Lily’s POV
Our 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 dreams. If the female keeps on seeing this vision, then the alpha wolf has chosen her to be his mate.” He said his voice soft with understanding. “But fear not, my child. I know just the thing to ease your troubled mind.” Closing his eyes, Father raised his hands over me as he murmured an incantation, weaving a protective spell that helped to calm my nerves and ease my troubled mind. “There.” My father said, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips. “This spell will ward off any dark dreams and bring you peace and restful sleep.” Well tucked in and with the spell taking its effect on me, I mouthed my gratitude to my father and succumbed to the sleep that gnawed at my eyes. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I trusted in my father's abilities, hoping the dark wolf was not there to harm me. The dark wolf kept appearing in my dreams. As the years stretched on, Shawn and I transitioned from carefree children to young adults. Shawn now possessed an aura of mystique and power, his silver hair wavy to suit his sharp features and piercing blue eyes. Shawn's eyes are a piercing sapphire blue, reflecting the depths of his magical prowess and the icy determination that lies within. Shawn's magical abilities became more mysterious as they were potent. Born of the pure bloodline of the Silver shade Pack, he possessed a rare gift for harnessing the elemental forces of nature, wielding them with precision and finesse. I had also metamorphosed into a more beautiful young lady. My striking silver hair fell in perfect waves down my back like a shimmering waterfall. I had a slender and perfect shape, but I was still fragile. Each passing day seemed to cast a darker shadow over our community. Our Silver shade pack, however, languished in poverty, our resources dwindling with each passing levy imposed by King Adonis. Gathered in the meeting room, Shawn and I were seated, but only Shawn, with his position as the future alpha, was permitted to speak on behalf of our family. Seated among the members of our pack was Smithson, a formidable knight of the Twilight Ridge pack, his presence a constant reminder of our tenuous position within the kingdom. As King Adonis announced yet another increase in our levy, a collective murmur of discontent rippled through the room, the weight of the burden settling heavily upon our shoulders. “Another increase?” Shawn's voice rang out, his tone laced with frustration and disbelief. “How much longer can we sustain this, Father? Our people are struggling enough as it is.” My father, his brow furrowed with worry, exchanged a weary glance with Shawn before addressing the assembly. “I understand your concerns, my son.” He said, his voice heavy with resignation. “But we have little choice in the matter. We must comply with the king's demands if we are to avoid further repercussions.” But it's not fair! I interjected, unable to contain my frustration any longer. Oh! That was a moment’s thought. “Why must our pack bear the brunt of these levies while others thrive under the king's rule?” I asked more calmly but my tone hinted at the anger that was buried in my heart. My speaking up was met with a stern look from my father and a silent reprimand for speaking out of turn. “Lily.” He said, his voice a stern whisper, “You know your place in these meetings. It is not for you to question the king's decisions.” I lowered my gaze, chastened by my father's words, but the fire of indignation still burned within me. “I'm sorry, Father,” I murmured my voice barely above a whisper. Before my father could respond, Smithson spoke up, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “Nobody really cares how you feel.” He said his tone was firm and unwavering. “You must obey the king, and his son, Marcus without question.” "Marcus” The name sounded so familiar, like I knew who was its owner but I struggled to recall where I had heard it before. “Marcus...” I whispered slowly, allowing my thoughts to wander. “Where have I heard that name before?” Shawn turned to me, his expression troubled. “It is my first time hearing the king Adonis’ son's name too.” He said his voice tinged with concern. As tension thickened in the air, my father's expression hardened as he prepared to accept the king's offer, resigned to our fate under the oppressive thumb of Twilight Ridge. But before he could utter a word, Smithson's voice cut through the silence with a venomous remark directed at me, his tone dripping with disdain as he sneered, “And what use is a weakling like her? She is nothing but a burden to your pack, a stain on your legacy.” The insult was like a spark igniting a powder keg, triggering a primal instinct deep within my father's soul. With a guttural growl, he began to transform, his body contorting and shifting until he stood before us in his magnificent wolf form.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
Marcus's POV After the slave walked out, I sank into the soft bedroom couch and I let out a sigh of exhaustion. I ran a hand through my hair as the events of the evening replayed in my mind. I had only gotten back from a long run to meet the banquet thrown to celebrate Smithson's feat, to being given that silver werewolf, to having sex with her, and then to every other thing that followed up until now. I sighed and got to my feet. I made my way to the washroom, the cool tile floor a welcome relief beneath my bare feet. I ran a cold shower and let the icy water wash over me.After a while of enjoying the cold bath, I stepped out and made my way to the closet. I had a towel around my waist and another in my hands as I used it to dry my hair before I could toss it aside with a careless flick of my wrist.Once my body was dried, I pulled on a pair of loose-fitting trousers and a simple cotton shirt, then I made my way back to the bed. Reaching for the thin curtain that protected the pr
Marcus’s POV I stood rooted to the spot at the sight of what I saw. Dead bodies lay scattered on the floor, their lifeless forms battered and unrecognizable. I felt my stomach clench in disgust at the appalling view that lay before me. I took in their different appearances and as I noticed some flickers of silver in some people's hair, I knew who they were.Silvershade pack.I lifted my gaze to see my father afloat in the air with ease. His black rune was sparkling and his face was glowing as he absorbed magic from the lifeless bodies that lay around him. His once familiar features were twisted with madness, his hands outstretched as if being upheld by some mystical force.I took a step forward, my mind reeling with disbelief and horror, but before I could intervene, a thick black smoke materialized out of nowhere, gradually merging into the form of Lord Darkwood. His presence loomed over me like a shadow, his eyes gleaming with malice as he blocked my path with a chilling smile.