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
Lily's POV I quietly and slowly climbed over the mattress and straddled Marcus in between my legs.How could he be soundly asleep despite all my movements?I hovered over him and raised the knife over him. This was it. I was going to exert vengeance on behalf of my father, mother, and my entire pack. As I raised the knife and was about to plunge it into his chest, tears filled up my eyes and my hands got suspended in the air.I could not bring myself to do it.For a while, the tears flowed down my cheeks. Then suddenly, Marcus moved. His right hand gripped my waist, while his left hand pulled my wrist with fierce intensity.I gasped as he pulled me towards him, his lips crashing against mine with so much force that it made my head spin. The pain of his fierce kiss seared through me, leaving my lips throbbing with pain.My tears flowed the more. He stopped Kissing me and pulled away. "You're too weak," he spat, his disdain palpable. "Attempt only what you can do." He added.Shame was
Marcus’s POVLeaving her presence did no good because I still found myself lurking behind the trees.I watched her with a sense of unease gnawing at my insides. She sat by the graves and sobbed. I had expected she would wail like her life depended on it.Maybe she was exhausted from screaming at me from earlier on. “Hmm. Silly girl thinks I wanted to kill her.” I muttered under my breath.If I wanted to, she would have been dead a long time ago.But no use wasting my time on someone who is not a threat to even a child born by a human.I noticed her getting up after a long while. She walked towards some wild lavender and plucked them. She placed them on the graves I am now sure belong to her parents.Watching her began to stir me up in ways I could not understand. I felt my chest tighten with grief, my fists clenched in anger and my heart went out to her but my mind refused to allow my emotions to control my actions.I have to get out of here. With a mixture of emotions, I tore my g
Marcus’s POVI immediately stumbled out of the mansion and arrived outside of mistwood creek. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she okay? Why did she not listen to me and get back on time?I got to the dark forest where I left her and thankfully, she was still there. It was hard to move around in the dark forest, especially as the moon was not yet out. However, I was able to use my fifth sense to navigate my way.“What were you still doing here?” I asked her when I got to her.“What do you think?” She responded fiercely.I wished I could read her expression as she spoke, but the night was long and dark. I stood silent for a while before her response came in low but audible enough. “I fell asleep on my parent‘s grave.”“You what?!” I exclaimed.She really was useless and care less for her life.“I thought I had told you not to be late?” I asked her, my tone was cold and icy.“How did you know I was still here?” She asked back.That is right. How did I know? I heard her cry for help.
Marcus’s POV Seeing Shadowvale hold her in his arms stirred up a series of emotions in me. I eyed him.Was it jealousy? “Quite a beauty huh?” Shadowvale said, staring at her face.I ignored his remark. “What do you want? Or is looking at her face enough to let us go?” I asked coldly.Shadowvale turned slowly and looked at me. After a while, he began to laugh. “Easy there wolf. I am not going to eat her up.”“So?” I asked. I just wanted him to name his price so I could leave his presence. I did not like the sight of him holding her and I could neither ask for her from him. I could not allow her to seem valued, or else she would become his price. “Who is this pretty lady here?” He asked after catching his breath.“Does it matter?” I asked back, slightly irritated by his question.He laughed again. “Yes, Marcus. She does matter and seeing from your expression, I can feel there is something about her you do not want to let go.”“Stop sprouting what you do not know and name your goddamn
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