"I am Sheera. I was uh..." she paused, realizing from his expression that he knew who she was already from her name.
"Are you Prince Ulric?" She questioned.
Ulric confirmed her thought with a nod. And quickly, she dipped her head in respect.
Somehow, she'd known. Perhaps it was the air of nobility that clung to him, or the faint resemblance he bore to Prince Malkar.
He seemed young, though, no more than a year or two her senior. And unlike Keegan and Malkar, there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
Ulric reached for another arrow, nocked it on the bowstring, aimed, and released. The arrow found its target with a satisfying thud. An amused chuckle warmed his voice.
"Where did you learn archery?" He looked at Sheera again who smiled at the memories of her mother.
"My mother is a hunter. So am I. We've been doing this our whole lives."
A light dawned on Ulric, and he gave a sharp nod.
The reason he was out there, shooting at made up targets was because he needed to clear his head of Zytha. The air around him had become suffocating since the last time they spoke. And despite how hard he's tried, he couldn't get the pretty witch out of his head. He needed her just as much as he needed his next breath. Yet, she was so far away.
But despite his anger that morning, he knew that wasn't the reason he'd been missing his targets. Long before then, he's been very bad at archery.
"May I?" Sheera inclined her head at the quiver beside him.
Giving her the go-ahead, Sheera reached for an arrow and gently took the bow from him. She smiled as she connected the duo and aimed at her target. Oh, how much she's missed hunting!
"I think you're aiming a bit high," Ulric said, noticing the bow was targeted too high above any of the targets on the field.
"Those aren't my targets," Sheera said, three seconds before she pulled the string and sent her arrow flying high in the air.
Ulric's jaw dropped when it perfectly hit a bird that'd been far off in the field, perched on the fence. The bird squawked and dropped to the ground.
How in the name of Hestia was she able to pull that off? The distance had been too much, the target impossibly small. Yet, Sheera had hit it with an accuracy that bordered on the supernatural.
"How... How is that possible?" He scoffed, looking at the bird and shaking his head.
Sheera's cheeks heated as she lowered the bow and admired what she'd done.
...
Keegan, accompanied by Kalaril and three Keepers stood concealed at the edge of the field, watching with equal amusement in their eyes.
They had been on their way elsewhere when they spotted Sheera drawing her bow. Kalaril had let out a chuckle, assuming her aim was poor and off-target.
But Keegan knew what her target was. He knew it was the bird.
A frown line creased his forehead when the arrow hit the bird, bringing it to the ground. While the others expressed their surprise, he expressed nothing, keeping his emotions to himself.
"Wow. That's.... a good aim," Kalaril muttered.
The duo at the field were oblivious of their presence. Saying nothing, Keegan walked away, his companions following him.
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Sheera had managed to snatch a few fitful hours of sleep during the day.
A sudden rapping on her door startled her awake, jolting her from her uneasy slumber.
Drowsily, she shuffled towards the door and flung it open to find a Keeper standing on the other side.
"Hello, Sheera. How are you doing?" He asked with a smile that seemed strange for a Keeper. She'd always known the Keepers to be grumpy.
"I'm... I'm fine." She arched her brows.
"Good. The Alpha needs you to do something quick for him. Come with me."
Tilting his head, he began walking away. Sheera had no choice but to follow
...
They walked for a while, weaving their way through the labyrinthine halls of the Fortress.
Sheera was curious on what the Alpha would want her to do in his absence.
After what seemed like forever, they reached a secluded corner that seemed to house the servants' quarters. She was confused, curious and wanted to ask questions, but the Keeper continued his brisk pace.
Finally, they got into a small room.
Sheera was confused. What possible task could await her here? Was she to become a servant and tidy up the room?
"What am I supposed to do here?" She inquired.
The Keeper's smile, once friendly, stretched into a leer that sent shivers down her spine.
With a sickening click, the door slammed shut behind her, the lock snapping into place.
Sheera's heart skipped a beat. No it couldn't be what she was thinking.
"Sheera," he rasped, his voice thick with desire, "you are as beautiful as your name sounds." He closed the distance between them, each step a violation, forcing her to back away until her spine met the rough wall.
"I actually have a confession to make. I know you are the Alpha's property, and I definitely have no right to even look at you. But from the first moment I laid eyes on you, I have been unable to think clearly. Don't you remember? It was I who had shown you to your room the first time. You are so beautiful, Sheera, and in a bad way, you affect me. I want you. I am sorry, but I cannot help it."
Sheera panicked. He saw her not as a person, but a forbidden fruit he was willing to snatch despite the consequences.
The Keeper reached for her, pulling her by the waist.
"Noo!! Let me go!" She yelled, fighting with all her might.
The young man shoved her onto the bed, laughing at the way she fell.
"Calm down, alright? The Alpha will never know." He commented as he got ontop of her.
"No! No!" Another scream tore from her throat.
She clawed at his clothes, kicked at his shins. But he was bigger, stronger.
Using one of his hands, he pinned her both hands above her head and fumbled with the fastening of her dress with the other.
Sheera could see it coming. And oh, she'll be damned if she gets deflowered by anyone other than the Alpha! She already told him she was a virgin!
"Please! Please! You can't do this!" She panted heavily.
Her cries only seemed to arouse the keeper as he chuckled derisively.
The gravity of the danger she was in registered in her head.
Suddenly, a surge of strength, unexpected and powerful, coursed through her veins.
She forcefully jerked her hands from his grasp. And with a force so hard, she hit him hard in the face, breaking his nose.
The Keeper roared in pain, reeling back as blood streamed down his nose. Momentarily stunned, he stumbled, giving her a precious window of opportunity.
Sheera was blinded with rage and strength she couldn't explain. Pushing him off, she stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach.
He growled and tried getting to his feet, but she was faster. Angrier. She grabbed a stick she found in the room and hit him repeatedly in the head, grunting as she did.
"Rot! Rot, you worthless wolves!" She growled, not having any idea how those lines had come into her head.
At that very point, she didn't know what she was feeling. Or how she was able to feel them at all. All she could think about was wanting to badly hurt him. Wanting to watch the light fade from his eyes.
A monstrous strength coursed through her veins, making her feel like a stranger trapped in her own body. She couldn't breath.
It was a power that both terrified and exhilarated her. A raw, untamed force that threatened to tear her apart.
She let out a pained cry when she finished, and only then was she able to get a grip of herself and stop.
She took labored breaths with the stick in her hands. Her eyes widely open like they could swallow up a building, she stared at the man on the floor who was now a corpse.
She shivered and threw the stick to the floor. A cold sweat slicked her skin, the metallic tang of blood filling her nostrils.
Her entire body shook with fear. What has she done!?
Sheera was a prisoner of her own terror. Even as night fell, cloaking the Fortress in its inky embrace, and she knew it was time to go the Alpha's chamber, she found it difficult moving her legs.the memory of what she had done sent a fresh wave of panic crashing over her. The image of the Keeper's lifeless form sprawled on the floor played on an endless loop in her mind.It was unreal for her to had behaved that way. So unreal for her to possess such strength and anger - one that was enough to defeat a Keeper, and...and kill him!She was haunted! It was her first kill as a wolf, and by the moon, the air seemed to stick in her throat. It was forbidden to take the life of another without reason. What if the Keeper's death is traced to her? What if they don't believe she had only been defending herself? How does she even explain herself being in his room? It was foolish of her to had followed him. Her breaths were shallow and quick as she struggled to pull herself together. She need
Keegan had just finished having a warm morning bath. Dressed in his jewelry - encrusted attire, he sank into a chair and let out a deep sigh that came from the depths of his soul. He had a court meeting in a very short time. But as he stayed seated on the chair, he found it so difficult moving a step. He could almost feel the sun-warmed stone beneath his feet, the gentle caress of the breeze against his face. A serenity unlike any he'd known in years washed over him. Every muscle in his body unclenched with pure relaxation seeping into his very bones. If only he didn't have so much responsibilities, he could sleep the whole day. Keegan couldn't fathom where this sudden sensation came from. But what he did know was at what point it started. It happened the previous night right after he had gotten off on the new maiden. It was wild that anyone could ever feel that way after intimacy. However, he waved it aside as a blessing from the goddess. It didn't take too long before his bli
Keegan had a busy day going in and out of the courtroom. When you ruled almost the entire North, a lot of challenges was bound to happen on a daily basis. If it didn't have to do with terrestrial dispute, it would be hunting woes. Or internal conflict. Or partners trouble. Or betrayers. It was a never - ending list. In addition, he had a very pressing issue which he discussed with his Pack Council. Over the months, there have been reports of young wolves being abducted from their homes. It always happened when the wolves were alone and vulnerable. And it was an issue that'd been a burden to Keegan and the Pack. However, they finally received some information on the whereabouts of the wolves. It was said that they were being held hostage in a Hamlet far away from the North. Keegan and the council members discussed the issue extensively and came to a conclusion that they were going to attack the Hamlet to rescue the wolves. And considering the intensity of the abduction, Keegan dec
Sheera and Tabitha were in her room, eating some chips Tabitha had come with. Earlier that day, Tabitha had come in to check up on her. She brought Sheera some hot tea and advised her to bath with very warm water to ease the pain in her legs. In addition, she provided her with some lim'ma herbs to prevent conception. Now, by evening, as they sat in the room, chit-chatting, Sheera was already a little relieved. She was talking to Tabitha about coming to assist in the kitchen from time to time. But Tabitha was against it, insisting Sheera should enjoy the comfort of the Fortress and not bother herself simply because she was bored. "The name of the woman we answer to is Rena," Tabitha said. "She is very strict. And I doubt she shall pay any heed to your suggestion.""But why? It's not like I was brought in here as someone special. I am barely a...""Who else have you seen being the Alpha's 'plaything' Sheera?" Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Few have even laid eyes upon the Alpha's chambe
True to his words, Sheera didn't leave for several hours. She laid in his bed, face down and her breath shallow. Her lower body throbbed with a relentless ache, she feared she'd lack the ability to walk when the Alpha finally releases her to go. He was at his balcony, covered in a black robe and drinking wine from a silver goblet. His hand was tightly wrapped around the goblet as he took in the last drop. Then, he glared it at it and held it with such force like he wanted to crush it. Sheera shivered when she heard him come into the room. She heard the sound of the goblet dropping with a hard thump before his approaching footsteps reached her ears. She wanted to run away. Get down from the bed and leave the room. But she knew that would be disastrous. Unless she runs out of the Fortress, she'll be imprisoned and punished. And if she 'did' run out of the Fortress, the Alpha would come after her family and have them punished severally. Despite how hurt and scared she was, she knew
Kalaril flanked Keegan as they approached the assembled horses and Warrior Hounds. There were fifty Warrior Hounds and each had a horse and weapon to themselves. Of course, they could run faster than the horses if they were in their wolf form. But the journey ahead of them was a long one. Eventually, they'll need to shift and rest at nights. Their clothes would be torn by the time they've shifted back to human form, leaving them to roam naked - which wasn't a thing a lot of them appreciated. Unless there was an emergency. That was the reason horses were their trip partners. Kalaril had a little discussion going on with the Alpha even as they reached the horses and warriors. The Warrior Hounds - like their name - were highly trained and skilled fighters of the pack, meant and always ready to go to war. They always received special treatment in the pack while spending most of their time training. And they were never bothered for any reason until it was war time. Keegan had hundreds
"Greetings, Mistress Thessaly," she curtsied.Thessaly met her bow with a stony silence, her jade eyes assessing Sheera with cool indifference. She had a delicate fragrance clinging to her clothes - one that Sheera loved. And the lady was really pretty - much pretty than Odessa, if Sheera had a say. "Um...how are you doing, my lady?"Thessaly's response was a sharp retort, laced with impatience. "What do you want?""Oh. Nothing really. I just... I wanted to thank you for standing up for me the other day. You know, when Mistress Odessa had been trying to intimidate me before we went hunting."Thessaly gave her a puzzled look. She threw back her head and laughed. "I stood up for you?" Her eyes held amusement. "Do you even realize who you are talking to? I barely even noticed you, girl. All I did was try to get under Odessa's skin, and you were just the available tool. Listen, I do not care about you. The only person I care about is Odessa and that is trying to hurt her as much as I c
Keegan went over to the spared humans who were on their knees with their hands behind their heads. Simply because they were allowed to live didn't mean they were in a better shape. They had cuts and bruises all over their faces and bodies."Who is your leader?" He crouched in front of the first man and asked. They'd made sure to kill those who seemed 'ordinary' enough, and leave out the ones with the tendency of being in charge. The average - aged man hesitated, grounding his teeth. His rebellion was quickly doused by a surge of pain as Keegan's claws sank into his gut. He threw back his head and groaned in pains. "You better make use of those teeth and start talking. My patience wears thin as a cobweb," Keegan leaned closer, his breath hot and fetid against the man's ear. He didn't withdraw his claws from the man's stomach. "He...He is gone!" The man cried at last. "I.... I swear it! You are two days late. He already left.""Who is 'he'?" Keegan sent his claws a little deeper.