Blaire's Pov
It was with great relief that I welcomed the arrival of dusk. I had taken great care to avoid running into Ulo and Jamil which was rather easy considering that none of them had returned to our quarters after breakfast. Watching the huge ball sink in a golden blaze of colours, I was filled with an equal measure of dread and anticipation. Using the cover of darkness, I found my way to the kitchen where I slipped some food that I was pretty sure wasn't going to be missed. With the ease that is gotten from having done the same thing for the past three days, I meandered my way to the dungeon. I had hardly gotten in when the prisoners started their protest which was even more intense now given that I had more or less dashed their hopes the other day. Well, we would have to live with that because there was no way I was stepping an inch away from the center of the path. They raised their voices but I was not going to give them the satisfaction of looking at them. I could see that Indrik was surprised that I would come again with the way he froze for a second when he saw me. "You...you came." He whispered and the look in his eyes made it all worth it. It took all I had to not go rushing to him. I didn't have to really because he rushed over as soon as I opened the door and ran his eyes over me, trying to see if I had any bruises left. "Are you okay?" His voice was heavy with worry. "I'm fine, Indrik. I had to come make sure I did not get you into trouble with the way I left yesterday." "I'm sorry you had to go through that because of me. I was so worried. I am glad you are okay." I wanted to smile but that quickly tapered out when I took in his features. The red light did not really allow me a clear view but it was enough to see that he was not in a good shape at all. His face was starting to break out with boils that must be so painful. I hoped that had not spread to the rest of his body. His usually dull eyes had grown even duller and his eyebags almost nearly reached his jaw. His robe was barely managing to hold together now and the stench... And that was what I could see. I wondered how much worse things might actually be and this was only his third day. I really wished I could get him out of here before he would crumble but sadly, there was little I could do. This further served to deepen my determination to continue to help him. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up." Taking care of him, I realized that he was going more and more weak. More like he was falling apart. He continued to stare blankly ahead not uttering a single sound. My attempts to draw conversation either drew an absent minded reply or none at all. Leaving left me even more miserable but I had no choice. I was still bemoaning his sad fate, completely ignoring the outraged cries of the other prisoners when I exited the flight of stairs which was why I did not see the person that was awaiting me there before I ran into her. "Looking for something?" Her cold voice sent shivers riding down my spine. Recovering from the shock of the fall, I was startled to find my mother standing before me. I swore under my breath suddenly realizing the reason why she had had her eyes fixed on me all morning. The reason why I had chosen to take her keys was not limited to the fact that I could go into her room without much restrictions although that played a part as well. The keys to strategic places in the palace are divided among the three main stakeholders which includes in the absence of the Alpha, the Beta, the Zeta and the Gamma. Of the three, my mother's set are the least used so I had figured she wouldn't notice it till Indrik was freed but apparently, I had been wrong about that. "I asked you a question." The Gamma repeated, her eyes almost as bright as the torch I was holding. "Yeah, I thought this place would lead to the stables. Silly me. I will just go use the good old paths." I replied, making to slip past her but her eyes froze me on a spot. "I thought we had already spoken about this." She sighed. "No, mother. You said what you thought was right and I did what I thought was right." I replied, my initial shock fading and a simmering anger taking its place. My mother glared at me for so long that I thought I was definitely in trouble this time, expecting her to have me thrown into the dungeon till I was ready to be more well behaved. Instead, she exhaled slowly as her eyes softened. "Walk with me, will you?" She turned and started to walk away, implying that it wasn't a question. I locked the door as silently as I could before hurrying after her. We walked in silence till we got out of the white doors which was when she cleared her throat. "What do you know about Peak Druid Pack?" I blinked, wondering what this was about. "I know that we are one of the most powerful packs. We..." "Good, child." She cut me off mid-sentence. "I am glad you mentioned that. You see, a lot of work goes into making a Pack. Even more work into making a Pack that can hold up its head among its peers. It is sad though that it doesn't take a quarter of that work to topple it and the higher you are, the more easier it is to fall on your face." She stopped in her tracks so suddenly, I almost ran into her but luckily, I managed to catch myself in time. "I hate seeing Indrik in there as much as you do. Maybe more. But we have to ensure the safety of the Pack. For that, we must be ready to punish all errants, even if they are frail."Blaire's PovFinally, it was the day that Indrik would be freed. It seemed like ages since he had been whipped and thrown into a dungeon like he had killed someone but finally, everything was going to be alright now. I woke up long before daybreak, eager to see Indrik out in the open again. Soon, I was ready to go but the sun seemed to be taking pleasure in torturing me as it refused to rise despite the fact that it had been a thousand and one hours since I had awakened. After the encounter with my mother, I had been unable to return to the dungeon because my mother had collected her keys and tightened the security out the area. I had spent the past few days worrying my hair off which was what made this day even more exciting. I paced back and forth in my room until I couldn't take it anymore and exited through the doors. I hurried to the other end of the rows of room and knocked on the last one on my row. It took three consecutive knocks to bring the sleepy eyed Jamil to the door.
Luna's PovIt has been two days since I have been tending to my master, Indrik. After he was brought back, I had officially resumed my duties as his maid, cleaning him up, tending to his wounds, watching over him and most of all, making sure that he doesn't join his ancestors in his sleep. Not my dream job, but well... I dropped the bowl of water that I was bearing in my arms on the shelf by his head and took a look at him. Since his arrival, he had developed a huge fever coupled with the huge pink boils that have popped up on his arms and legs. Walking closer, I placed an arm on his forehead and removed it almost immediately. His body temperature was so hot, it was a wonder my palm was not singed. I sighed as I adjusted his blanket and started to give him a wipe over. He had been drifting in and out of consciousness for the past two days, always muttering gibberish in his sleep which was why I was so surprised to see his eyes snap open. It took a while for him to focus his vision b
Indrik's PovListening to my latest master turn me down sent me down a spiral of emotions ranging from hurt, to disappointment, to anger. I almost nearly snapped but something held me aloft. Something that differentiated her from all of my other masters. Unlike the others, she was mine. So, what if she had made up her mind to not teach me? We still had a whole lot of time ahead of us to get used to each other and a lot of time for her to change her mind. So, she wanted to play the maid? Two could play that game. I was starting to enjoy our little game when someone came barging in. Someone that I had hoped would stay away from me, forever. Veronica!I would have covered my nose with both of my hands if she wasn't squeezing them so tightly right now. As usual, she was overdoing everything that had to do with her. I cursed under my breath wishing that I wasn't feeling so weak right now. Maybe then, I would have been able to slip out of her grip and get as far away from here as I could.
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 wh
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