A wave of helpless anger simmered inside of me, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I burst all out with rage, interrupting their little moment, "are we gonna stand here all day, or we are gonna find some suitable shelter.” I snarled.
They both shifted their gaze to me, with a ‘who the fuck is talking’, face. I was scared as f**k, and it was as though, my eyes sank into their sockets. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. Every fiber of my being was consumed by this overwhelming sense of dread and horror. I felt vulnerable and I was terrified that they'd turn their back on me. Maybe Melinda was just using me after all, it was as if they were whispering something inaudible into each other’s ears.“Oh-ok, let’s get going.” Santan finally said in his deep masculine voice. “We ’ll make a stop for the night, at any conducive place.”“Oh…ok.” I heaved a sigh of relief. I don’t know why I easily"It's simple since you are here claiming that you were raped by some beast… Um. Um… and if I heard you correctly, that means, you were forced against your will to bore these pups, so the only solution I can proffer, right now is that you get rid of these cursed pups.""What?" I exclaimed. "Get rid of what? The first fruits of my womb, my sweats and blood, the living extensions of myself. I would never do such. That'll be over my dead body!" I squealed, letting out a fiery exclamation of wrath and disdain."Can't you hear yourself?" I thundered, with my eyes shining with fury. "You're expecting me to get rid of them, just like that. Nah… Impossible.""Ok, I get you. I know how hard it is for you, to do something like this, but I can relieve that burden off your sleeve; I can actually help you do it. We are talking about the pups of an unknown beast, who is lurking somewhere far in the darkness, not knowing the troubles, the seeds he deposited in you have caused you, for fuck's sake." S
Although Melinda had me smiling like a five-year-old, I still found it hard to sleep. I was still wallowing in depressive thoughts. The scene where I put an end to the life of my father was still playing and replaying in my head like a broken record, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. The guilt and fear that followed the thoughts of my father's death were overwhelming, and I struggled to come to terms with my actions and their consequences. I couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, I was being punished for the terrible deed I had committed.But I asked myself again, ‘Was this what the moon goddess meant when she said, “death must be earned, as much as life?” Have I been cursed to keep wandering the earth without a certain purpose, like Cain, who was cursed to be a fugitive, wandering the surface of the earth, because he slayed his brother?”Yeah, maybe I have been cursed, maybe I have not been cursed, but the reality is that I’ve had to wander the woods, like a fugitive. Althou
AUTHOR'S POVMalik drew in a deep breath, sniffing the alluring scents of the intruding party, and for a second, he was amazed at the rate of the speed at which they moved, but he remained calm and undisturbed.His mind was still at ease, calm, and also calculating. He was trying to estimate the strength of the somewhat strange enemy that seemed to be approaching his pack before he made any move. 'Or is it those fools who looked to attack us during the day?' Malik mumbled under his breath, 'well there's only one way to find out…''Wait, why am I not hearing any sounds of distress? How are they even able to evade all our traps? It's already night, for fuck's sake.' he wondered.The watchman for the night, patrolling the border, also noticed the unusual movements around the pack, and when he couldn't make sense of it, he rang the pack bell. The other warriors, in the pack, were alerted, and they trooped out of their houses to defend their pack.Malik stood up from the edge of the mount
"Oh, oh, you can't move, either. What are you gonna do, if I keep calling you blind, huh? Ha-ha-ha.” Ubuntu let out a cocky crooked smile. “… Folks, your Alpha is fucking blind, and as you can see, he is also powerless."The warriors of Mountain Dew Pack, were fuming with intractable anger, they were infuriated that Ubuntu was berating their Alpha to their face, and they badly wanted to strike Ubuntu dead, but they were still waiting for Malik's order.Ubuntu moved closer to Malik, and Malik's claws extended at the instant. Malik wanted to attack Ubuntu, but Ubuntu dodged the attack, and Malik fell to the ground. "Wow, I love your audacity, Alpha. Well, I never expected less, but I just want you to know that it's madness to think that you can defeat me and my warriors, but I am not here to wage war with you. I'm here on an assignment and if you comply, no one is going to lose their life.” Ubuntu voiced out with intensity. "If you do not know, a werelion, named Zora trespassed at my p
The werewolves collided, and the sound of howls filled the air; their claws and sharpened fangs clashed in a frenzied dance of death. Malik was not for once deterred by the cries of the wounded warriors, or by the pile of dead warriors he was stepping over. Ubuntu's hypnotic sounds, backed up by Malik’s sheer determination and skill, drove him forward as he sought to overcome his own loyal subjects.The warriors charged at each other, and the battle was intense. The ones who had shifted to their wolf form used their claws and fangs to tear into the flesh of the warriors still in their human form, while the warriors in their human form countered with precise strikes from their Spears, swords, and arrows. The ground was stained red with blood as they battled it out, neither giving an inch of ground.As the battle raged on, Malik began to gain the upper hand. His claws were sharper and his movements were faster, allowing him to dodge the other werewolves' attacks and strike back with dea
Melinda swiftly ran towards me, she bent down to examine my pups, running her hands through their chest to feel their pulse, checking if they were still alive. “They are not dead.” She squealed.“What??” I yelped. “They are not dead??" I said in a curious tone."Then why are they covered in blood?” I questioned. I bent down instantly, and I grabbed the pups, looking to confirm Melinda's assertion.“Only one of them is dead. The others survived. He only managed to kill one, and I guess the blood splashed onto the others.” Melinda added. I heaved a gloomy sigh, and I just looked up to the moon, swaddling the two living pups, in my arms.At least, in spite of all the tribulations and hardships that I've had to go through, there have always been bountiful reasons to be thankful; the fact that I didn't lose all my pups in one night was a solid reason to be thankful.Melinda sat down, and from the expression on her face, I could sense that she was lost in thought... in fact, we were both
Melinda cut the sprig of the mistletoe into four shorter bits, and she gave me one bit. She tucked two bits into my pup's hands, and she held the last one in her hand."Right now, I need you to focus your mind on being invisible. We want to be invisible, right?" Melinda quipped."Yeah. Ain't that your plan all along??" I retorted."Yeah, I know… but to achieve that, you must first believe that you are already invisible. So, as you hold the mistletoe in your hand, you have to believe that you are already invisible." Melinda stated. "Okay. That is not a problem." I drew in a deep breath, and I breathed out."...also, on your pups' behalf, you have to believe that they are also invisible. Okayyy?""Okay. I get it." Melinda, the pups, and I held the mistletoe in our right hands, and I focused my mind on the desired outcome: becoming invisible for not only myself, but also for my pups. Melinda then sprinkled a pinch of the shiny whitish stone powder over everyone's mistletoe, allowing i
Malik's POVI stood amidst the carnage of my once great pack. The bodies of my fellow wolves littered the ground, and their blood stained the earth beneath me. I burned with intractable anger, as I took in the destruction around me, with the scent of death heavy in the air. I felt the weight of my pack members' absence, heavy on my shoulders, and the intense feeling of this groundbreaking loss seemed to be weighing my body, soul, and spirit down into an endless pit of grief. The blood of my fallen pack warriors still stains the earth, and the stench of death hangs in the air. I cannot even begin to process the horror of what just happened. My heart is heavy with grief, and my soul is consumed with a burning rage that threatens to tear me up.I was losing it, and I wasn't myself anymore. I fell to the ground, and I kept hitting my fists against the rigid earth repeatedly, till my hands got scarred. But I didn't stop, I was undeterred. I wanted to let out my angst one way or the other.