Lily’s POV
Sitting in our small cabin, I watched the flickering fire of our furnace burn brightly, the warmth of its glow casting dancing shadows across the walls of our humble home. Then I was reminded of the story I used to hear a lot growing up. The story of how I came to be. I sometimes do not want to believe how unfortunate I was. In the heart of Crimson Valley, Mother had ventured into the woods in search of healing herbs to create a potion for the travelers who sojourned in our valley. I could still picture the image those words painted; The verdant canopy overhead, the soft rustle of leaves beneath her feet, and the gentle hum of nature's song all around her. While Mother was happily humming to a song and picking what she needed for her potion, fate had other plans for her. You can say, fate had other plans for ME anyway. A sudden slip, a jagged branch hidden under the soil, and mother found herself lying injured on the forest floor. She was seven months due with me in her tummy. The pain and shock of her injury caused me to become uncomfortable with her and wanted out. Her pregnancy was induced and then came the moment when I graced this world with my presence before time. My untimely birth came with its consequences. I could not harness any of the abilities of a silver-shade wolf. I was of a true and pure bloodline, so I was blessed with an ethereal beauty, a porcelain skin contrasting with striking silver hair that cascaded down my back like a shimmering waterfall. My tiny form, so delicate and frail, was unable to harness even the healing gifts that flowed through our bloodline. A few years later, Shawn was born. More healthy and vibrant than I was. Shawn possessed the same striking features that defined our bloodline. His curly silver hair glowed in the sunlight, giving more form to his angular face and piercing blue eyes. Still seated by the burning furnace and lost in thoughts, I was suddenly interrupted by my father's voice calling my name. “Lily.” He said, his tone gentle yet firm, “Come on, it's time for your class.” Rising from my seat, I glanced over at Shawn, mischief dancing in his eyes as he trailed behind me. “Come on, Lily.” He teased, his voice playful. “Let's go cause some trouble.” “Tsk, tsk. We are going for a class dummy not to cause trouble.” I whispered back into his ears as we tailed behind our father.“Hurry fellas, you do not want to be late.” He chided. Soon we got to the potion chamber, where our family crafted potions and remedies to heal and protect. Once we started, Shawn was already brewing a bowl of healing palm, his hands moving with precision as he did his work with ease. “Wow, Shawn, you're amazing!” Sean exclaimed, admiration shining in his eyes. “I wish I could make potions like you.” Sean was about Shawn’s age mate. They were best friends and he was always fascinated by Shawn's work. I just wish I could work with ease too. But I had no powers. Shawn chuckled, his expression warm and encouraging. “You'll get there soon Sean.” He said, placing a reassuring hand on Sean's shoulder. “It just takes practice and patience,” I smirked at him. He knew Sean did not have special abilities like he did. Tired of watching Shawn, I turned and watched intently as our father demonstrated the delicate art of potion-making. His hands moved with a grace and skill born out of years of experience. “Now, kids.” He said, turning to us with a gentle smile, “Pay close attention. This potion requires precision and focus.” Paying attention to my father's instructions, I learned the procedures effectively. “I'll do my best, Father,” I replied, meeting his gaze with a firm resolve. "I won't let you down." After our potion class, we returned home to the comforting warmth of our cozy cabin. Shawn and I played till we arrived at home. On nearing our doorstep, the aroma of fresh venison wafted into our nostrils as we entered, and my mother's warm smile welcomed us. “Welcome kids.” Mother greeted after briefly hugging and giving Father a peck. “Hello, Mother.” Shawn and I greeted in unison but our feet were already close to the table. Seated around the fine wooden table, we gathered as a family to have dinner. Mother had prepared us a steaming pot of venison stew, accompanied by freshly baked bread and an array of garden-fresh vegetables. “I can feel myself salivating already,” Shawn said. His eyes lighted up with excitement as he eagerly reached for a bowl of stew. “Yes, indeed.” Father chimed in, his voice filled with anticipation. “I can't wait to dig in!” “Mother is the best cook in the whole world.” I squealed and we all laughed. My mother smiled with pride at our enthusiasm, her hands swiftly serving each of us a generous portion of the delicious meal. “I'm glad you like it, my darlings.” She said, her voice tinged with warmth. “Eat up, and don't hold back. There's plenty for everyone.” As we dug into our meal, the air was filled with the sound of our cutleries clashing with our plates and the sounds of hearty conversations flowing amongst us. After dinner, we dispersed into our rooms and got ourselves readied for bed. Settling into bed, I recalled the warmth of the evening meal still lingering in my belly. I smiled and closed my eyes as I looked forward to a good night's rest. But as my eyelids fluttered shut, a clear image materialized before me. An apparition of a dark wolf, its form looming large in the depths of my mind. His fur was a beautiful shade of black and he emitted a strong aura. Muscles rippled beneath his coat, and each of his movements was carefully taken with grace and poise. I watched in silent awe as he walked through the shadows, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Piercing black eyes that blended with the darkness, sharp and focused, locking onto mine. Then my hands, with thoughts of it's own reached out to touch the dark and majestic wolf. Drawn to his presence with a mixture of fear and fascination. But as my hand neared his furs, a haunting howl pierced the silence, echoing past my dreams into my consciousness. Startled, I awoke, my heart pounding in my chest and beads of sweat formed. The dream was still very clear in my thoughts. Needing some moment to collect myself, I decided to go downstairs for a cup of water, hoping to shake off the lingering unease that clung to me like a cloak.Lily’s POVWalking through the dimly lit corridors of our home, I heard faint sound of voices down the hallway and they grew louder as I approached the meeting room.“We are only a small pack and cannot afford such heavy levies for King Adonis!” I heard a voice say.Wondering whose voices they were, I tiptoed towards the meeting room. I peered through the slightly ajar door, I couldn't help but notice the tense atmosphere that hung heavy in the air. Father was sitting on his chair, head bowed in frustration, while other members had on them, agitated faces.“I will relay your message to my brother. But be warned of the consequences of your choices.” I heard another say. He looked different from the members of our pack. He had a black rune on his hands and his hair was long and black.He was from the Twilight Ridge pack. The most powerful wolves in the region.I stood there, hands unmoving, feet stuck to where I stood and my breath became a bit raspy. As the realization of what was to o
Lily’s POVOur pack was not so blessed with extraordinary strength and powers, so Father explained how over time, many members of our pack had chosen to crossbreed with other wolves in order to gain more mystical abilities and strength, leaving only our family as the last surviving true bloodline of the Silver shade pack. “But despite our size.” My father said, his voice warm with affection, “We are united by our bond as a family and by our unwavering commitment to each other.”I smiled and Father returned my smile.“Why were you up earlier?” Father asked, causing my smile to temporarily fade away.I hesitated, a bit unsure of whether to share the strange vision that had plagued my dreams. But his reassuring smile made me comfortable, so I began to recount what happened in my dream with the black wolf.As I spoke, my father listened intently, his brow furrowing in thought. “It sounds like a powerful vision, Lily, most alphas begin their hunt for their mates by seeping into their drea
Lily’s POVIt was a rare occurrence for my father to transform. His fur was a lustrous silver-gray and bristled with fury as he bared his teeth in a menacing snarl, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. In this form, he radiated so much power and authority.Beside him, Shawn also transformed, his own wolf form emerging with a grace and beauty that spoke of his youth. In his wolf form, Shawn's silver fur had an ethereal glow, radiating so much of the mystical force that coursed through his veins. His eyes retained their piercing blue hue, glowing with an inner light that speaks of his connection to the mystical energies that surround him.Smithson also transformed into a menace looking black-grey wolf. Father attacked. Claws clashed and teeth gnashed as my father and Smithson engaged in a ferocious battle. I watched in horror as my father and Shawn battled with Smithson. On a good day, I would have been pleased to see Smithson beaten up. But this
Lily’s POVI placed Shawn safely behind the hidden passage in my room, and then I closed it with a heavy heart. Sure that he was safe, I composed myself then I inhaled and exhaled deeply, preparing myself for the unavoidable face-out with Smithson. “I'll come back for you, Shawn,” I whispered to him. My voice was barely above a hoarse murmur.Releasing a heavy breath, I closed my eyes and exhaled for the last time. Then I attempted to call forth the wolf that dwelled deep within my soul. But despite my efforts, the transformation was not forthcoming.Before I could try again, the door to my room creaked open, and Smithson's huge figure stood tall in the doorway. His eyes gleamed maliciously as he came toward me.Fear shot through me as I backed away, my mind began racing with different thoughts on how I could escape. “Stay back!” I warned, my voice trembling with fear.But ignoring my threats, Smithson continued to advance. plastered across his face, was a malicious grin. "You can'
Marcus's POV Leaving my room, my wolf growled as I found my way to Winston's Chambers. I could still feel the haze of alcohol still clouding my mind, but even stronger was the excitement that my wolf felt at having that silver-haired slave.I flew open his door and staggered in. Winston squinted his deep brown eyes as he took in my disheveled state."What in blazes are you doing here, Master Marcus?" Winston exclaimed, his surprise was evident in his voice.I rolled my eyes slowly and settled into a seat close to the fireplace. “I just need some time,” I muttered. Winston frowned, his gaze flickering to the door as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment. “Some time from what?” He asked. I raised my face to look at him. He looked at me with a curious gaze. Fine.“Get me warm water to drink.” I finally said.“That's it?” Winston asked in disbelief. He was a bit chubby with soft lips and cheeks and was most times comical in his acts and other times willing to give his life for
Lily's POVPigs and Beasts! That is what Marcus Blackthorn and his entire pack members are for all they have done to me and my family. I picked myself up from his bed and searched for the remains of my dress from the floor of his room.After wiping out my entire pack, he had the effrontery to defile me. I picked up the pieces of my dress scattered on the floor. One of my beautiful dresses hand-sewn by my mother was now torn and frayed from a man's uncontrollable desire. My mind recalled how my mother would call Sarah, my friend, and myself to come try out the dresses she had made. “How do I look, Lil?” Sarah asked me one time Mother sewed us a rainbow garment made of silk and golden trimmings.“Oh Sarah, you look ravishingly beautiful,” I exclaimed and hurriedly tried mine on.“Now Lil, you look like a princess. ” Sarah said gleefully.“Of course Sarah, I am a princess and will get married to my prince charming and we will live happily ever after,” I replied and we laughed.Moth
Lily's POVBlur background, Cream curtains with gold trimmings. Pristine walls and ceiling. A soft plushy couch. A beautiful king-size bed, covered in transparent curtains that danced to the music of the wind. A rumpled duvet and folds of bedding scattered on the floor. I fluttered my eyes open as I took in the surroundings of where I was. Yeah, I was in Marcus's room. As I finally regained consciousness, a dull ache coursed through my head, and my throat felt raw from the force of my cries.I coughed weakly, pushing myself up from the floor with trembling arms. As I struggled to my feet, I realized with a jolt that I had passed out far longer than I imagined.I stood up and realized I was still naked. Damn it. I cursed inwardly.“I need to get some clothes on,” I said to myself, hand gripping my head as I made my way around the room.I searched the room till I found his closet. I walked in and began going through it in search of female clothing.“There's nothing in here,” I murmure
Marcus’s POVStanding at Winston’s doorway, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and the strong urge to go back to my chambers. Did something happen to that girl? I wish there was a means to communicate with my wolf, then I would know exactly what its problem was.Winston’s chamber was on the east wing of the mansion and mine was on the west wing, so it would take a while for me to get there. But I had to get there as soon as possible.Or that is how I felt.“Catch you around buddy,” I said and left his chambers without waiting for his response.I wanted to be faster, so I used the southern wing, which was my mother's jurisdiction. On my way back, my mother intercepted me with her cohort of witches who believe they are wolves.“Mother.” I greeted, bowing my head slightly.“Marcus.” She called out in response. “Where have you been? I stopped by your chambers. ”It was not because she cared.“I hope you satisfied your curiosity, Mother?” I asked politely but wearing no warm smile.“What are yo