Sally's POV“Sister Sally,” Simon's voice seemed small at first as he quickly spoke. “Do you want to join or watch us practice today?”My eyes must have sparkled with excitement as the whole group giggled my way.“You look lovely, Sally.” Athena chirped happily. “I wish you looked like that when I invited you out for a nice shopping trip.”"I like it so much." Out of the corner of my eye, I knew Ryan wanted to protest but he kept quiet, which I was grateful for. I need this, I need.After breakfast, Simon took me to their practice area. All are fully equipped and ready to use. They have outdoor and indoor practice courts, and today, they decided to use the outdoors. The warriors even brought out a long table with weapons laid out on it, presumably for me to use.I changed into a black tank top from Athena, and even brand-new underwear. But the shirt I was wearing earlier was indeed Ryan's."Are you sure you want to do this?" Ryan asked, sounding quite scared to me.“This is just a pra
Sally's POVTo a normal man, that leg is now useless. However, I knew that wouldn't have any effect on a mythical creature like him. Maybe it's just dislocated, but he'll heal in a few weeks or months.His piercing scream echoed throughout the area, causing everyone to stand up. On the other hand, I was panting as I stood up.“Never, ever be blinded by your rage. Next time it won't end well.” I said, hoping it would go over his head. Young men like him need to lower their egos before things like this happen.“It's not broken,” I continued to assure everyone. “If so, he will have to limp starting tomorrow. It's just dislocated. I can fix it before the doctor comes.” I suggest.Everyone moved away, giving us space as I knelt next to Simon. He growled fiercely as my hand approached his injured leg.“Oh, shut up. Somebody, please keep him.” Gently and carefully, I let my finger poke around his kneecap. Correct. It's dislocated.“Now, hold him tight. This is going to be very painful.” The
Sally's POV“It looks better on you than it does on me.” He spoke hoarsely, his eyes never leaving me. But gradually, it fell to the scar on the inside of my forearm. His eyes darkened, but this time with rage.“Why don't you tell me what happened to you?” His fingers ran over the scars.I was about to say something but forgot what I was going to say when he placed a hand right between my jaw and neck, closing the space between us, and trying to kiss me again.Even though I wanted to do it again, I had to stop him. Pushing him away, I left the room without another word.I admit - yet, deep down - I want this, regardless of what's going on between us, but at the same time I'm afraid of getting hurt again. He did it once, so what's the difference next time?Slamming the door behind me, I walked further away from the house. My mind was racing so dangerously that I didn't know where I was heading.“You smell like him,” A voice said next to me, pulling me out of my thoughts.I looked at th
Sally's POVHe smiled back and faced the last rays of the sunset setting on the horizon. I couldn't help but look around until it fell into his left hand. He was holding something, a book."What do you have there?" My eyes remained glued to his hand.He lifted the book between us. “Oh, this? Just a book I started reading again, recommended by Athena.”Despite the seriousness in the air, I still laughed. “A book recommended by Athena?”I wiped tears from the corners of my eyes. “Please don't tell me this is a werewolf novel or a vampire romance novel.”He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it's a historical romance novel.”"OH!" I was amazed at Athena's persistence in getting someone to read something she loved.“How did she succeed in getting you to read this kind of book? I know you are not the romantic type of man, not even the type who likes history.”This time he laughed. “Yes, but I have nothing to do. I could only lie depressed on the bed, waiting for death to come to me. That gir
Sally's POVOver the next few weeks, I was busy with household chores, such as reports, and evidence, and continuing the hunt for my mysterious enemy. I'm also trying to adjust to sitting on the throne and trying to multitask.It was a late Wednesday afternoon, as usual, I was locked in my father's office, rummaging through files and papers, but one paper stood out the most. Application for adoption in the name of Donne for Arnav.Arnav was adopted? How? Why?There's a photo of him and Oliver when they were about 14 years old. In the lower right corner of the photo is the date and time it was taken.September 6 - 2:45 pmMy grandmother walked into the office with two cups of coffee, and from there I smelled caffeine. I smiled and accepted it before starting the topic.“How come you never told me that Arnav was adopted?”She looked at the photo with a puzzled expression. “Because it's your aunt's matter.”I looked at her with skeptical eyes. "But everyone has the right to interfere in
Sally's POVThis question kept bothering me throughout dinner, I guess I should ask my grandmother.“Hey, Grandma,” I said, poking at the leftover rice. The woman said nothing and just looked at me. First, I sighed and took another breath.“Uhm… Let's say you were in a relationship with someone, and then you broke up. Uh… then you leave town, fast forward to years later, you come back and see him again. Somehow, the old flame of both of you flared up again, rekindling the good past, but you stopped before things got serious because you were afraid of the consequences the future would bring, just like someone else. that you care about will die.” My voice wavered."So, what do you do?" I couldn't look at her because I knew she would then start psychoanalyzing me.The woman giggled. "Is this Athena speaking or is it my niece Sally?"My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Uhm. It's still me, Sally. Why? What did Athena do?”She shook her head, a gentle smile still on her lips. "It was intere
Third person POVKicked her with a round kick and she fell backwards. Buried under the soil, not far from where we were struggling, I saw a glittering silver dagger. As I was sprinting, a hand pulled hard on my ankle, causing me to fall face down.My arm extended toward the dagger as this psychopath climbed onto my back. My fingertips touched the metal before I pushed myself an inch closer to the silver and gripped it tightly in my hand.She flipped me onto my back, and sat on top of me, her hands around my neck as if preparing to strangle me.I could feel my lungs being deprived of oxygen and my eyes rolling back, the dagger in my hand slowly began to slide.“Be strong, Sally.” A warm, soothing voice rang out around me, seemingly only I could hear it.Ignoring the pain in my throat, I brought the hand holding the dagger to my chest, and with the little strength I had left, I stabbed her straight in the stomach.Unconsciously, Sally's hand tightly grasped the dagger she placed under h
Third person POV“Please get through this night. You can’t die, you have to be a fucking Alpha to survive anything.” The silence and the pleasant scent in the room, slowly but surely, lulled her to sleep.He, who was recovering and resting, heard everything the girl said, wearily opened his eyes, and looked down at her sleeping form, letting her fingers intertwine with his.He smiled gently at the sight before placing a chaste kiss on the top of her head and went back to sleep, muttering unconsciously. “I love you, Sally.”---------------A week and a half later, Mrs. Willow returns from Paris. However, Sally still spends time and research at Ryan's herd.Sally is doing her search, when suddenly her mind fades for a split second but returns seconds later with only one thing on her mind: kill Ryan. It was as if she was possessed by a completely different being.Glancing around the room, she stood up and walked towards the exit. Turning left, into the hallway of the herd house, Sally wa
Sally's POVThree months after the devastation, to say things are back to normal is an understatement. Everyone is still saddened by the loss of half of the pack, but they are our heroes, in our hearts and our memories.I returned the next day, with my enemy's head in a sack. I asked everyone in my family if they knew what he had done and was about to do. When I asked about his parents, everyone bowed their heads in respect.Arnav informed me that both of them committed suicide because of the old Donne's rule.I need to abolish that regulation and replace it with a more reasonable penalty. They were both innocent, they were just pawns in the game and they had to pay for his actions, may their souls rest in peace.That night we held a proper funeral for them. We all paid our respects. Our allies also came to pay their respects.The ceremony was over, everyone had gone home and I stayed at the burial site and stared at Oliver's portrait, thinking that maybe I hated him just because he w
Third person POVLook at Ryan carefully, his chest is moving slowly. Running to his side, Sally immediately cupped his face and called his name.“Ryan,” She started softly, and then gradually she lost patience. “Ryan.”The groan, surprised her, but sure enough, his eyes widened next. "I like hearing you say my name." His voice was hoarse.Unintentionally, she hit his chest before apologizing. "I'm sorry. Oh my God!"“Is that any way to welcome a mate who has just returned from the dead?” He was joking.Sally stared at him and said. "That's not funny at all."Sally didn't waste a second as she threw herself into his arms, crying into the crook of his neck, all the while inhaling his sweet musk. “Please don't do that again.”Ryan wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tighter, never wanting to let her go again. “I love you too,” Her breath hitched and she buried her face deeper into his neck.After a moment, they let go and looked at each other, looking for more casualties to fi
Third person POVReaching his lifeless side, she stepped back and knelt on both knees. Unaware, tears rolled down her ash-stained face.“Ryan,” She began softly, her eyes roaming around his body and finding the wound, blood pouring out endlessly. This cannot happen. He is a werewolf. An Alpha. He should have been cured by now. Unless the wound is caused by silver, pure silver.Sally sobbed endlessly. She felt everyone's eyes on her, rage filling her entire being. “Let's capture the rogues and find Oliver Donne. Now."Sally's orderly roar echoed throughout the area. Picturing a mental image of what the despicable man looked like only made me angrier. And as if they saw what was going on in my head, they barked orders at each other and ran away in different directions.“Please wake up. Ryan!" She shook her head. "I need you, so do everything you can and wake up."His body slowly went limp in her arms, making it a little difficult for her to bear him. “Ryan, no, wake up. Please."Sally s
Third person POV"Let's go." She spoke with finality and switched to the second skin.Arriving there, they found Albert and the rest. And the first thing Sally said was. “Where is Ryan?”Everyone was dumbfounded.Her face stiffened at their sudden silence. “You're all here, but none of you know where he is.”Her voice lowered. “What happened to be able to link minds?”“We tried to contact him but he did not respond.”Sally frowned, suspicious. She looked around. “Can you guys link up?”It looked as if they were trying to communicate with each other through their minds, and they looked frustrated by it.“No,” Linus said.She is upset.“There is magic here, blocking all of the swarm's mental links to each other.”Sally looked at something behind Allen. “Is that my sword?”The boy nodded with a slight smile. “My mom said you'd be here, so…” He handed the weapon to Sally.“Thank you, Allen. Remind me to thank your mother too.” She slings the sword behind her back before telling the boys t
Sally's POVMy whole life has been a lie. I can't even handle this right now. Slowly, lowering myself to the mat, I sat and stared at the flashbacks of my life before and after everything that had happened.I remember my grandmother always saying that I was royalty in their eyes, supposed to rule the world with Ryan's pack. And she continued to emphasize the two nouns, King and queen.Also, every summer vacation when I was young, my grandfather would show me off to his guests, which made me feel very uncomfortable. And it got to the point where I remember my mother having to take me for a walk every time someone passed by."And I know you saw something in your dream, Sally. You looked pale when you walked in here." She was silent for a while. "Is that your mate? Did he call you?"My silence is the answer. Even though I tried to deny the fear that the dream brought me, I couldn't, it still lingered in my mind. The image of Ryan covered in blood and pain, stuck.At least I have to know
Sally's POVThought going to bed would be the best idea for me, but turns out, it was the worst idea. Because not long after I closed my eyes, my mind took me to a strangely familiar place."Sally, help." A whisper rang out around me.Standing in the middle of a barren field, 50 yards away from me, Ryan stood sullenly, his face pale, his right fist clutched tightly to his hip.I shivered as the cold wind whipped my skin but my eyes never left him. Is he okay? Why does he look so sick?When I looked closely at his deathly curled fists, they were covered in blood. Why? Whose blood is that? It can't be his, right? What happened?“Ryan,” I called, but no sound came out. I called again and again until I was tired and my throat became hoarse.He just stared at me with pain in his eyes.He may be standing but his eyes say otherwise. The light in his eyes was gone and I wondered if it was my fault.Looking closely at him, I felt like he was gone a long time ago and this was just an illusion.
Sally's POVWhen the room became silent, the shadow moved quite quickly, as if trying not to be caught.“Do you want something to drink or something to eat?” I said, pretending to chat while Jill wrote something on paper.It writes. “There is a spy. You should be careful."I nodded in response. Then he replied through my makeup chat. “I'd love to, but I'm going to apologize and spend the week preparing for what's to come. You are invited to my coronation.”“You should be careful too.” I wrote again. He gave me a quick nod with a forced smile and left the room with his men.Kingsley turned around just as the young leader went out, quickly rushing to my left and whispering. “Something has changed here, Luna Sally.”“I know, I can feel it too.” I looked at him from a very close distance. “I need you to find someone, if he's not here that means he knows I came looking for him.”He left me in the office to plan while he went looking for the given name. Arnav walked in on me and stared at t
Sally's POVWe arrived at headquarters three hours later, I had to match Kingsley's pace because he was such a weak bird. So as soon as my feet touched the ground, I rushed to find Arnav. "What's going on?"“The Alexander clan attacked us.”“Ub, I understand that part, but what exactly happened?”Arnav sighed first. “Goray Alexander was murdered, and the Alexander family suspects us of being the culprit.”I frowned at the news. “Why am I just hearing this now? Why did the Alexander clan suspect it was us? Do you have any other sources to find out who killed Mr. Goray?"From a maid in the house, I slipped off my coat. “Find me something, Arnav. We need to clear our names as soon as possible before something unspeakable happens.” I gave the order and went straight to my office.I was startled to see Kingsley behind me, I forgot that he was also with me. “Let's make you feel at home while I deal with all this.”He remained silent while panting from the flight and the energy he had to put
Sally's POVOne time I left the room. I followed a beautiful floating white orb that led me to what felt like a 5-minute walk to an abandoned warehouse.I hesitated to enter the building, but the ball went straight through the wall. Sighing, I followed it through a small entrance.As soon as I stepped inside, a shrill scream echoed throughout the space of the warehouse. The screams of a man and a woman rang out again, sending chills down my spine.Approaching the noise, I hid behind pieces of plywood. My heart stopped beating for a split second when I saw my parents in the middle of the room.My mother was stripped of her clothes and every ounce of dignity, tears streaming down her pale and bloody face.I wanted to scream and help her, but I couldn't move and not even a whisper came out. I could only cry and suppress the anger welling up inside me.My dad, on the other hand, looked completely devastated. I held my breath as I watched him cry, pleading with the men around them who look