Lily’s POV
It 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 day was not good as I saw my father and Shawn getting injured by Smithson. Unable to bear the sight any longer, I turned and ran, tears streaming down my cheeks as I went in search of my mother. I found mother in the woods, gathering some herbs. Looking at my distraught face, she knew something was wrong. She held my hand and we raced back to the meeting chambers. Getting back into the meeting room, we were not prepared for the sight that greeted us. My father and Shawn lay severely wounded on the ground, their human forms battered and bruised, while Smithson was nowhere to be seen. With a heavy heart, Shawn lifted his eyes to meet mine, his face twisted with so much. “He will be back.” He said, his voice laced with grim resolve. And in that moment, I knew that the battle was far from over. The struggle for our pack's survival had only just begun. As the days wore on and my father and Shawn struggled to recover from their wounds, the atmosphere in our home grew heavy with tension. My mother and I kept ourselves occupied with the preparation of potions and the tending to various needs of our pack, but beneath the surface, we were living in anticipation of the king’s verdict. I hoped it would be a less damning verdict. Then came the day of the King's verdict. Mother and I were mixing potions when we heard shrills of screams outside. I passed my mother a worried look. Without a word, I made a split-second decision and darted outside our cabin, my heart hammering in my chest with fear. The sight that greeted me stole the breath from my lungs, burnt cabins, screaming women, a gruesome sight of scattered limbs, dead children, women and men. Then I noticed some of our defenders fighting head-on. “The pack's under attack!” I cried out, my voice laced with disbelief and horror as I took in the nightmarish scene below. My mother appeared beside me, her expression was encouraging, but I could sense her fear. “We need to help.” He said, her voice steady despite the chaos unfolding before us. “No mother. This started because of me, so I will find a way to end it. You go look over Dad.” I replied, tears already streaming down my face. “Oh child, don’t blame yourself for what happened. We don’t stand a chance against them. I cannot bear to lose you.” Mother cried. My eyes gave way to the tears that had long since welled up and threatened to fall. I stood fixed on the spot as my eyes took in the sight of the horror that befell us. This was happening because of me. I could not bear to stand watch and see our pack wiped out because of me. I turned to my mother, with tears clouding my amber-green eyes. “But we can't just stand by and do nothing!” I declared, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and resolve. “We have to fight back.” “Okay.” Mother said as she cast the momentary spell on me, darkness closed in, swallowing me whole until consciousness slipped away like a wisp of smoke. A few moments later, I woke up in a daze. I realized I was in my room, but there was a thick smell of blood hovering in the room. My heart hammered in my chest as I turned to see Shawn, his form battered and bruised, wounds covering his once youthful features. “Shawn!” I cried out, my voice trembling with fear and anguish as I rushed to his side. Seeing me awake, Shawn tried to come to me but I already made my way to him. “Lily.” He whispered, his voice choked with emotions. “Mother and Father... they're gone.” ”What!” I screamed but Shawn immediately covered my mouth with his bloodied hands, only letting go when I was relatively calm. “No,” I whispered as tears began streaming down my cheeks. “They can't be...” But Shawn's gaze was steady, his expression haunted by the weight of loss. “Crimson Valley has fallen.” He said, his voice heavy with sorrow. “We are the only ones here Lily and we have to leave now.” I could not believe that the Silvershade pack was gone. The instructors at the potion house, the women, the children, and even Shawn. “What about the others?” I asked, my voice choked with emotion. Shawn shook his head, his eyes downcast. “They're... they're gone.” He said, his voice thick with grief. “We're alone, Lily. There is no one else.” As I was about to give him a response, I heard Smithson's voice bellowing in the hallway as he hurled insults at me. “Ignore him, Lily,” Shawn said. He coughed and I became frightened. I had to do something. I patted Shawn's back to bring him some comfort. Then I fetched him some water and potions, doing my best to ease his pain and soothe his wounds. But in the potion, I mixed in some herbs that would hurl him to sleep. After drinking the potion and taking some water, Shawn became drowsy and fell asleep on me. “I'm sorry, Shawn,” I murmured my heart heavy with guilt. “I should have been stronger, I should have protected you earlier.” I sobbed silently.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.
Lily's POV Stirring awake as the first ray of sunlight filtered through the small window, my head throbbed with a dull ache. I groaned and sat up on the cold floor where I slept. Leaning against the cool stone wall, I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pounding in my head.In that brief moment, memories of the previous night flooded my mind. After leaving Marcus's room. I roamed the west wing looking for Amelia, the scar-faced head maid. I had gone around in search of where she might be as the head maid, but I did not find her.And everywhere I turned, I was met with disdainful glances and whispered insults by the servants and slaves who saw me.“She is dressed like a whore.” I heard one say.“How can she be so shameful? She is proudly walking around with a fake wig and wearing Master Marcus's favorite shirt.”I heard their murmurs as I passed by, but their words meant nothing to me. Even if they called me a whore with fake hair color, mocking the shirt I wore