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 smile splattered on her face. “You, my darling, are no longer a pack member. You’re not a part of this family. You’re absolutely nothing, but a disgrace, Phoenix.”
“You’re nothing but a traitor who can’t keep her legs closed” she spit out
“I didn’t do it,” I say inaudibly. “ I swear, I don't remember anything that happened, but i’ll never betray the pack.”
My stepmother breaks out in laughter, very sharp and cold laughter. “And what makes you think we’ll believe you? The whole pack knows of your deed, you are nothing but trash now, Take a look around.”
I glance around, and I see that everyone has gathered. Pack members I’d known my whole life stared at me in disgust. Whispers flying from different angles.
“Whore!”
“How dare she do that?!”
“Such a disgrace”
“She has ruined us”
My heart break in pieces as I pick up fragments of what they were saying about me. I look around and the hate was glaring, I was desperate to find someone who had a hint of compassion on their face but there was none. Everyone glared and sneered in disgust.”
“You heard mum,” Lucia said. ”Pick up your things and leave, here never to return.”
“No, please,” I beg, trying to stand but my legs shook beneath me. “Please let me speak to my father , he has to hear me out.”
“You father,? You must be dreaming.” My stepmother scoffed out. “Do you think he wants to see you too? After everything you’ve done and the shame you’ve brought us?”
I shake my head in desperation, “Please let me talk to him. I just really want to speak with him, he has to hear me out. Please let me try, please.”
She scoff as she steps closer a few inches from my face. “Your father is done with you, Phoenix. The pack is also done with you. If you go back, they’ll tear you apart. The earlier you know this, the better for you.”
My breath is very heavy and my heart threaten to tear apart as well. Gathering the little courage left in me, I stand up stumbling towards the door to the pack house. My eyes sting with tears but I hold them from falling, my heart continue to pound heavily with every step I take forward.
When I got to the front door, I find a handful of pack guards blocking my way. I look at their eyes in search of sympathy. “Please let me speak to my father…just this last time” I beg with my hoarse voice.
“You’re not going anywhere near him, Phoenix. Not a chance for you, not after what you’ve done.” One of the guards who I've known since my childhood say in a hard tone.
My knees hit the ground as i stumble back. “ Please...let me see him,” i beg. “You have to believe me, i didn’t do anything, i don’t know what happened. Please i’ll never betray my pack, you know me.” I say in a low tone
“Not anymore, Phoenix,” One of the guards sneer, shaking his head. “You are no longer part of us.”
I try to push forward again but the guards hold me down with their strings and push hard at me and shoved me away, so hard I fall on the ground. My head begins to spin and a pain shoot through my body, but I force myself to get back up.
“Get out of here, now.” someone shout from the crowd of pack members gathered. “You’re a disgrace.” They said with their voice full of venom.
“We don't want you here.” Another voice chimed in
As i try to stand, a kick lands on my back and hands push me back down. I crumble to the ground, holding my hurt ribs. My body ached even more, but the pain is nothing compared to the betrayal and humiliation that has enveloped me.
“Just leave here, there’s nothing for you here anymore.” My stepmother’s voice came echoing above me, cold and firm.
The tears finally came pouring down as i look up. “Please just give me one chance. I swear I don't remember. I would never hurt this family.”
No one listened to me, all I received is cold snares and jeers. I have become nothing but a disgrace and a bad memory to the pack. Lucia and her mother both have their lips twisted in a smirk.
I spent hours pleading, crying, being pulled around, punched, kicked, and no one took my words. My pleas fell on deaf ears instead. As my voice grew hoarse, my plea became weak and I pick myself up with the last hope in me. My legs are trembling as I pick up the small sack and clutched it to my chest.
“Just go away,” Lucia sneers. “Go back to your rogue lover. Maybe he will take you in with pity.”
My heart shatters in pieces as I stagger towards the end of the house, my legs are barely carrying me but I knew I was moving. The jeers and whispers follow me as I make my way out in shame.
When I finally reached the tree line, i glance back at the house one last time. I saw no sympathy in anyone’s eyes, all I saw was cold, hard stares and turned backs.
My whole body ached as I took more steps forward into the forest, the trees swallowing any sight of my body. I clutched the small sack tightly and my eyes burn with hot tears.
Till now I wasn't sure what led me to this humiliating event but one thing Is sure, one very terrifying thought remained and sends shivers down my bones.
I am alone.
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
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
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
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