Nora’s POV“Dylan!” I yelled as I came across some glue in my make-up kit. He walked into my room, and his eyes went straight to my hands, and immediately he leapt off.“Come here, you naughty boy.” I ran after him."Mum, I’m sorry!” He laughed as he ran.We had gone outside to the garden as I chased him around a huge fountain.“Don’t let me get you!” I laughed. As weird as this sound, I was losing my breath.Was I getting old? I stopped and held my knee. "Okay, you’ve won,” I said, panting.“Come over here,” I beckoned to him. He stared at me for a while as he tried to catch his breath.“I don’t believe you,” he replied.Hey, how did he know that? I was planning to grab him and kiss his cheeks. He hated it because he said he was now a grown man and not a child."Come on, honey, I have some banana pudding for you,” I said."No, mom, you didn’t make any,” he said, laughing.Immediately, I ran after him, but he got away. Oh, the stairs. I saw a seat by the side and sat. I had sweat drip
Michael’s POVWe walked for like 20 minutes before we got to the foot of the mountain. I sat."Agnar, what are we going to do? The hunting season will soon be here”“I know Herc; let me think,” I said, breaking a twig that was in my path. Hunting seasons in the werewolf kingdom were brutal. Bloody.After that talk with Nora, my mood was in the gutters. I went about my day, snapping at everyone. It was when I got into my room that Hercules suggested that we go out to hang out. This is something we did when we were younger. I managed to get a clear head after sitting here. The wind was cold, and just like a natural balm, it massaged my heart. As I stared at him, memories I thought I might have forgotten surfaced.***********************Hercules and I shared a secret that bound us in a way only brothers could understand. We were werewolves, creatures of the night, and tonight, under the silvered moonlight, we decided to engage in a playful duel.“The night is young, and so are we!” Herc
Malia’s POV (Zen’s mate)As I walked to his house, I had sweat dripping down my armpits and hands. I had never been this nervous. I thought of what would become of me if this strange man vented his anger at me. I knew it wasn’t in my place to interfere, but I just couldn’t sit back and watch her be killed. I just couldn’t. It wasn’t her fault. She was a child who knew nothing about the laws and rules of the land.When I got to the door and was about to knock, I heard a voice, and I froze.“Come in,” a voice growled from the inside. I stood for a while before recognizing that it was none other than this strange man’s voice. How he knew that I was at the door has me surprised. I took in a deep breath and walked in. His chamber was as beautiful as the last time I saw it. I have only been to his room two times since we got here. And those two times, it didn’t end well, at least from my end. I walked in and saw him leaning on a wall, drinking liquor. This strange man, as I have come to kno
Malia’s POVI sat watching the maids run around for chores, and then I spotted Dexter. He gave me a wink, and I felt this urgent need to run. I knew the longer I stayed in this pack, the more dangerous it was for me. I knew I had to leave. So I plotted my escape.The pack guards always went on a shift by 11 p.m.They had dinner together. That would be a perfect plan to run off, but then again, I needed the approval of the matron to stay outside past my bedtime. I decided to put the plan away for a while."Wake up everybody!!!!!!” I heard the cook scream as she threatened to pour us water. We, the maids of the Blood Moon Pack, slept in the smallest rooms in the mansion. The rooms were just like match boxes. In fact, the fish in a sardine can get a lot more space than us in that room. We slept like sticks. No one moved for fear of stepping on someone else.As I still tried to keep sleeping, I felt something wet and extremely cold on me.“Oh my God! Cook, do you have to do that?” I whined
Michael’s POVI woke to the sound of birds chirping. The sun was directly in my face as I tried to get up. This in turn made me squint like someone who was sensitive to light."Morning, brother,” Hercules said. He was in a sitting position.“Don’t tell me that you were watching me sleep,” I said as I stretched.Hercules scoffed. “You wish.” I gave him a small kick, and he chuckled. I sat beside him on the rock. “So what happened?” I asked.“You don’t know?” Hercules stared into my face with wide eyes. I chuckled.“Stop doing that; you are making me feel like I was drunk," I stopped midway as everything began to dawn on me. Last night I was in the woods with Hercules. We were making jokes, and suddenly he announced that we would go home, but I told him that it would be nice if we stayed back. Then, as we roamed the woods, we came across the soured fruit, stern. I hated it. It always made me drunk, and I didn’t know why. Back then, in high school, when I first tasted it, it made me drun
Michael’s POVI walked up to them.“What the hell are you doing here, Jake?" I glared at him.“He is here to see me," Nora said without a trace of a smile on her face. I looked from Jake to Nora. There was something going on. Their body language was one. Anger. It felt like Jake had done the usual. I didn’t even have the time to realize that Nora had spoken to me in a raised voice. She had never done that.“What did you do?” I growled at Jake. He looked away and tapped Nora.“You see what I was talking about,” he said in mock fear.“What were you telling her, you traitor?” I walked closer to him, but Nora was in the way."Michael, did you or did you not visit Jake at his pack?” Nora said. My eyes widened at that statement. I knew at once that the question was a trap.“Answer me!” she shrieked.In the depths of the sea, I recalled a moment Jake set me up when we were younger. It was when he was in my clique. It was when I moved to the human world and was adopted by a rich family. Jake
Chapter 65Nora’s POVI watched as Michael stood still. Like candle wax, stuck to a spot. At that point, I hoped that all Jake had told me was wrong. His gaze was fixed on Jake at first. He glowered. I could see the invisible anger exuding from his eyes. At that time, I wondered if Michael’s eyes were a gun. Was he going to kill me? Then he turned his gaze to me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I saw a ghost of sadness flash through his face. But when I looked to be sure, it wasn’t there. Michael didn’t say a word. His face was expressionless. At some point, I began to regret asking him that question. Maybe I should have spoken to him personally.Then he walked out on us.“Michael!” I yelled, but he didn’t turn around. It was like he had no ears.“You see what I was talking about?” Jake tapped me, and I nodded. “It was as if we had caught him in all his wrongdoing, Jake said.“I guess so,” I said sadly. "Come, let me see you at the gate,” I said. As we walked, I began to wonder
Nora’s POVThere was no work for me today. That I knew was a certainty the moment my eyes fluttered open. A weird part of me wanted to lay in bed, sit still, and not breathe. Maybe if I did just that, all the heartache would go away. I would not have to think about Michael and his sinister plans. It was stupid of me to think that Hercules would side with me. I was outnumbered, too. I don’t think Mia or Zen would be on my side either. That was why I needed to talk to Claire. But then, when I began to lose my breath, my eyes watered. I had no other option but to snap out of it. Obviously, it wasn’t working.I sat up. Running my hands through my hair and wincing at the pain. I should not have slept with it yet, but the memories of how I went to bed yesterday remind me of a zombie doing her nighttime routine. I flipped around and grabbed my phone. Claire had left me three missed calls. I snorted. I mean, she had practically been blowing up her phone all night. I might as well have given h