice that has been haunting me for months. I hear it in my dreams, and it brings back the shadow of a woman glowing in golden light. Her presence in my dream is radiant, and it lingers in my mind much longer than I think, actively stirring something inside me. I don’t know. I know the vision holds a crucial meaning that is tied to my destiny, but I seek clarity. I have no idea what her name is or what her face looks like, but I do know she’s coming. And each time, the feeling weighs strongly on me. My life doesn't need any complications. I sit up rather hesitantly, trying to shake off the weight of the feeling. Even if I don’t know her yet, whoever she is, I feel a sense of responsibility towards her. I strongly feel the need to protect her and shield her. But I’m not ready for that; I’m not ready to face another challenge. not o
A comforting heat wraps me; it is soft and gives me warmth like sunlight after a mighty storm. Faint smells of herbs and poultices fill the room. It feels familiar, like the golden cottage I saw in my dream. I take a deep breath, letting the warmth envelop me. My fur feels damp and my breathing is shallow; I know my wolf feels it too, eager for more rest after weeks of being in complete controlMy wolf and I have been through a lot these past weeks, between being betrayed by my own pack, cast away as a rogue, the encounter with the strange woman and the golden cottage, and running tirelessly in the thick forest. I feel the exhaustion weighing strongly on me as exhaustion takes its toll on me. "You should shift back." Talon's voice comes low and soothing in my mind. I feel her longing to let go, to pass the reins to me. I started to shift back; it is happening slowly but gradually. My wolf is giving way to my human form as I lay there. Warmth tingles spread along my spine, and my bone
My eyes are glued to him. I am stunned the moment I open my eyes; it is as if I’m caught in a trance I don’t quite understand. His eyes—forest green—glint back at me as mine hold his deep and watchful eyes. Everything about him seems intense; his skin is glowy, creamy, latte-toned skin. His curls, which knot into locs, fall below his back. He has mesmerising facial features, his lips plump, his nose pointed and delicate, with piercings in the left nostril. He is perfect; I don’t know where to look first as I take in his beauty. He has a strong aura around him, exuding authority and strength. I gazed at him in admiration, his face a beautiful blend of ruggedness and beauty. His eyes sent fireworks lighting up in my head, like a spell. For a moment, I drowned myself in looking at his face. I felt a strong pull towards his energy when his gaze met mine.“Ours,” my wolf whispers, her voice coming as a faint marmot in the back of my mind. As I continue my admiration, a calm, strange, and u
Each day I’ve spent here, I experience a new kind of care. Hosea’s care is like nothing I’ve ever seen; it is totally new to me. She attends to me gently, cleaning me with warm towels and bringing me bowls of thick, sweet soup that feels warm to my body. As she smooths my hair back with her patient hands, she coos softly, whispering comforting words to me as though she knows I need it.When I tear up, mourning the life I had and now miss, she wraps me in her arms. I long for her hugs; they are tender and knowing, and it leaves a lingering feeling of condor inside me and melts something within I didn’t know had hardened. A mother's love. It feels raw and whole every time, and it opens up wounds I had hidden for long. "Phoenix, you are special,” she says one evening when I cry silently on her shoulder. “I know you probably don’t understand it yet, but your coming here is divine; you are here for a special reason.” Her words hit my ears smooth and soothingly; it echoes, sticking to my e
Talon‘s words settle down in my chest, and I also think back to Hosea’s words. My heartbeat quickens, and I try to process the whole message, Hosea’s satisfactory look, and Talon’s terrifying rage. “Talon dear, I have stood by you all these years. Do you think I’ll lie to you now?” Hosea’s voice breaks through my thoughts; her voice is steady and her gaze rests sharply on Talon. “I also wish there’s a way out, but you cannot fight fate. Fighting fate comes with its penalty, and it is disastrous. You know better; you know that destiny cannot be altered, and this right here is your destiny.”I could feel Talon’s frustration as he shifted uncomfortably. I wait for his response, but he doesn’t respond. Though his eyes are blaring with a thousand questions, his jaw tightens, and his body is rigid, as if trying to brace himself against something he should not believe. I feel for him as much as I feel for myself and watch him shift more in frustration. “I said it, didn’t I? I told you she
The finality in his tone is harsh, and it cut through me like a blade, and Talia let out a wounded whimper, dropping her initial rage. The anger I felt has been replaced by something graver, rejection. I feel it spread through my whole body like a wildfire, leaving a deep ache in my chest. I look up to meet his gaze, desperately searching for any hint of sympathy and understanding, but there’s none. His face is void of any; it’s deep green eyes are cold and unyielding. Though I sense something else beyond the hard exterior, as if his wolf is against him. Realisation begins to settle in me, and it leaves me breathless. I’ve finally become a castaway. I was rejected back home, and now I’m rejected here too. My wolf stirs up in agony, and I’m fighting so hard to not break. Just as I am thinking about my ill fate, Hosea steps in; she stands in between Talon and me. Her eyes full of indignation as she comes face to face with Talon. “You cannot throw her out,” she says in the softest yet p
I look into his eyes, and his expression is not what I expected; it is hard. His eyes still bearing holes into mine, his brows furrowing together relentlessly. Something about his gaze left an unsettling feeling within me, but I didn’t give up. I fixed my gaze on his hard stare, patiently waiting for him to lash on me. I’ve been here for a couple of days, and Talon’s energy is different from anything I have ever felt. It is strong, firm, and raw. As he continued to give me death stares, I matched his energy and retorted with a stern gaze. Which is unusual; I’m not a weak wolf by any means, but I never would have stared so boldly into an alpha’s eye like this. “It’s been weeks,” he finally says; his tone is low and masked with irritation; he isn’t even trying to hide it. “We don’t run a charity organization here. Now, tell me, Who are you, and why did you become a rogue?”His tone stirs the wolf inside of me, and I feel that indignant fire rising within. Even if I’ve gone through the
Each day I’ve spent here, I experience a new kind of care. Hosea’s care is like nothing I’ve ever seen; it is totally new to me. She attends to me gently, cleaning me with warm towels and bringing me bowls of thick, sweet soup that feels warm to my body. As she smooths my hair back with her patient hands, she coos softly, whispering comforting words to me as though she knows I need it.When I tear up, mourning the life I had and now miss, she wraps me in her arms. I long for her hugs; they are tender and knowing, and it leaves a lingering feeling of condor inside me and melts something within I didn’t know had hardened. A mother's love. It feels raw and whole every time, and it opens up wounds I had hidden for long. "Phoenix, you are special,” she says one evening when I cry silently on her shoulder. “I know you probably don’t understand it yet, but your coming here is divine; you are here for a special reason.” Her words hit my ears smooth and soothingly; it echoes, sticking to my e
My eyes are glued to him. I am stunned the moment I open my eyes; it is as if I’m caught in a trance I don’t quite understand. His eyes—forest green—glint back at me as mine hold his deep and watchful eyes. Everything about him seems intense; his skin is glowy, creamy, latte-toned skin. His curls, which knot into locs, fall below his back. He has mesmerising facial features, his lips plump, his nose pointed and delicate, with piercings in the left nostril. He is perfect; I don’t know where to look first as I take in his beauty. He has a strong aura around him, exuding authority and strength. I gazed at him in admiration, his face a beautiful blend of ruggedness and beauty. His eyes sent fireworks lighting up in my head, like a spell. For a moment, I drowned myself in looking at his face. I felt a strong pull towards his energy when his gaze met mine.“Ours,” my wolf whispers, her voice coming as a faint marmot in the back of my mind. As I continue my admiration, a calm, strange, and u
A comforting heat wraps me; it is soft and gives me warmth like sunlight after a mighty storm. Faint smells of herbs and poultices fill the room. It feels familiar, like the golden cottage I saw in my dream. I take a deep breath, letting the warmth envelop me. My fur feels damp and my breathing is shallow; I know my wolf feels it too, eager for more rest after weeks of being in complete controlMy wolf and I have been through a lot these past weeks, between being betrayed by my own pack, cast away as a rogue, the encounter with the strange woman and the golden cottage, and running tirelessly in the thick forest. I feel the exhaustion weighing strongly on me as exhaustion takes its toll on me. "You should shift back." Talon's voice comes low and soothing in my mind. I feel her longing to let go, to pass the reins to me. I started to shift back; it is happening slowly but gradually. My wolf is giving way to my human form as I lay there. Warmth tingles spread along my spine, and my bone
TalonI jolted awake, my heart racing heavily, as if someone had whispered to me. “She’s coming.”I don’t have to ask who. The voice is familiar; it’s the voice that has been haunting me for months. I hear it in my dreams, and it brings back the shadow of a woman glowing in golden light. Her presence in my dream is radiant, and it lingers in my mind much longer than I think, actively stirring something inside me. I don’t know. I know the vision holds a crucial meaning that is tied to my destiny, but I seek clarity. I have no idea what her name is or what her face looks like, but I do know she’s coming. And each time, the feeling weighs strongly on me. My life doesn't need any complications. I sit up rather hesitantly, trying to shake off the weight of the feeling. Even if I don’t know her yet, whoever she is, I feel a sense of responsibility towards her. I strongly feel the need to protect her and shield her. But I’m not ready for that; I’m not ready to face another challenge. not o
My paws pound vigorously against the forest floor as I keep running and running, lungs burn with each gulp of air intake. I have no idea how long it has been since I’ve started this journey to the north; whether it’s been days or weeks, I don’t know. The sun and moon indicate that days have come and gone, but I can’t keep count. I have barely slept, but that is a luxury i cannot afford now. The only times I stop is to hunt a few small creatures to keep me going and also to drink from icy streams when I see them to gather enough strength to keep running. A strange force in me kept guiding me and pushing me for more, my mind was firm and relentless. The force feels like an invisible string, pulling me to continue every time the thought of giving up comes. My left paw is still glowing, now faint but unmistakable. The moon and the sun at different times of the day looms above me, watching my every step as I keep running and pushing forward. My paws sinking into the damp and earthy groun
I’ve been wandering for days now, I am not even sure how much time has passed, lost in the endless shadows and trees that surround me. The forest became the only companion with me, the dark canopy above me kept me in my own silence. My wolf form feels more natural now more than ever, my senses have grown sharper and my instincts have heightened, but the ache I’ve felt in my bones since that day was hard to ignore. I was weak, my strength diminished by the hour because I am starving. Although the wounds I sustained from the brutal incident that led me into the forest has healed, thanks to my wolf’s abilities, but the emptiness in my heart could not be mended. I was indeed alone, and my heart breaks everytime I think about that fact. I paid attention to every noise around me, the snap of a twig or even the rustles of leaves but I was careful. I am staying in the thickest parts of the forest and needed to avoid any rogues or. enforcers guarding territorial boundaries. I really don’t ha