I tended to the meat all night long as the others slept in the camp. My eyes were heavy with sleep but I was determined to complete the course that would follow that day. The forest came to life as the sun rose over the horizon. The rain had begun and exhausted itself on me. I liked to believe it was cleansing me of how weak I had gotten. By the time the men woke up I had assembled their plates for them. They sat and ate as they chat with themselves. I could feel the eyes take me in but I had my old self back. There was no way they could approach or start a conversation with me. Even Conri decided to let it rest. They walked away after eating, heading back to the pack, and I was left to dissemble all the shelters I had made. I cleared the beds and left the area as clean as we found it. They came back clean with a new set of clothes while I rotted, feeling like filth in my own skin. My back was to them, my legs were crossed and I was staring at the lake. The hand of time paused for m
I woke up alone, arms and spread out like an eagle on the bed. I had drunk too much Were-ale. It had knocked me out which was the only way I could sleep really. Looking back at the previous night, I had a great time. The people had led me down into the forest and I had become one with the rhythm until the wee hours of morning. Drink after drink made it's way onto my hand, and before I knew it, I was sloshed. We jumped around as a group and drank until dawn was upon us. I slowly dragged myself off the bed, stumbling to the bathroom where I crumbled to my knees and held on tightly to the seat. I spewed bile hard my belly arched inwards. I kept dry heaving with nothing else passing because I had been running on fumes for two full days. My stomach was rolling, so I decided to settle near the toilet bowl in case I had another episode. I was running warmer than normal and the tiles were cool. Passing out there was a very attractive prospect. It was hours later when I woke up. I dragged m
No one thought he was bold enough. I did not think he was that bold but I was wrong, I knew he was gone. I could not believe it, neither could Areli or Conri for that matter, because they were both gaping at the door he'd left through. We all stared at the door in shock as if that would will Brum back. My jaw was unhinged as well, and I looked between the royal couple and the door in confusion. The room alternated between hot and cold. I kept processing it and each time it baffled me even harder. I was at my wits end. My mind was in the gutter. Conri was visibly seething in anger, running his hand through his hair. He turned to a wide eyes Areli. I knew their attention would soon turn to me. I knew their eyes would be sorrowful and pitying. I didn’t want to be a part of it. I shot up to my feet, turned around and quickly made my way out of the office. Areli called after me but I moved faster, getting into Brum’s office. I quickly grabbed a chair and put it under the handle which wig
Brum was gone for the whole following week. There was no time to ponder on it because I was buzzing like a bee through the castle. I never thought I would enjoy work that much. I was smiling despite the odds bet against me. I taught two-hour classes twice which I thoroughly enjoyed. All the warriors joined my class and I honestly couldn't have asked for better students. I then joined some of the other classes by the other trainers and learned plenty, including how to fight off a werewolf. I dropped them all down of course. There was no way I wasn’t letting it be known who was the best fighter in the kingdom. Areli joined often which became our thing. The king did sometimes too which was even more fun because all the warriors did their absolute to impress the king. I was not above that kind of attention, we all did our absolute best when the crowned couple was present. After training, I would refresh then head to the cleaning crew to check on them and see if any help is needed. I wou
I was sick. I was sick to my stomach for days. I buried myself in bed, tossing and turning with sweat trickling from every open pore on my skin. Yet my compulsive behavior still had me wake up and wash the sheets each day as sick as I was from how hard I was sweating. The contractors were supposed to start working on the room and I had no energy to move out so I told them to start working on the other rooms first. Besides the sickness, I was dealing with the constant pounding of hammer to wall and other sounds of construction work. I did not want to see anyone so much I put a chair under the door handle. I blocked Areli out from my head but that did not stop her from insistently knocking on my door and sitting there for hours telling me ridiculous stories each day. She tried, she did try to cheer me up but she was not the problem. I was the problem. I just wanted to be left alone. She did not know I was sick, no one knew and I liked to keep it that way. They all thought I was mopping
It was a trap. It was a trap I couldn’t shake off. I shimmied hard into the rabbit hole and got stuck inside. There was no way out. The pull of the blanket under my chin, the fold of my body and the dangerous thoughts were all a trap. I found myself in a loop, in a cycle I could not break. I couldn't get myself to leave the bed. No matter how much my inner voice screamed for me to get up I just couldn’t. No matter how much my dragon fired at me to get myself together I just couldn’t. What should have been a night to recover turned to a week of deep-rooted pain that kept me chained to the bed. To keep Areli off my case I would wake up dead at night and slowly make my way to the kitchen where I would rattle some pots then walk back up but in the past two days I did not have the strength to even cover my tracks. I just lay in bed with my eyes closed. My whole body hurt so bad even swallowing turned painful. My stomach could only painfully turn and churn because there was nothing I could
I was doing much better when I next woke up. As much as I hated it, I kept Brum’s t-shirt on. I sniffed it constantly and it kept me sane. I packed all his clothes away and set the cases to the side. I changed the bed sheets then decided to clean the floors. I knew I was delaying the invertible yet I stalled as much as I could until I knew I had to face the world again. I showered and brushed my teeth a million times. I oiled my skin and even sprayed some perfume after wearing what was once a tight dress. I tied some beads around my waist to keep the dress from hanging awkwardly. Walking out of the room was like walking through a wall of fire, but I had no choice. I had to do it, I whispered to myself, jutting my chin up. “I am strong. I can do this.” I chanted out, taking it one step at a time. The chair under that handle had kept many out but it was time to let them in. I put the chair back in it’s place then walked back to the door. I don’t know what I thought but after two weeks
I had stood right before Abraham in confused grief. It had taken falling and heaving in a dozen large breaths or so for the ringing in my head to fade into a background noise. Even then, every breath was a struggle to take. The world around me had spun into a dizzying swirl of colors blending nauseatingly into each other. My eyes grew foggy with unshed tears. So many weapons this body had borne. So much hurt this body and heart had taken yet none could compare to this. It felt like nothingness. It felt like I'd lost a part of myself. I could hear them talking. I could see Conri read through my letter. I could feel and hear Areli’s compassion, trying and failing to console me. Abraham tried but those in werewolf form were back and everyone was too busy to rile them away from him. The tears glistened in my eyes but never fell. Papa. Did he suffer? Was he scared? I always thought that if the day was to come, I would be by his side holding his hand and singing to him with my voice
Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and being patient with me. It has been decided that the vampires and the dragons will each have a series of their own continuing from their books in this series. I would also like to apologize because as I revised the book, I realized that most of the time instead of writing Areli, I wrote Alina which must have been confusing for some of you. Thank you so much for supporting and being a part of this journey guys. Next on the list is Logan’s story (THE ROYALLY SCREWED ROGUE) I will start updating the book next month. I will also start a new werewolf series this month. To stay updated, please check out my f* pg (Setiyele M.) Lots of love, Tema G.M
Brum was following me around like a lost puppy and I hated it. He was there when I got out of the shower. The bed was made, his shoulders lowered in defeat. He was there when the ladies brought in an outfit for me. He was there as I stood, fully dressed, ready to address my people. He went to pull on his t-shirt and shorts, walking after me, irking me with his presence that I tried and failed to ignore.I walked out of my royal quarters, staring at blank walls. I valiantly ignored my churning emotions, a consequence of walking these walls without my father's presence. I was well and truly alone. The caves and mountain seemed larger than they had ever been before. Not even Kia’s wails could vanquish the cold and emptiness of the caves, caves I would reside in alone.They looked darker and haunted. The life and beauty drained out of them.I cocked my head up to the sound of rapid footsteps and met Drakko's gaze with my own as he made his way to me. He bowed his head as soon as he saw me
Ziss’s P.O.VA loud piercing cry pulled me from the dark cloud I had been drowning in. It was persistent, leading me out of the abyss I was drowning in. It pulled me out into the light and my senses sparked one after the other until I became aware. I felt the muted warmth of another body as it warmed my own. I felt strong arms caging me in a way that should have been suffocating but brought me so much comfort. I became aware of the intoxicating scent that healed me with each breath I took. And the most traumatizing, I knew Kia had touched ground on the land.Five heart beats could be counted in the room. The silence was broken only by the soft thudding of their hearts, their constant breathing and of course, Kia’s cries, wherever he was. 'Where am I?', I thought, sifting through a cloud of my last memories but then...everything came crashing back. The pain, the ache, and the heavy grief with the horror of everything that had happened. I found myself clenching my arms tightly against
I had never felt so powered. I was fighting for myself. I was fighting for my baby who he had cut out of me. I was fighting for my mother and how he broke my father’s heart. I kept going, kept hitting him over and over. Uther fought back but it was as if I was immune to his hits because I never even felt them. I roared up in anger, my righthand shifting midair with the other holding Brum by the collar. I slashed into his chest with anger. My grey-furred hand was left red as he screamed like a bitch. I threw his body away, not wanting to end it so quickly. I did not want to make it so easy for him. Not when he tore my family apart. Not when he took my baby away from me. I threw my head back and howled. I turned to pin my eyes to my brother who was crawling backward with his wounds healing. I ran for him. He stood up, turning around to run away only for the warriors to push him back. Uther stumbled right into my claws. I made sure not to hit any vital organs. As heavy as he was, I pus
Ziss’s P.O.V I thought I knew pain. The pain of being unwanted and a constant burden with snide remarks said at your every passing. The pain of watching your uncle stab your mother to death in her attempt to save you while your younger brother watches. The pain of losing your home, your anchor and nearly losing yourself. The pain of being rejected by a person who was supposed to love you. Losing the only person who was by your side from the start. Losing your child. I thought I knew pain but I was wrong. I felt every single string in my heart regrow. I felt each inch of my liver regenerate. I was dead yet alive, aware of second passage of time. I felt my body sew itself together in such an unholy and twisted way. My heart began pumping as soon as the vessels connected only for it to rupture because my body was larger than what my heart could support. The pain of dying over and over again, each time the heart rips apart. My soul crumbled and shuttered. I wished to drift away. I wished
We reached Mount Zion in record time. It was fifty thousand feet, rugged, yet Dante ran up it as if it was flat land. I kept thinking we would fall but he kept going even when the harsh winds began drifting through. We were not on dragon territory yet but we would be able to see in especially with our sharp vision. It took hours to reach the top and when we did, Dante lowered me down. His eyes already scanned through the land. We lay down on our stomachs, looking at the royal village. It was just past morning, people doing their chores yet something was very very wrong. I had a bad feeling about this. We would walk in blind and anything could happen but it is a chance we would take. “Should we start at his village?” I asked. “No. They would have seen what he sent to us by now and apprehended him. He is in the royal village, if he is still alive anyway.” Dante said back coldly, turning around. “He is alive, Dante. He is. Don’t give up hope yet.” I took a deep breath, hoping he was.
We passed Gary and Marshal halfway home. They immediately turned and read between the lines, running after us as we breezed passed them again. No one talked, there was no more sightseeing or adventuring with the children. My mind was set on the dragon kingdom and I knew Dante was already making plans on how we would sneak in. I was planning each and every strike I would make on that vile beast, Uther. I could already see myself nailing him to a rock before flaying his skin off. I'd keep him alive only because I knew Ziss would want to deal with him herself. I did not even want to think of what they had done to her already. The only comfort came from knowing she was now immortal so they couldn’t kill her, right? I shook my head, the pain squeezing my heart and leaving my chest aching. I wished I could teleport there. The road there seemed to grow longer and we did not waste time when we got back home. I unlocked the doors, running to the kid’s room to give Kia a bath. His screams boun
It’s so easy to get wrapped up in your world and forget the other world that exists beyond your comfort. My eyes stared in awe as we gazed into the forest. The children were ecstatic, their eyes mirroring my own as they took in the world beyond our kingdom. Nighttime fell and the real magic began. Insects Dante called ‘fireflies’ lit up all around us, setting about a glowing path as if welcoming us to their land. Kia and I gasped out in pure admiration. Kia had literally cried his way out of his father’s cloak the second we stepped out of our territory. I swear the child had magic in him. He never cried even once after that. He was cooing and giggling as he took everything in with his large round eyes. The dragon twins were awestruck themselves, flying over us, mesmerized by the beauty of it all. I wished we could turn our trip to an adventure. I wished we could linger longer and find cool spots, camp out, but we could not. The closer we approached the werewolf kingdom, the surer I wa
Flavia’s P.O.VThe sixth day of the week was my favorite day. The sixth day of the week was family day. No work, nothing but spending time as a people and as a family. The sixth day was also what I called ‘Kicking Dante’s ass’ day.The field was set, all players in place and it was game time. Kaida and Kyde flew on the sides of the field, ready for the game to start. My little nightmare, Kia lay on a blanket at a safer distance from the field with a few of the ladies watching over him. I was sure he was all grins. The little terror loved female attention.All the teams were ready and I could not help but lick my lips as my gaze fell on Dante. He looked good enough to eat and it took everything in me to not push him to the ground and ride that face. He wore his shorts with a baggy, rugged sleeveless vest which looked like Kaida and Kyde tore it apart with their sharp teeth. A smirk was on my face of course, I was about to make the man eat dirt. I loved my soulmate but when it came to w