Indrik's Pov
"Is there a problem?" I snapped, not very happy with the knowledge that Luna had been staring at me without blinking. She scoffed as she walked forward and dropped the tray she was still holding on the bed before me. "Here! I hope you like that." "Wait!" I called glumly, halting her in her steps. I opened a platter and the heavenly aura of pot roast filled my nostrils. I almost sighed in satisfaction but instead, I slammed down the cover on it as hard as I could, sending her a fierce scowl. I opened the others as I continued to scowl, much against my stomach's volition. At the end, I raised my head toward her, "what is this?" I growled and it really wasn't that hard to look angry. I had already been slightly irked by her announcement that she would not train me and then, Veronica had come along too. Seeing her, I had barely been able to hold myself from swinging my arm in her face. That was how annoyed and irritated she made me feel. All of that anger needed an outlet which Luna just happened to be. She frowned as she walked closer, stretching her neck to catch a glimpse of what I was talking about. "You don't like the food?" She questioned, barely managing to hold in her irritation but I couldn't care less. She was the one who had decided that was all she was going to be so she was going to have to learn to live with that. "I changed my mind. Since the doctor advised me to take fruits, I have decided to go along with that. But those would not do. I need fresh fruits so, I want you to go to the palace garden and get me some." A look of absolute hate burned in her eyes for a moment but I couldn't care less. "Run along then. I am starving." I muttered, staring her down coldly. She huffed angrily but left nonetheless, the door shutting with a loud report. I winced, feeling sorry for the door that had been rough handled twice in a row. With her gone, I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It was a beautiful thing to look at with the emblem of the Pack displayed beautifully at the center, a white wolf standing at the edge of a cliff, his snout turned up in a howl while the full moon beamed brilliantly behind it. Around it were other intricate designs that always calmed me down. They didn't disappoint even now as I stared in contentment, taking them in. I was watching them with a smile when I heard a knock at the door. I frowned, wondering who it was. It couldn't be Luna because she knew better than to knock. The knock came again. "Who is there?" I tried to call but all that came out was a squeak. I groaned in frustration. The door opened with a slight squeak as a familiar face peeked in. She looked around before finally fixing her eyes on me with a look that bothered between relief and surprise. "You are awake!" She muttered like she couldn't believe it as she helped herself into the room. "Blaire!" I breathed, glad to see her in the light of day again. She wore a black gown that fit her perfectly. I could not see what she wore on her feet but I didn't need to see to know it would be just as good. Small sweat drops shimmered on her forehead giving me the idea that she had run all the way here. She scanned me, her eyes resting with displeasure on the sores that dotted my skin. "I didn't know you were awake already. You were unconscious for two days. I've been so worried. How are you feeling now? Do these hurt? Do you need something?" Her words ran into each other with her barely stopping to breath. I placed an arm on hers, hoping she could see the gratitude in my eyes. "I'm fine, Blaire and it is all thanks to you. Thank you for..." I was interrupted by a cough during which time Blaire slipped her hand from mine and got me some water. I downed it in a gulp and started to feel better. "I am sorry I couldn't come after the third day. I..." Her voice caught in her throat. "Blaire! You don't need to apologize. Without your help, I doubt I would be in so good a shape. I hope you know how grateful I am. I will make it up to you one day. I promise." And I meant every single word of it. She seemed to be caught between the desire to cry and the urge to crush me in a hug for a moment. She settled for the latter much to my relief. I really couldn't afford to deal with crying ladies right now. We remained in the embrace for a while during which time I noted her vanilla scented perfume that was rolling off her in pleasant waves. In a way, she reminded me of Veronica in that they were both fans of makeup and accentuating beauty. The difference was that Blaire did it in a way that complemented her beauty. It seemed to scream, I know I am beautiful, take a look and be convinced. And, yeah, she is beautiful. Lush brown waist length hair, white eyes that are set under elegant brows in an equally impressive face, flawless milky white skin, need I say more? Veronica on the other hand was totally dependent on it. She seemed to apply makeup in a bid to conceal her identity and create a new one with powder and paints. That, was not something I fancied. We separated from the hug as she sat beside me, one leg crossed over the other, picked up a strand of her hair and started to twirl it around her fingers,a playful light that I could recognize entering her eyes. I tensed, knowing she was about to say something I would likely strangle her for. She didn't disappoint. "I saw your fiancee on my way here and she didn't look very pleased."Blaire's PovI could barely hold in my smile as Indrik fumed. Watching him get mad was always a fun thing to see. From the way his forehead wrinkled, to the way his face hardened as the muscles on his face stood out, to the way his lips curled cutely, to the way his eyes blazed like it was going to break out in raging black fire in a moment, to the way his jaw clenches in a perfect manifestation of masculine beauty, everything about him does in fact go from handsome to dangerously cute whenever he is mad. "She is not my fiancee!" He growled, his voice husky from his trying to keep his anger in check. His eyes blaze in silent warning for me to get off the topic but I wasn't about to stop when my fun was only just starting. I smirked as I moved even closer taking note of his clenching fists. They are not muscular, in fact, the sight of them would be enough to make the weakest wolf in the pack go mad with laughter but somehow, it still managed to accentuate his beauty. Yes, I did call h
Veronica's PovTears stung my eyes as I spurred the horse to move faster, the wind clawing at my face. My heart felt heavier than lead in my chest as I recalled how Indrik had spurned me, disgracing me even before his maid. The path before me blurred as the tears poured without restraint. Reaching the golden gates of the palace, I barged in, barely noticing the beautiful sights that rolled past. The horse pulled to a stop before the palace and I slid off it, not caring about what happened to it as I ran into the palace. I could barely see ahead of me as I made my way to my room. "Where are you coming from?" The booming voice of my uncle stopped me in my tracks just as I reached out toward my doorknob. My entire body trembled at the realization that I had been caught red-handed. I knew I was supposed to turn around but my face was still wet with my tears so I didn't dare to. "Vee?" He called again, more softly this time as he started to approach me. An involuntary shiver consumed me
Indrik's PovThe days have been crawling by slowly. Way too slowly. What with my master refusing to train me. I have tried everything I could think to do, from begging, to threatening, to trying to make her life a living hell all in a bid to get her to train me but she stubbornly keeps refusingNow, having totally run out of options, I have been starting to grow a little bitter. So bitter that I now send her on errands more for malicious reasons than to get her to change her mind. I looked around the room and groaned in annoyance. Everything in the room seemed to be placed there to make me mad. From the plush rugs, to the beautifully painted walls, to the magnificent designs above. Everything. I groaned again as I got out of bed. Yeah! Another reason I was so mad was because I had recovered fully or almost fully, at least. Enough to move around and enough to start training but my master still would not agree to train me. I got dressed and stepped out of the room, eager to get a brea
Luna's PovIt has been a week! A week since my master has awakened. A week since I have had to endure his endless bullying as well as the sharp tongue of his, what is she again? His sidekick? Friend? Bootlicker? Sheesh! They all fit perfectly and she is just as evil as he is. You know what? Scratch that! She is much more evil. While he was still behind bars, I had thought she was bad, but now that he is free, I was finding out that back then was her being nice. Today, Indrik had sent me on an errand to go get, what did he call it again? "Wolf spit?""Wolf spurt!" Jamil corrected with a grunt as he dropped a bale of hay in a brown horse's feeding trough. The smile he had on his face as he answered my question made me scowl at him. This wasn't a joke! He was wearing a sleeveless whitewashed vest that might have once been yellow above short trousers. His long hair was held in place with a clip allowing him to work without it getting in the way. His body glistened with sweat as he checke
Luna's PovMy eyes widened as I took in the scene before me. "What?" Jamil was a little later in spotting what I was seeing but when he did, his growl was even louder than mine. I ran over to the site of the chaos, my heart hanging in my throat. Sure, I loathed my master but this? This was a little bit too much. Indrik had been surrounded by his half brother, anchor moustache along with his minions. They were laughing cruelly as they toyed with him. Why and when he had left his room, I had no idea but what I was seeing made me boil over. Leon and his friends had crowded around my master and were laughing him to scorn as they teased him endlessly. "Weakling! Come on, fight back if you can." One of the minions cackled as he shoved Indrik hard, sending him stumbling on wobbly feet to another. That one punched him in the face, sending him crumpling face first to the hard floor. "What is the problem? Too weak to fight? Come on, get up brother." Leon jeered as he approached the coweri
Luna's PovThe men closed in on us and I looked around frantically, trying to see if there was anyone around that could help us. We were out in the empty space between the three palace buildings and the smaller ones. Well, not exactly empty because a pretty patch of flowers sat in the center of this space. The buds glowed brilliantly in the fading sunlight. Too bad I couldn't enjoy the view. There was no one around, not that I could see at least and for some reason, I was convinced that even if they were, nobody would try to interfere. I tightened my hold on Indrik as I gritted my teeth. "Get away from them!" A voice suddenly bellowed and right before my eyes, I watched as the buff men were sent flying with painful cries. In no time, they were all sprawled on the ground and Jamil stood above them, scowling angrily. The men quickly scurried to their feet but none of them dared to move closer again as their eyes shifted from Jamil to Leon whose robe looked rumpled as he looked like he
Luna's Pov I opened my eyes feeling rather groggy and achy. I yawned lazily, stretching my limbs and was rewarding with the satisfying crunch of muscles rearranging themselves. I squinted, taking a look at the room where I had spent the night with the aid of daylight that was streaking in through the window. I nearly fell off my perch as I realized that this was not my room. Looking around, I noticed Indrik still on the bed, snoring softly as he slept. His hair spread all over. The bed, his eyes, his mouth. I smiled as I brushed the hair away from his face. I did a doubletake as my eyes fell on his face. Like I had done so many times while he was unconscious, I slipped into the stool on which I had spent the night and propping my cheeks on my hands, admired his face. Despite the numerous wounds, he always managed to look so spectacular when he was asleep. With his sad eyes closed and his facial muscles robbed by sleep of their crankiness, he looked like an angel in his sleep. I remai
Indrik's PovI woke up to my head feeling like it was being hit over and over with a heavy hammer. Groaning, I tried to get up but my arm collapsed under the strain, sending me sprawling once more. I tried to open my eyes but all I could see were tiny yellow dots dancing on a frenzy. "Luna?" I called weakly but no one answered. "Luna!" I called again, a little louder only to be met with the same silence. I felt around the bed to see if she was still sleeping somewhere there but felt nothing. I groaned in exasperation wishing I could fire her with the way she got me feeling like I was the maid and she the master sometimes. Knowing that no one was coming, I attempted to open my eyes again. This time, my vision was a little bit clearer but my headache wasn't getting any better. I raised my hand to my face and felt bumps that weren't there yesterday. My eyes clouded with tears of humiliation as I recalled what had happened the other day. Leaving my room with the intention of getting som