The storm outside continued to rage on, the wind howling through the trees and the rain coming down in a torrential downpour. I could hear the sound of thunder in the distance, and I knew that we were in for a very very rough night.Malik stood up, and he placed his bloody hands on my chest, and my face, but I violently hit his hands away. "Get your filthy bloody hands off me." I howled."You're crying?" Malik said in a curious tone."Why won't I cry?" I roared. "You just brought an end to my only source of joy, and you expect me to move on like nothing happened, aight.""Hmm. This is not the time to think with your heart. Think with your head instead. That's all I'll say for now, at least you saw with your eyes, how she kept stepping on my toes." Malik said in a cold tone. He had no remorse at all, for the evil act he just carried out, and that was making me fume, with anger."I don't give a fuck about what Melinda has done for you, because for every meter Melinda has run for you. I,
The next morning, Malik and I were outside the cave in a clearing in the woods.I was ready to make him pay for the pain that he has caused me. Even if the least I would do is punish him by removing his nails. At least that'll give him an insight into the pain he made me go through.I frowned my face, looking at him skeptically as he slowly held out his hand.There was no knife or pliers around, so I resorted to using my claws to mete out my fury.I grabbed his hands and I held them tightly. I first applied the claws to his left thumb finger and I began to pull it out. Malik winced in pain, but he didn't protest. I kept pulling and pulling and things began to get messy. His flesh was getting torn off, and blood was also gushing out uncontrollably from the fingernail wound. I was undeterred, and after I successfully pulled out his left thumb, after several minutes of pulling, I heaved a heavy sigh, and I went for the next one.I repeated the process with his right thumb finger, and t
***CASSANDRA'S POV***It was already late in the night, and the moonlight was shining through the windows of my office, leaving an illuminated glow on my table.I was still relaxing in my chair, picturing in my head, how I will have a clean sweep, against all the packs on this continent, with my war machine in the person of Ubuntu; how I will have an empire that spawns beyond the eyes can see; how I will become the mighty Empress akin to Alexander the Great, that'll be worshiped and revered by all. Yeah, that'll surely be a marvelous sight to behold, and I seriously can't wait to achieve this. And when I succeed with this plan, I'll make sure I find a way to kill my war machine, Ubuntu. I can't afford to keep a glaring threat, so powerful as him, so close to my grand throne.Zelina ran into my office, with his face crumpled, and a sense of urgency creeping over him. "Ubuntu is here." He announced."What!!" I exclaimed. "Wait, why the fuck is he here? Ain't he supposed to be…" I wonder
AUTHOR'S POVThank you all for reading this book to this chapter. I am grateful, that at least you found this work of art, worth your while.Moving forward, please let me know what you genuinely feel about this book in the comment section; your constructive criticisms, your opinions about the characters, your honest reviews, and all. I'll be looking forward to them. Thank you.So, I'll be doing a short recap for the first set of chapters. I think this will prepare us for the next and forthcoming chapters. Trust me, we ain't gonna be stopping here. Sh*t, I'm sounding crude, already. Well, I just wanna say, we still have a long long way to go.Brace up, it's gonna be a rollercoaster ride.Okay. Here we go. Let's dive into the recap.Calista Maximoff, started her journey, from the Ridgewood pack, as a young wolfless daughter of Alpha Alex Maximoff.She was naive, and her naivety soon sent her packing from her place of birth, at a young age. She scampered, running for dear life after she m
CALISTA'S POV****Ten Years Later***Woah. It's already ten years, and everything just went fast like a flash. I couldn't believe that it was just ten years ago, since some nefarious calamities befell me left, right, and center.But, I'm grateful. It's been ten years of peace, ten years of love, and ten years of vitality. I am a better person now, and all the hurdles I've had to step over, have shaped me into the best version of myself. Just like the gold extracted from the earth has to go through fire to be called gold. I've gone through fire, I've survived it all, and all I can say is that I'm a better betwr person, right now.I just can't be grateful enough for everything that has happened to me in the past ten years; the good, the bad, everything that came with living the life. I enjoyed them all, the good and the bad — I think that's the two sides to life, and I've also come to terms that bad things are also part of life, and how I handle them when they come knocking at my door
The French village we stumbled into was named — Lourmarin, and since we didn't see any better alternative we decided to settle down in the French village.For me, it was kinda challenging to live among them, I didn't understand their language, and communication was a significant barrier. Despite this, I was grateful to have found a safe place for my pups and I, to stay after the traumatic events we had experienced.Damn, I forgot to say this. On our way to Lourmarin, we brought Meghan, an aged woman who also survived the wicked onslaught that collapsed the Mountain Dew pack.We stopped by at the Mountain Dew pack to take in on the damage one final time, and to properly bury our fallen heroes.But then, as we approached the remains of our pack's mountain, we heard a sound. It was faint at first, but as we got closer, we realized it was the sound of someone breathing. I exchanged glances with Malik, and I wondered if it could be possible. 'Had someone else survived?' I mouthed.We cauti
We were cautious enough, to not reveal our true identities to them, as we know that they may not accept us, and they might feel threatened by our existence. We are different from them in every way, and the fear of being ostracized or even hunted was always at the back of our minds.The thrill of being able to transform into a powerful creature was something that I cherished, but I also knew that it was something that I had to keep hidden from the rest of this village, and I also entreated Malik, and Meghan into doing so.Every day, we had to remind ourselves to keep a low profile, not to draw attention to ourselves. It's a hard task, as our nature often betrays us. We have abilities that are beyond human comprehension, and now we must use them sparingly — it was a brutally hard task to keep up with, but we managed to keep up with it, for ten good years.I remember the first time I transformed, it was an experience unlike any other. The sensation of my bones stretching and shifting, th
We brought home some green basil leaves, yam, antelope meat, and some other ingredients for dinner. Malik loved the swallows that Nanisca of blessed memory, served us back at the Mountain Dew pack. Out of all the swallows Nanisca introduced to us, Malik loved the pounded yam swallow the most, and that was also what he ate, the most. Sometimes, he even jokes that the pounded yam gives him extra strength.Malik had taught Kieran and Melinda how to properly pound the yam, into an edible, smooth lump, and they also enjoyed doing the pounding, because they also fell in love with the delicacy. I still do not know how to pound the yam, and I don't think Malik for once, learned how to pound the yam from Nanisca. I guess he just figured it out all by himself. I think this is a classic case of — when you love something, you'll go to any length to get it.Kieran and Melinda were now able to pound it without Malik's interference, and this time around, Kieran took up the job all by himself. Whe