Indrik
Words could not possibly begin to express how much joy flooded my heart when Luna told me that but another thought stopped me cold. "When you say that, you mean..." I gulped, not having the heart to put it into words. "Are you going to show me or not?" Her face was expressionless, leaving me dangling precariously on the precipice of uncertainty. "Uhh... alright." I muttered. It wasn't like I had that much to lose anyway. Well, except for the fact that I was taking her to someplace that no one else, not even my closest friends, was privy to. "So, should we go now?" I crawled out of bed. "No!" She made a gagging face as she looked pointedly at me. I looked down and would have crawled into the earth if I wasn't held back by my skin. I looked like a mess. My robes had become so soaked with dried sweat that white lines snaked across it like cobwebs. My hair felt like it had been glued to my head with tree sap. Everything about me felt sweaty and dirty. "You should go get yourself cleaned up first." I didn't argue. It wasn't until I came back out that I realized that it was already late in the evening which made me realize just how long I had been out of it. My eyes widened in surprise but Luna's appearance soon snapped me out of it. "Here!" She handed me my attire. I would have said she was checking me out if I did not know who she was. That and the fact that she had seen me bare chested several times already. "Thanks!" I murmured, glaring at her. She met my gaze with confused eyes for a moment before realizing and turning around with a blush. I huffed as I slipped my clothes on. "You can turn around now." She turned around and took in the view in a wide sweep before turning to the window. I followed her gaze and noticed that the sun was dipping very quickly on the horizon which was fine by me. "Are we going or not." She huffed. I turned around, blinking back into focus. I hadn't realized I had zoned out. Seeing the window had brought back the memory of the shadow and by extension, all the things I had experienced earlier. I took a look at her attire. She was dressed in her usual simple maid's attire of a plain white gown and flat sandals. "What?" She complained. "You are not expecting me to put on some armour, are you?" She grumbled. "No, but..." I started then shook my head. "Never mind. Let's get going." I headed out, running into Blaire, quite literally. She seemed to have been about to knock when I opened the door. She pulled back in surprise as she took me in. "Hey.." She started weakly with a half-hearted smile when Luna pushed past me. My perfect maid took in the scene in one glance before cracking a smile that suggested she was about to say something very Luna-like. "Hello, lady Blaire." She gave a small bow. "You are here to see master Indrik? We were just about to..." Blaire waved her off, obviously not in the mood to hear Luna's account about a lion roosting in the stables. "I was just passing by." She muttered but the way she scurried off informed me that she had been doing anything but passing by. Watching her leave, I felt a pang of guilt. I had been ignoring my friends these past couple of days. I couldn't remember the last time I had sat down with them in the garden. Not since the time I had gone on the journey that brought Luna into my life at least. I made up my mind to tend to that matter as soon as I could but for now, I had a more pressing matter to attend to. I turned toward Luna to notice her eyes on me, like she was trying to see through me. I waved my hand over her face and was rewarded with a scowl. I resisted the urge to tweak her cheek but could hardly resist smiling as I moved closer to her. She looked rather dashing when she was like that. She stood at eye level with my shoulders but that did not make her any less of a threat. I shoved my arms in my coat and bent my head till my lips were right beside her ear. I took in the scent of her hair, a mix of lavender and a fainter scent of, cinnamon? I decided to speak before she attacked me, the grapefruit episode still being very fresh in my mind. "I would get a coat if I were you. It could get very cold out there." That may or may not have been true. She looked like she was going to smack me so I hurriedly backed away and flashed a grin. "Hurry." I mouthed as I turned and made my way out. Outside, the flowers that guarded the walkway looked rather sad in the quickly fading sunlight with their leaves gathering in a pool at their base. Their small branches looked rather miserable without their leaves and flowers to adorn them but I knew it was only a matter of time before they would start blooming again, looking even more beautiful than before. I sighed as I wondered if I could ever be like them, not having to worry about losing everything because I could be certain they would grow again. Sadly, I was no flower and I did fear a lot. Even now, I was scared that Luna would change her mind and decide not to come out again, leaving me in my miserable state. Having my wolf had not done much to alleviate my fears. If anything, it made me even more afraid because it meant having more things to live up to. I was so lost in thought that I didn't realize Luna had arrived until she cleared her throat, sending me jumping.IndrikAs I led Luna through the winding paths that I had only ever walked by myself, it felt rather surreal. Like I was exposing a part of myself that only I had ever known. A part that I had been too scared to share with anyone else. And the most scary thing was that I did not care. If anything, I wanted to show her even more. Wasn't sure she would want to see more though judging by the hay straws that had threaded their way into her hair. Stepping out of the oaken door that led out of the other end of the palace, I stared at the row of tall, thick trees that formed a green and brown wall several feet away. I was hit, as I always was by the ethereal aura that filled this place. It had the ambience of a place that had been left untouched by anyone, both human and wolf for a long time. I could see signs of this place having been used by someone or some people before, a four feet wide entrance that was flanked by tree stumps that led into the heart of the trees. This entrance was easy
LunaWhen my master led me into the horse stables, I thought, "of course! What better place to have a hideout that no one else knew about than in the stables." (I mean, most people preferred their horses when they were outside, looking prim and proper and ready for a ride, not when they were here, reeking of hay, and well, horse. You would understand if I don't want to go into details about what the 'horse' part means. Not that I minded horses, I mean, I did stop by with Lea for a quick greeting.) Then, he had continued right on to the last stable and pushed in. I had hesitated, wondering if my master had meant horse fundament when he mentioned a hideout. Then, he had walked over to the wall and pushed a door open. I had been so shocked, I had gotten a mini vertigo. Sure, I hadn't really been a frequent visitor of the stables but I had taken in the compartment after he went in and could have sworn the door hadn't been there a second before. "You coming?" He had called, extending his
LunaI stared at Indrik like he had suddenly grown two horns before turning my attention back to the grove and studying them for any signs of them being damaged. I frowned as I noticed a break in the line of trees to the center of the grove. Where there were supposed to be trees, there were creeper plants instead. They had grown very thick and were barely moved by occasional gusts of wind but their presence still stuck out as what they were, a piece of skin that had grown to replace a wound. My heart bubbled with anger as I glared at Indrik, trying my best to keep my temper in check. "What did you do to the trees?" I growled. He stared at me in confusion but I was in no mood for that as I hissed in irritation. "Why did you cut those trees?" I asked again, barely able to hold back from hitting him so hard in his face as to send him back into a coma. "Oh, that." He started casually then froze as he realized I wasn't joking. "I found it that way. Promise. I have tried my best to not to
BlaireIf my chest were like a sack, I would cut it open and remove my heart. If my heart were not so good at serving two goals, pumping blood and making big deals out of nothing, I would have removed it and crushed it into a thousand pieces. If my heart could be removed, I would wash it clean, turn it inside out and wash it clean again before returning it into my chest. Maybe then, I would stop being hunted by these terrible emotions. Maybe then, I wouldn't feel so strongly about everything that I saw. Maybe then, I wouldn't spend every day stewing away in my own tears, but sadly, all of these are but thoughts. My body is made of flesh and bones, thoughts and feelings, things that were not so easily expunged. I sat in the swing, my legs dangling just above the ground, my head resting on its arm, my hand holding its weight. To say I was lost in thoughts would be an epic understatement. Right now, emotions were swirling within me like an overheated pot of thick soup. Each bubble sent
Blaire"What are you doing out here?" A voice asked, nearly sending me rolling out of my swing. For a very blissful moment, I thought that the voice was Indrik's. Maybe I wasn't so pathetic after all. My cheeks warmed as my heart started to beat like a drum being beaten by several hands in perfect rhythm. My lips curled in a brilliant smile as I jumped out of the swing and turned around certain that he had learned his mistake. His maid had shown him her true colours and he had returned to me, the only one who would ever truly accept him with open arms. I could barely hold my legs from knocking against each other in my excitement."Ind..." I started, opening my arms but the rest of the words died in my throat as I spotted the person who had spoken. I dropped my arms and my face froze as an involuntary scowl settled on my face. "Ulo!" I called coldly, the name rolling off my tongue like food that had undergone a major existential crisis in the kitchen. "Sorry!" He muttered, his hands s
Jamil"Are you sure about that?" Beta Green asked, his face looking even more tired in the nightlight. We were sitting in his study, a small room that smelled like books and oil and books. I held back the urge to sigh as I stared out the window and saw the moon beaming brilliantly on the earth. For the umpteenth time, I wondered why wolves could not be like the celestial bodies. Forever fixed in the firmament, not having to worry about having to fall from their perch in the heavens. Come rain, come sunshine, come winter, come autumn, you could always bank on them to be there. If perhaps, it was too cloudy and the sun or moon did not show, you could be certain they would be there the next day. There was no guile or pretense with them, just simple duty. It was not so with wolves. Unlike the animals which we take most of our attributes from, we seem to be more interested in our individual gain than the good of the entire pack. We didn't care who got betrayed, hurt or even died so long as
JamilThere is a saying that goes like this, "what an elder sees that makes him walk around naked, if a child sees such, he would lose his entire essence." This saying rang in my mind over and over as I watched the Beta fidget in discomfort. I thought to myself that I wouldn't want to face someone or something who could make the Beta this panic-stricken. I liked to think of myself as a carefree person who couldn't be bothered by burdens such as fear which only added to your problems but in that moment, I couldn't deny that I felt a huge blob that tasted an awful lot like fear surge from my abdominal cavity all the way to my oral cavity. The panic was so great that it very nearly crippled me. "There is no escape!" The creature had declared. At the moment, I hadn't thought much of it but now that I saw the man before me, I began to believe that perhaps, there was no escape. We remained frozen like that for what seemed like an eternity and a half before the Beta blinked and seemed to
JamilWhen your usually jovial friend starts crying about being a monster, what do you tell them? You are not a monster? Or yes, you are one, so suck it up and make the best of it? Listening to Blaire cry sent several thoughts racing through my head as I thought about how best to get her off her haunches. Maybe if I had had a moment to think about it, then I would have known something better to say. (Note: as carefree and sweet as I like to think I am, I have never for once understood women. They say they are feeling bad so you tell them a joke only for them to go ballistic on you. It is no wonder that I feel more comfortable around my own gender. Even Ulo, who is the worst of us by my own standards does not take my words and use them against me.) I looked up at the sky, making a small prayer as I turned my attention back to Blaire. "Of course not. You are not a monster. Why would you even think that?" I cooed, swiping my thumb over her face. "I am." She cried again, pushing me awa