"Wow, so much for keeping it simple…" Malik let out a low growl. I chuckled slightly, and everyone else on the table chuckled, except Melinda. Meghan was used to making long prayers, and I don't think she'll ever change."But that was simple, huh…" Meghan countered whilst making an innocent "Yeah. It is." I beamed. "Let's just eat, aight.""Hmm," Meghan mumbled, and she began to eat.She made use of the cutlery to do all the cutting and eating; Melinda also did the same, but Malik and Kieran opted to eat the traditional way. Malik in particular had always had apathy for using the cutlery to eat pounded yam, so he rolled up his sleeves, rinsed his hands, then he used his bare right hand to scoop up a small amount of the pounded yam and soup mixture. He used his thumbs to push the mixture of the swallow and the soup into his fingers, forming a small ball. Then, he brought the ball of pounded yam and soup to his mouth and he used his fingers to push the mixture into his mouth. Kiera
****MALIK'S POV****I was sitting atop the roof of our house — a small bungalow that was slightly on the outskirts of Lourmarin.I was thinking, pondering over events that happened to me in recent years.Ten years have come and gone just like that. It feels like only yesterday when I made the decision to sacrifice the best years of my life to be here with Calista. I vividly remember the day when we both left Lakewood pack together, leaving behind everything we had known and loved to embark on a new journey.The initial years were tough. We had to adjust to a new terrain, and build our lives from scratch. But we were young and full of hope. We believed in ourselves and our love for each other. It was the one thing that kept us going, through all the battles and obstacles that we encountered, and the occasional bouts of loneliness.There were times when I wondered if it was all worth it. I missed my friends back home, and I longed for the familiar comforts of my old life. Well, everyth
I sniffed the air, and I confirmed that the folks approaching my house with savage intent, was indeed the Lourmarin villagers. I was relaxed and unperturbed for a second, but the next second my mind was not at rest when their whispers metamorphosed into screams and chants, that didn't seem to be any friendly, but a mere declaration of war. "Brûlez-les. Abattez-les. Des bêtes vivant sous forme humaine." They chanted. Which I think means, "Burn them down. But them down. Beasts, living in human form." They soon surrounded my house, throwing fire torches and pouring greasy oil on the house.I jumped down from the roof, and yelled,"Calm down, y'all. What's the matter, we can resolve this amicably…" but they didn't listen, they just kept up with their chanting, and it soon occurred to me that someone had found out that we were werewolves, and he had riled them up, turning the whole village against us. I particularly hear
"Vamos. Vamos. Let's go, Melinda." Kieran yelled. Melinda swiftly swaddled backward, and she joined up with us. We all shifted to our wolf form, and we all sprinted through the village, dodging the confused and frightened villagers as we went. Kieran and Melinda led the way, their powerful bodies easily breaking through any obstacles that stood in our path.The villagers outside grew louder and more aggressive as they realized we were trying to escape. I could hear the sound of pitchforks and torches scraping against the ground, as they ran after us.The villagers were close behind, shouting and screaming as they pursued us. But we were faster, stronger, and more agile than any human could ever hope to be.I never thought that our secret would be revealed, but it happened. The villagers found out that we were werewolves, and they attacked us without warning. My heart was pounding as I ran through the woods, trying to escape the angry mob that was chasing us.I could hear their shouts
****MALIK'S POV****I sprinted back to Lourmarin, with Kieran and Melinda by my side, and with fury burning in my eyes.I was furious and utterly irritated, when those motherfucking idiots, initiated a sneak attack on my family and I, but in spite of my fury, I didn't let my emotions rule me… I chose to think with my head, instead of my heart.What gets folks into trouble around here, is often our own overreaction to the moves of our enemies and rivals. The overreaction creates problems we would have avoided if we had been more reasonable. As you all saw, I retreated from the battlefront, pretending to be hurt and to have conceded defeat. They must be damn happy that they had successfully sent another set of werewolves, running haphazardly back into the woods, and out of their village, but what they didn't know is that I fooled them into thinking they had won... Nah, they ain't one bit familiar with my game… You see, one of the laws of power that has guided me all through the years i
The soldiers were vividly not prepared for the ferocity of my assault, and they quickly began to crumble under my attack. They tried to use their silver equipment to stop me, but I dodged it all with ease. I was faster, stronger, and more skilled than they could ever hope to be.My lightning speed and precision seemed to shock the soldiers, but my powerful arms wielded the massive axe with deadly efficiency. I swung and slashed, cutting down one soldier after another in a whirlwind of death and destruction. Blood splattered the ground as I single handedly decimated the Lourmarin soldiers.The fight was brutal, and it seemed to go on for hours. The sound of my beast, snarling and clashing steel echoed through the village, and blood flowed freely. I was determined, and I would not stop until I had gotten my revenge.The soldiers were caught off guard by the ferocity of my attack, and for a moment, it took them by surprise that I had the upper hand, but they began to fight back with all t
***Cassandra's POV***I sat at the head of a long table, surrounded by my pack's governing council. They were just a bunch of old fools, and some young select individuals, who are also fools. I have dissolved and dissolved this council over and over again, but only fools have made the selection, and it just seems to me, that we are just like a big pack, made up of only fools, and no matter how many times, I dissolve the council I would still end up replacing them with fools…I only decided to honor the meeting, because it's been a long time since I last attended a governing council meeting, and these fools have been on my neck, ever since. Can't they see that I'm trying to avoid them?My piercing gaze swept over each member of the council, and I stared at them in a menacing manner. The air was thick with tension and I loved it.They kept stealing glances at me, and I just kept staring menacingly at them. They were also looking blandly at themselves, muttering and mouthing inaudible wo
"That motherfucking idiot and his offspring pose a great threat to our pack, to the current generation holding up the emblem of the Ridgewood pack, and the unborn generations to come. So, I will not rest until I have his head on a platter." I bristled menacingly."But Alpha," Elder Marcus interjected. "...the atmosphere above us, is wide enough for every bird in the air to thrive without hitting each other, and so is the earth spacious enough, for every living thing to thrive without atangonizing each other, and the fact that we've tried for years and yet, failed to capture Zora, only attests to this truth." "There also other werelions out there," Elder Kazim chimed in. "...but they had never had the audacity to near our pack and they would not. So, it's hard for us to just…""Hey, shut up!" I grimaced, and they all looked at me in silence, their expressions unreadable. I held their gazes, with my eyes burning with determination. "When I say you lots are foolish, it'll look like an i