ClarissaWith that in mind, I decided to go look for dad. The study room’s light was on and I believed that dad was inside, probably working on something. I tiptoed my way toward the room after throwing a look at my parent’s bedroom to ensure that mom was sleeping.When I was sure enough that she was asleep, I slowly tiptoed my way toward the study and saw that door was slightly ajar.I sneaked in, careful to not let the curtains rustle due to my movements. My father’s study was almost like a library with loads of books and tomes that were all neatly stacked upon the rows that lined through the walls.Right in the center was a broad mahogany table with lots of books scattered, a few scrolls, and stationery.A small table lamp was placed upon it and a broad map was thrown open on it. My dad was bent upon it, his face scrunched in concentration.He rested his face on one of his hands by propping his elbow on the desk, a pencil twirling in his other hand. “What do you think of the shado
DacreI had spent the night restlessly, too worked up to even sleep.Clarissa, his father, the offer, the council head’s demands, my father’s reputation, and everything else was making me feel too worked up.I studiously ignored how she had tensed under my touch and how she had readily agreed to our arrangement.That girl was a secret I was going to unravel, one piece at a time…with my hands, tongue, and my long hard dick.The clock had ticked on through the night, a companion to my thoughts that were brewing in my head nonstop.Darkness had been replaced by the first rays of sun that were peeking through the white clouds. I sprang up from my bed at the crack of the dawn and headed straight toward the bathroom.It was not a big nor a lavish one, but I only needed hot water and soap. It had that so I let go of my old clothes by hanging them on a peg and turned on the shower. My face looked a bit haggard in the small square shaped mirror that hung on one of the side walls.I wiped off t
ClarissaThe night passed in a blur as I tossed and turned in the bed. Beside me, I could hear Talia’s light snores and I recalled whatever she had told me.Would that really help Dacre? And most of all would he survive the trial? Just who were these shadow assassins and what did they want?Too many questions were whirling in my head to make any sense or let me be at peace. My eyes kept flicking to the clock and somehow the night turned into day and I sprang up from my bed, feeling too restless to do anything else.I went in for a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and changed into blue jeans and a white blouse. I shook Talia who gave a startled cry.“Get up you sleeping beauty”Talia stifled a yawn but before she could say anything, I dragged her out of the bed and literally shoved her into the bathroom.I pulled out my phone and thought of calling Dacre first. I would have mind-linked him but I was yet to shift so I had to contact him the old fashioned way.I was about to call him but
Clarissa A tall and buff man entered the arena and blew out his whistle to make everybody pay attention. Then the council head got up and started his small speech, “Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome all the pack members to the colosseum of Jundra and the trial by combat requested by Dacre Caldwell, son of Alpha Thaddeus of the Thornglass pack from the south. Along with him, Silas Bryce, one of their pack members has also put his name forward to fight. Which is why we will be having two rounds. The winner of the first round gets an advantage over the other person who would participate in round two. The advantage will be shared after the end of the first round. Contestants are requested to come forward.” He announced and Dacre and Silas stepped forward from one side. From the other side, from a small door that was below the seats, a few people stepped forward. They were all wearing masks and were also wearing a black cloak. They were covered from head to toe, making it impossible t
DacreHad Silas not already been injured I would have hurled him to the wall and yelled at him until his ears bled.The guy seemed to have a death wish.I urged him to yield but my stupid friend did not want to yield and I could do nothing except stand and watch.I had to do something…anything.His opponent was smiling wickedly at Silas who doubled up and coughed again, puking blood while more of it continued to flow out of his abdomen.His eyesight looked blurry and he had trouble focusing on his opponent who easily ducked when Silas tried to hit him with a punch. His opponent cackled and looked at the crowd that applauded at him. He then shot his leg backward and hit Silas right in the back of his knee, making Silas fall down.“You rascal”I yelled but the opponent merely turned around to look at me and gave me a grin. That only made me feel madder. He had tricked Silas and I had to find a way to trick him if I wanted Silas to walk out alive.Then I would have to find the antidote
DacreI swore under my breath as the knuckle weapon guy stepped out of the battleground while Aaron stepped in.Aaron had been a close friend once. But I never saw eye to eye with him.And, the fact that he was nominated for this battle meant only one thing.I would be able to even out things and seek vengeance.An eye for an eye.Aaron was tall and well-built, we were almost of the same height. His brown face was littered with scars and a particularly nasty one ran from his eyebrow to his nose.“Long time no see,” Aaron said to me and I snorted“Thought that scar would have gone by now”I was the one to have given him the scar. And, if I had the chance to do it, I would do it again.My hands clenched into fists as we walked towards each other and stood facing opposite each other. Aaron growled menacingly and then we bumped our fists before walking a bit away from each other.The referee blew his whistle and we rushed at each other. Aaron had outstretched his hand into a fist and he a
ClarissaDacre’s wolf had turned around in the nick of time as the other werewolf had jumped in the air to slash at Dacre and slice him in half.My breath had hitched and I had barely begun to show any signs of surprise or terror at the fact that Dacre was going to die.But somehow he had read that in my face and turned around to slash at the werewolf that had his fangs and claws bared at Dacre’s back.Somehow, he had evaded death and killed a second being in front of my eyes in the last 72 hours or so…was it even more? Honestly, I had lost track of time or his kill count.The werewolf lay limp this time on the ground as his body collapsed with a thud, the sound of his bones crunching echoing through the silent arena and his body creating a hole into the land.It was a grizzly sight to watch and the way the blood pooled around the werewolf told me that his healing abilities were for naught.No amount of healing abilities or potions could bring back the life that had seeped out of a li
DacreI ordered Clarissa to open her eyes and watched her curiously. I had all the time in the world to grab a towel or a nurse’s uniform but somehow Shadow did not let me do that.My wolf let out a growl after the battle had subsided. I had used that to make my wolf be at ease and let the passion die down but when I heard the way her heel tapped on the floor behind me, I knew it was her.Part of me had been relieved to find out that Silas was okay and out of harm but the other part was simply restless. I was not sure what was going on but I knew that nothing was going to go right with Aaron’s death.I somehow dreaded the conversation with dad aka Alpha Thadduess and what new trade I would have to do in exchange for this crime.Somehow these days whatever I did, I ended up in a mess. My brain wanted to pin all the blame on the stupid girl who had bumped into me at the pub and was now tailing me but my dick went rigid upon hearing her approach me.The memory of my daydream of her givin