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.
****Author's POV****King Zora Leondros, walked towards the large wooden table in the center of the room. He stood tall, proud, confident and regal, with his golden mane shining in the light of the torches.Alpha Menelik, the Alpha of Lakewood pack, also made his entrance into the room. Months ago, his father, Alpha Barak Maximoff kicked the bucket, and Menelik succeeded his father as the Alpha.Alpha Menelik decided to toll a path different from his father's. He decided against going all-out to wage war and hunt the werelions, instead he set a pact, and made peace with them, and they became his trusted ally.King Zora Leondros took a seat at the head of the table, and Alpha Menelik took the seat opposite him. The room was silent as they both looked each other in the eye, sizing each other up, with their eyes locked in a stare of determination. As they took their seats at the large wooden table in the center of the room, the air was thick with tension, and Zora, the werelion was the f