Luna's Pov
It 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 checked on the horses, walking back and forth between the rows. One of the things I had found out during my stay here was that Jamil took it upon himself to check on the horses, every now and then. Even choosing to take them for a ride sometimes. With someone like him, the stable boy would be very glad to have his job. I wished my master could be like that. But then again, I knew why he was always so moody and I wasn't about to help him. "Why does Indrik need that?" He continued, still focused on the horses. "To further frustrate my life, I guess?" I muttered. "He said he needed it to help him feel better. Apparently, his wounds still itch." My voice was bitter as I kicked a lone straw that had fallen by my feet. He had been rubbing the mane of a beautiful white mare when he turned toward me. "Another fight, huh?" He questioned to which I huffed. "More like bullying. Did I ever tell you that your friend is a jerk?" "Only about a million and a half times." He replied, his lips curling. Being the only one person who seemed to not hate my guts in this entire pack, I had grown closer to Jamil over the course of the past few days, partly because I always needed his help in finding the strange things that I was being asked to find all the time and partly because I needed him to show me the path that could take me out of this pack. I had no luck with the second because no matter how friendly Jamil might be, he wasn't going to expose his pack's secrets to me. The other though, had been working out pretty well. Like today for instance. Indrik had spent most of the day sleeping like he always did which meant I had had a moment's respite. Tired from not being allowed to sleep because the breeze from the window had not been enough so I had had to create more air, with my arms. I had made my way to my room and drifted off without any delay. The next time I awakened was to Indrik standing over me, glaring at me with his arms folded. Somehow, he suddenly lost his strength as he stumbled back to his room. Next thing I knew, he was asking me to get him some wolf spurt so he could feel better while reminding him that I was the reason for his weakness. "What kind of maid left her poor, weak master and went to sleep instead?" I had been about to remind him with the worst choice of words that he was neither poor, nor weak but I thought better of it. With that, I had been forced out, with the sun starting to sink behind the horizon. No description, no explanation of what this strange name represented, just an order to be carried out without any complaint. I had been stranded until I remembered Jamil and here I was. "Remember the plant I showed you the other day? The one that no pack member other than the doctor is allowed to touch?" I nodded, starting to hate Indrik even more. "That's it." He confirmed my fear, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous gleam. "So, I have to see the doctor if I want to get it? Great!" I really wanted to tear my master apart this instant. "On the bright side, the leaf does indeed cure a lot of ailments so, it is not a wild goose chase." He winked. "Has he always been this bothersome?" I blurted. "Well, no! Indrik is and can be sweet most of the time." I glared at him. "I'm sure he is. Just like Blaire is!" I shot back. He chuckled. "Indrik just happens to be going through a tough time right now but hey, he brought you here. He wouldn't have done that if he hated you. Perhaps, I should tell you a little story that might help you understand him more?" I arched my brows but did not say anything which he took as a yes. "Great! Now, how about we move along as we talk? You still have a long way to go if you are going to complete your quest. How would you like a ride?" He asked as he opened a stable door and led Lea out. "Lea!" I called excitedly, then ran over to her and rubbed her mane. He fitted her and brought her along as we picked our way out of the stables. We walked in silence for a little while before he finally cleared his throat. "So, Indrik..." "Indrik!" I gasped, my eyes widening as I stared at what was happening before me.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
Indrik's PovIn between using my medicine, eating breakfast, taking a walk out to the garden and making small talk with Luna, night arrived sooner than I expected. Through all these, I noticed that something was bothering Luna. She would suddenly stop and stare at empty air till I called her attention or stop mid-speech and frown, her brows furrowing on deep thought. Despite myself, I couldn't help worrying about her but my attempts to make her tell me what was wrong with her all ended up falling through. With night descending and her helping me to my room, I found that she was starting to shed her worried skin which for whatever reason made me feel a little relieved. "I will go get your food now." She informed once I was in my room and left before I could protest. Usually, I was supposed to eat with the rest in the palace dinning hall but due to the state of my health, I was excused till I got better. While she was away, I thought about what we had discussed earlier. "If you man
Blaire's Pov From the moment Indrik had brought that woman into our pack, I had known that nothing could come of it except bad news. This became a reality when she suddenly started to shout in the middle of the night, shattering my face relaxation routine. I would have ignored her if not for the reference she made to Indrik. As it was, I cursed as I dashed to my room. She continued to wail until I pushed the door open after which she stopped abruptly. She had been standing over Indrik in the dim glow of the oil lamp. She turned toward me with what seemed like a smirk on her lip. "You are just in time." My eyebrows arched as I noticed that she was definitely smiling. "What is going on?" I scowled, wondering what kind of craziness she was trying to work up. "I don't know! Why don't you come and see?" She turned and the color drained from my face as I saw what lay on the bed behind her. "No! No! No!" I muttered as I rushed toward the bed hoping with every fiber of my bein
Luna's PovThe palace was thrown into chaos as people milled to and fro, trying to find a solution to the problem. For a while, nobody paid me any attention as they fussed over the weakling who they would rather throw into prison to die of starvation than fulfill his life's dream. I rolled my eyes, irritated by the hypocrisy of these people. Indrik had started to foam at the mouth when they decided to take him out of the room. They gave him honey, tried other herbal mixtures that they could work up but nothing worked. I sneered as I watched all their attempts that were bound to end up in failure. Finally, Blaire seemed to remember me as she turned toward me, her eyes burning with hatred. "What have you done to him?" She growled. Silence settled in the room as everyone else turned toward me as though just realizing that the maid should know what happened to her master. "Who? Me?" I asked, feigning the best incredulous look I could manage as I placed a hand on my chest. "Young girl
Blaire's PovI watched with bated breath as the Pack’s physician ran tests on Indrik. He checked his eyes, his tongue, his lips and a host of other places. He mumbled something under his breath as he repeated the tests. By the time he looked up, his eyes were wide with terror. "That girl!" He muttered through gritted teeth. "Can he be treated?" Beta Green asked, stepping forward. His body seemed to sag and his voice was weary from all that was going on. The physician shook his head. "The girl chose her poison well. This is Voldemort's root." I stared at him blankly, not understanding what that meant but obviously, the Beta understood and so did my mother as they gasped in disbelief. "What?" My mother gasped. "But that is impossible. Where could she possibly have gotten it?"The physician bowed his head. "From me. She asked me about it this morning when she came to get his medicine. I had totally forgotten about that till now."Silence reigned for a moment before mother spoke again