Shawn’s POVWe sat and ate in silence. After a while, the meal was fast coming to its end, but we were yet to see any sign of his sister. The cook's assistant came around to clear our table.“Thank you,” I said as she took out the last bowl from the table.“The sky is fast turning dark,” Martin said, his demeanor already looking downcast.“Don't give up just yet. She may be busy, I'm sure she'll come around,” I said in a bid to keep him motivated.“Since you believe so, I will believe it too,” He replied. I nodded and leaned back into the seat. I also hoped to know what kind of person his sister was. He does not understand why she was willing to give up her brother's freedom in exchange for hers and left him there for four years.I closed my eyes to take a little nap, while Marton was going through a book. His constant flipping of pages distracted my sleep.“Hey, can you keep it low?” I bellowed.“Sorry,” He replied in a hushed tone.I blinked my eyes open at him, but I met his atte
Leila‘s POVI had expected the show to be over by now, but they kept bickering back and forth like babies, spreading their emotional blah in the air.“I don't know what to think anymore Maureen,” The little boy replied coldly.“Great! This is where the fun begins,” I said, regaining my excitement.That loser with the boy had messed with my feelings but that's all gone now. I could feel the boy's dark energy surfacing and it made me excited for what was to happen.“I'm your mother and I only did you good by allowing you to bond with your father,” Maureen replied.I laughed with glee at the sight, but I could feel that young man trying to meddle with things.“Then why did you deceive me all along?” The boy asked.“Because you were pathetic and too pitiful. Don't come looking for me again!” Maureen shouted.“I hate you!” The boy screamed as he exploded in anger. The air around him was now crimson red.“Is it done?” I asked Maureen.“Yes Sister,” She replied.Great! The spell has been bro
Lily’s POVAs I prepared breakfast for the kids, I got carried away with thoughts from what happened yesterday afternoon.He said his name was Lucas Hawthorne. Hawthorne was the name of Lady Marty too, but I could not make such hasty conclusions.Being able to read through my mind, gave him an advantage over me, in that he knew exactly what I was thinking and it was hard to know if he was telling the truth or if he was only messing with my mind.“Mother be careful or you'll burn your hands,”I was startled when I heard Fiona's voice. “Thank you, love,” I smiled gratefully as I took the ladle out of the stew pot.“Where is your brother?” I asked her.“He is still in the room,” She replied.I sighed, looking beyond her towards the room. I put down the pot of boiling stew and held her childish hands and together we made our way back to the makeshift rooms.“How are you doing Raymond?” I asked as I settled at the foot of his bed.“I’m not good mother,” He replied with his face buried into
Lily’s POVSoon we arrived at Mistwood Creek. The once familiar surroundings now seemed more vibrant, more alive.The trees had grown taller, flowers of various colors bloomed along the pathways, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms and the songs of birds.We stood looking at the great walls of Mistwood Creek. I had intentionally avoided the grave where my parents and pack members lay. I needed to avoid anything that would stir up a series of emotions in me.I sighed."Mother, where are we going?" Fiona asked, noticing how strained my face was.I smiled down at her, trying to mask my own anxiety. "We're going downtown, sweetheart."Raymond, always the inquisitive one, looked up at me with a serious expression."Who are we going to see? Lady Marty or Lucas?"I paused, kneeling down to their level so I could look them in the eyes. "There is this lady that has a special ability to help you control your magic better and as you know, her name is Lady Marty,"Fiona looked
Leila’s POVAs the morning sun pierced into the room through the open curtains, I shifted and turned in bed. I woke up to a throbbing headache, so I immediately rang for Maureen.“Good morning Sister,” She greeted with a slight bow.“Have you found out who he is yet?” I asked while holding one hand to my head.“Why? What is taking you so long?” I yelled at her.She recoiled at my yelling and after I was done, she recomposed herself. “The men your father assigned to us are few and we cannot cover the whole of Mistwood Creek in such a short time,” She replied with an annoying humility.“How long will my father stay confined to his tent house? We need to act fast!” I yelled.“Sister, are you sure it was a silver-haired male you saw?” Maureen asked. I turned and gave her an icy glare. Was she insinuating I was not seeing clearly?“I'm sorry Sister,” She apologized when she noticed my cold stares.I was certain of what I saw. The man was silver-haired, just like his wolf. His aura was inti
Marcus’s POVThe morning felt a little bit too beautiful to be true. I decided to take a walk around the garden.“Marcus, you seem relaxed now the fight of beasts has been postponed,” Winston remarked as we walked around.“Should I not be?” I asked him.“You should be,” He replied.I paused and turned to look at him. He seemed to have lost weight and it made him look better than he was in his overweight form.“Keep doing whatever it is you are doing, it looks good on you,” I said but his next words cut me off.“I miss her,”I turned and looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”“I mean Lily and Clara. They both brought sparkle to this part of the mansion.“Cut it out, they left together of their own volition,” I replied.I missed Lily too, but I could not allow such emotions to overwhelm me. They gnawed at me, but I could not allow them to dominate my mind.“What if one day, she comes back to Mistwood Creek?” Winston asked.“Do you always have to be so ratty and inquisitive like a mo
Leila's POV“Am I just anybody?” I asked, trying to contain the anger I felt within.He did not even lift a glass of water to drink. Sadly I had not tampered with anything.“The more you insist, the more suspicious you make yourself, so cut it. I won't eat or drink anything,” He sneered.I laughed lightly. My laughing was more to calm me down and had nothing to do with what he said.“Fine, if you say so,” I said and picked up a plate of grapes and helped myself to eat. He stared at me while I ate.After a while, he rang the bell and a maid walked in. “Call me Winston,” He ordered and the maid bowed and left.“I thought we agreed on no servants,” I asked after the maid left.“I don't remember agreeing to such an absurd thing, but I do remember you being edgy with the servants around,” Marcus replied with so much composure.I noticed how hard he tried to get me angry, but I refused to let him take the lead in a meeting I called for.I needed him to make his choice now. A foe for life or
Lily's POVWe stood on our way out of Mistwood Creek when I suddenly remembered that I had not seen Grayson in four years. It would be a risky move, but I felt it was worth it. After all, Marcus would not be expecting me.“Who's Grayson?” Raymond asked.“Stop peeking at my thoughts Raymond,” I scolded.“I'm sorry Mother,” He apologized.I looked at him and sighed. “Grayson is Clara's father,” I said to him.“Aunt Clara's father is alive?” Fiona asked excitedly.I nodded and smiled at her excitement.“How about our father?” Raymond asked.Immediately his words registered in my subconsciousness, and the smile that stained my face disappeared before it had a chance to spread.“What about him?” I asked.“Is he alive?” He asked.“He should. Now that should be all about him for now okay,” I said and urged them towards the secret path I had escaped from.They walked with me quietly, not wanting to annoy me any further with questions about their father, Raymond decided to play a game with his
Shawn's POVThe grand hall of the beautiful mansion was bathed in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows.I sat in a chair close to where Sean and Clara sat. Marcus was about to be crowned King of the Wolves.“If you need anything tell me okay,” Clara said as she checked where I was wounded."Hmm, thank you, Clara,” I replied.Thanks to Lucas, I got more preferential treatment from Clara.The hall was filled with members from the four packs. The Twilight Ridge werewolves, led by Marcus, and Luna Crest led by a little girl who I barely knew. The Silvershade pack is led by me and the Bloodmoon pack is led by Shadowvale.Finally, all the pain, struggles, and fighting have been put behind us. As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on Marcus, standing tall in front of the hall.Beside him stood Lily, his marked bride, her eyes bright with happiness. Their children stood with them, looking around with wide-eyed wonder.The ceremony began with the eldest seat, s
Marcus’s POVTime passed in a blur and we have been having a happy season and time together. Every morning was beautiful to behold and every night was as peaceful and pleasurable as I had imagined it.Finding Lily was like I finally found my missing rib.My official coronation was the next day and I had lots of preparations to make, as well as make a courtesy visit to the villages and each pack.“What are you thinking so much about, my love?"I rolled my eyes. “Don't ever say that again Winston else I'll cut off your tongue,"“What? I was only trying to bridge the gap since she's out with Clara," He replied.“You should do that as your chubby self, rather than mimic your queen," I replied, faking anger.“Fine, I'll shut the door after me and send word to have her come back,” He replied, also feigning vexation.“Silly man," I said and we both laughed.By noon, we were all complete for lunch. It was beautiful to have the mansion this lively.“Mother, Aunt Clara taught me how to create w
Lily's POVDamn! I have been such a fool.I ran without considering where I was going. The pain was just too much to bear. I had pushed Marcus away despite my growing attraction to him because I also blamed him for everyone's death.But he was the one only trying to clean up his father's mess. “Arrggh!" I yelled into the sky.I don't know how or why, but it started to rain. The rain started as a drizzle, but it quickly turned into a downpour. I stayed in the rain and cried.Each step I took splashed through the forming puddles, and the cold rain soaked me to the bone. I barely noticed.“Lily, wait!” Marcus’s voice called out behind me. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t face him, not after everything I’d done.The memories of our past and the hurt I must have caused him played in my mind. I kept walking, but Marcus caught up to me, grabbing my arm and spinning me around to face him.“Lily, please, talk to me,” he said, his voice filled with concern and desperation.I yanked my arm free, the a
Marcus’s POVI stared around the room and noticed Lord Darkwood's absence and instantly knew that Leila was a distraction from where the real harm was occurring.I turned to Shawn, our eyes meeting for a moment. “We have to find a way through,” I said, my voice low and urgent.He nodded, his expression determined. “I will use my powers, while you support me.”We turned back to the barrier, our combined strength hammering against it. The air crackled with energy, the barrier shimmering under our powers. But it held firm, refusing to yield.Leila watched us, her smile never faltering. “You can’t win, Marcus. This is my game now.”But I refused to accept that. I dug deep, summoning every ounce of strength and determination I had. I thought of Lily, of Raymond and Fiona. I couldn’t fail them.With a final, desperate effort, we pushed against the barrier. There was a blinding flash of light, and suddenly, the barrier shattered, sending us tumbling forward.I scrambled to my feet, my eyes l
Marcus’s POVMy journey back to Mistwood Creek felt longer than I expected it. As I arrived at the villages, the clamor of battle was deafening.I noticed the full moon's glow on my skin and despite it being dark, I could spot all my runes. My fangs were out and so were my claws.I felt energy surge through me and my senses heightened. The tangy smell of blood and dust filled the air and I could make out the faint smell of cedarwood and flowers.I took out the vial and gulped everything down in one go, before proceeding in the direction of the mansion.I was going to find Lily and my kids no matter what.Arriving at the first gate to the mansion, I noticed Shadowvale and his men transformed back to their human form and whatever was left of my knights hurried behind me.“I told you Marcus, I would be back," Shadowvale said with a cold sneer."And I think you should be on your way out right about now,” I replied coldly.Shadowvale laughed and his men joined him. "Do I look like Shawn to
Shawn's POVMartin and I finally made our way out of the village just as the sun was about to set. The sky was colored with hues of orange and purple, and I could see the moon beginning to emerge, just as I was feeling my wolf gradually taking over me.As we passed through some parts of the village, I noticed some doors hung off their hinges, and debris littered the ground. Villagers with fearful expressions hurried past us, whispering frantically among themselves.“What happened here?” Martin asked, his voice hushed as we took in the scene.“Shadowvale,” I muttered, my jaw clenched. “He must have been here.”Martin's eyes widened. “We need to move quickly, Shawn. He was not supposed to attack the villagers.”“It's the full moon’s effect," I replied blankly. “Let's hurry up to him nonetheless,"The further we went, the more signs of destruction we saw. It was clear that Shadowvale had left his mark, and the villagers had suffered for it.“Damn him,” I cursed under my breath, fury boil
Leila’s POVWalking out of the throne room, I made my way back to the townhouse with haste. Lucas had proven to be so much of a headache.He was supposed to be an easy nut to crack, but he proved himself to be smarter than I made him to be.I had gotten Lily back and left instructions with the dark sorcerers of Luna Crest to make sure that Lucas didn't see the light of day.As I approached the townhouse, I saw Maureen waiting for me at the entrance, her face was pale and lacked any form of the usual excitement."Sister," she called out, in a flat and emotionless voice. “We need to hurry,” She said with a tone of indifference.I knew that who would still be feeling offended about Smithson's death, but there was nothing I was going to do about it.“Why is that?" I asked as we made our way inside the house.“There have been some little disruptions in the lower parts of the village and it was only a matter of time before the full attack began,” She replied coldly.I knew what that implied
Lucas's POV Looking at Leila's retreating back left me writhing in anger at her audacity in turning back on her words. I should have known better anyway, once an evil witch, always a wicked witch. I looked away from Leila and her flowing black veil and rested my eyes on the helpless Lily being carried away by the men who were with Leila. "Make sure she is not conscious," Leila instructed them. "The kids?" One asked. "Leave them as they are. Lucas already did that," She replied and turned to face me. Her dark men who surrounded me seemed to be there to restrict me from doing anything reckless, rather than execute me from the plan. "What happened to your integrity, Leila Darkwood," I asked her angrily. "I don't have one, Lucas Hawthorne," She replied with a sinister smile. "I actually don't have all day to spend here chit-chatting with you, so I will go ahead with my question," She knows who the hell I am. I searched her as she spoke and gauged the strength of the men
Marcus’s POVI was still doubtful of her innocence in all this, but for Lily's sake and Grayson's sake, I would give her the benefit of the doubt."Start speaking," I demanded, my voice echoing off the walls.She looked up at me, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "How is my father?"Really?"Stop playing games with me," I snapped, taking a step closer. "You’ll meet your father if you tell me what I need to hear."Clara seemed to hesitate, her gaze dropping to the floor. After a long moment, she sighed and looked back up at me. "Shadowvale is planning an attack on Mistwood Creek."I felt a surge of anger and concern. "Fair enough," I said. “But that's not all I want to hear and you know it,"“I'm sorry King Marcus, but I don't know who that whirlwind belonged to," She shook her head and I could feel her genuine flow of emotions.“Is there anyone you suspect might be after them?" I asked.“Apart from you, that would be Lucas. He wants the kids, Raymond and Fiona, dead and…” She paused.The