THIS CHAPTER WILL BE IN CASSANDRA'S POV.Zora would have taken my precious life, if not for the timely intervention of my warriors, who stepped in and salvaged the situation, and for the first time in my life, I had to be admitted to the Pack's clinic. I acknowledge that it was foolish, to think that I could take him down all by myself, I could have planned a deadly ambush, or even kill him in his sleep, but I was overcome with emotions, and stabbing him was the only reasonable thing that came to mind. I couldn't stand him calling me barren, although I intentionally decided not to bore any pup for Zora for reasons best known to me, I still felt it was an aberration to call any she-wolf barren, on top of that, he wants ME, a whole ME, the Alpha of Ridgewood pack, to trade my pack members with him for nothing, what does he even think he is? a god or what?Damn. It's all my fault. If not for my insatiable quest for power, I would not have even traveled so far away to request for his se
Some minutes after Ubuntu left me, the pack doctor attended to me, and I was able to move my legs once again. Well, maybe I wrongly judged Ubuntu, but I’ll make some further investigation.Although magic has been forbidden for a long time in my pack, but if Ubuntu truly possesses these dark powers, then I won’t just let it go to waste. I’ll make sure I find a way to take full advantage of him as I did with Zora, and at the end of the day, I’ll dump him before he unseats me with his powers. I will not repeat the same mistake I made with Zora. The elders and those that have lived before me must have surely gotten it wrong to place a ban on such powers of great magnitude, burning everyone found with dark powers of any sort. Well, that is their tradition, and tradition is the culture, the way of life of the dead. I’m alive, I ain’t dead, so I’m gonna just rustle up my own tradition, crafting it to whatever suits me, and if that means putting the old tradition, the culture of the dead in
Ubuntu did heal my face, and I cut a deal with him. He is going to lead a new special set of my warriors, whom I’ll love to call Shadow Hunters, to capture Zora. This new sect of warriors ― shadow hunters will consist of the best of the best warriors, that this pack has to offer, and they will take their oaths of service, later in the day.Ubuntu will be indispensable to me for now, but it still amazes me that he can confidently state that no one can tame him. Well, I guess I’ll have to work on that now… …but, b-but that should be somewhat simple because I remember that when I was growing up with my siblings, my mother of blessed memory, used to tell us, that when a witch is asleep in the night, their spirits is probably gone to their occultic night meetings, and by just turning their numb body upside down, one can by so doing kill them because the spirit who had gone to a meeting will not be able to make the comeback into the numb sleeping body if he doesn’t meet the body as he left
Calista’s POV.With heavy tears in my eyes, I exited the Mountain Dew Pack, ― my pack, my blood, and sweat, leaving behind Malik, the love of my life, with whom I began the journey that led to us formulating that so-called pack. I didn't need to be told twice, I grabbed my three pups, and I followed Melinda out of the pack. I didn't want to be a victim of his fucking rage. Well maybe, I could have pleaded my cause further, and redeemed myself… but the situation was incriminating enough, and I was grateful that he didn’t even bring an end to my life or that of my pups. My eyes were heavy, and tears were beginning to stream down my cheeks.“Don’t cry, Luna. Everything will be alright.” Melinda whispered into my ears, trying to comfort me. She gave me a side hug, and we continued our journey.“Luna?” I sobbed. “Am I still a Luna, like this?” “Yes, you are, and for me, you’ll keep being my Luna,” Melinda responded. “No, the Luna tag left me, as soon as I got thrown out of that pack,” I
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