/-Alora-/
The shock on his face was almost priceless as he held the urn. Allison was just as shocked as he was but I imagined it wasn't because my daughter was dead but because her lies were about to be exposed.
“Is… is this a joke?” Tyrone stuttered. It was the first time I had ever seen any form of emotion in his eyes. “You… you're messing with me right?”
“Messing with you?” I scoffed. “Your daughter has been dead for two days, you bastard!” I screamed at him.
“Why didn't you tell me?” he demanded but I shot him a thick glare.
“Don't you dare raise your voice at me? How would you know when all you cared about was a stupid dog? I'm sure Allison would have some logical explanations as to how my dead daughter slaughtered her dog!” I hissed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey.
I couldn't stand being in the same room with him anymore. I just wanted to leave this suffocating place before I lost my mind.
I went out into the garden which was Lila's favourite place to play. I didn't know how long I stayed there but the memories came flooding in with the shots of whiskey.
“I thought you would be gone by now.”
Her words startled me.
Allison walked to my side with a smug expression.
“I mean, your daughter is dead, and your husband prefers sharing my bed, so there is no reason for you to stay,” she continued.
She was baiting me, but the pent-up anger in me was beginning to tip over and my rage was becoming harder to control by the second.
“If it makes you feel better, he is grieving. But I assure you it is just a brief moment of weakness that will be forgotten when our baby is born,” Allison said.
“Baby?” My voice was weak and almost inaudible.
“What? You didn't know? What do you think he was doing all those nights he stayed away? Playing chess?” She stepped closer. “We are going to have a child together and I will take my rightful place as his Luna.”
I didn't have any intention of fighting the Luna position with her anymore. It felt like a crucial part of me died along with my dead daughter, but the thought of her having a baby just when I lost one infuriated me.
“I mean, if I had known your daughter was dead, I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of killing my beautiful pet,” she drawled.
“You lying whore!” I screamed, attacking her before I even realized it. I should have known it was what she wanted but at that moment, I was so angry.
And I took out all that anger on her. Punching and hitting her in every way I could. Her screams were a form of consolation to me until I was pulled off her.
“Alora! What has gotten into you?” Tyrone snapped. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Yes, Tyrone!” I screamed at him. “I have lost my mind. This is why you killed our daughter, isn't it? So your little bastard child will have it easy?”
“That's enough! You can't blame anyone for Lila's death. It was an accident! That doesn't give you the right to attack Allison!” He lowered his voice, his guilt overpowering the anger.
“Well, I hope to try, goddess, that you both burn in hell!” I flared up, stomping away from them.
On arrival at my room, I began to pack my things. I couldn't waste any second here, or else I would lose my sanity.
I couldn't even return to my pack because my marriage with Tyrone merged our packs. We were part of the reason the SilverClaw pack was as huge and powerful as it was and I didn't plan to leave without them.
Tyrone never wanted our union so I would free him completely of that burden.
He came into the room shortly.
“Allison is in a very critical condition. The doctors say she might lose the baby!” He started.
He was looking for a fight but I wasn't going to give him that. I was tired of fighting, tired of hurting, tired of his excesses. I have already learned my lessons the hard way.
“I'm leaving, whether you accept my rejection or not,” I stated. “And I am taking everything I own with me, including my pack!”
“You don't mean that…” he trailed.
“Unfortunately, I do,” I said coldly. “You never wanted me in this union in the first place, so I am going to free you of that burden.”
“You will do no such thing! These people have already been together for a long time. They have intermarried! Do you know how many families your decision will tear apart? Don't be rash, Alora. Do not let your grief get the better of you!” He growled.
“I also lost a daughter and Becky of you, I am on the verge of losing another child! Haven't you done enough damage already?”
I looked at him in disbelief. The nerve of him to try to turn the tables against me.
“Lila was my daughter! Mine! You were never a father to her! It is because of you she was torn to pieces by wild animals!” I retorted, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I am going to leave with my people. As for those who have intermarried, they decide to stay or leave with their families, not yours!”
“You are forcing my hand, Alora. I am trying to be considerate because of our daughter!” He seethed.
“Spare me that! You never did anything for her when she was alive so don't pretend to care for her now, she is dead!” I fired.
He was taken aback by my words.
“Very well then, since you want it this way, I will have to arrest you for the attempted murder of a royal blood!” He said coldly.
“What?” I staggered back.
“You heard me, Alora. I do not wish to humiliate you. You either leave quietly, or I banish you and trust me, the people wouldn't question my decision,” he said.
It was clear to me now. This was no longer the man I had fallen in love with.
“So I get banished for beating up your pregnant mistress but you get away unscathed after sending our daughter to the forest to be devoured by animals?” I scoffed with a bitter laugh. “It's fine, I will leave.”
I grabbed my already packed bag.
“But he rest assured that I will never forgive you for this. I will come back for you and that sleeky little whore of yours!”
That was how I came about wandering in the very forest where my daughter was brutally torn apart.
Night soon fell and I was barely halfway through the forest. I didn't even know if there was anything out there for me.
I had no idea where I was going and my stomach began to grumble. I haven't eaten anything in days. It was just alcohol.
Now I wished my impulsive self had thought to grab some food.
It didn't take long for me to hear the snapping of twigs and rustling of bushes. Someone was coming.
There was hardly anything to use as a defense, but I grabbed a random stick just in case.
I didn't know what I was expecting but it was certainly not the giant-sized wolf before me.
Its head was bigger than a regular wolf and it was twice our size.
When those fierce amber orbs met mine, my blood ran cold. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me to run and just as expected, it chased me.
I barely had the chance to shift before it slammed into me. I hit the ground with a thud and let out a groan.
I let out my claws and slashed it across the face as it got closer to me. A sharp groan escaped it and it smacked me across the face, causing me to fall unconscious in a matter of seconds.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a cage with chains on my wrists.
My head was banging with a migraine from the hit last night.
“The trespasser is awake, Your Highness,” someone informed, and I forced my eyes open.
I was surrounded by able-bodied men eying me like I was some sort of criminal.
I pushed myself off the floor and struggled to stand.
“Who are you?” I demanded. “Why am I in chains?”
“Because you trespassed and violently attacked our Alpha!”
What?
/-Alora-/They couldn't be serious. I trespassed and attacked their alpha? If I remember clearly, I was chased by a beast last night and almost killed.“You have to let me go. I didn't attack anyone. A wild beast attacked me in the forest, I did nothing!” I defended.“Is that so?” A rich, deep voice interrupted, and my face went bright red when I met those fierce amber pools.I could see a very faint outline of my claws on his face but it was almost non-existent from afar.“I didn't attack you. You were the one who attacked me!” I crossed my hands, staring defiantly into his eyes even if they made me squirm.He stepped closer and I tried my best not to cower at the dominance he exuded. This man was a raw masculine beauty with sharp defined features and curly long hair.He had a tall, lean, muscular structure covered in fascinating tattoos and piercings just about his brows and ears.He looked just as dangerous as the dark aura surrounding him.“I was defending my borders against tresp
/-Alora-/The cave was frightening in a way; the moonlight just glimmered barely through the heavy darkness of the cave. Randall's silence was disturbing, and my heart pounded in my ears as the volume increased, each beat a warning that escape might be impossible.The weight of all that has happened—betrayal, the collapse of a successful career in the blink of an eye, the death of my daughter—pushed me deeper into the abyss, as if it was an anchor I was trying to release.I didn’t trust Randall. Not yet. While being alone with him, I instinctively felt some change since our meeting—his lustfulness was a little more pronounced now. He seemed to be quietly furious, and heated emotions could not be concealed from others. He observed me too keenly as if he were an admirer attempting to decipher every facial contortion and change in color that graced my face.I had the urge to shout at him to ask him what the problem was. No sooner did I try to speak than my tongue seemed to cleave to th
/Alora/He disappeared out the door, and the distinct echo of the man’s shoes became nothing more than an unpleasant memory.I could hear my heart beating as my breathing became ragged, as if my lungs were struggling to fill with air beneath the detective's jets of water.Randall was writing every word about the strange man, and I could almost feel him standing behind me like a physical shadow, as annoying as his words.“They’re coming for you.” That sentence replayed in my head and reverberated around the inside of my brain with visible clarity.The Elders. Then, a part of me considered rejecting the very thought that was going around in my head. To deny it.Thinking about it, after all the things that had happened to me, how could I be completely sure that this, whatever it was, had anything to do with me? There was another part of me, a primal part of me, that didn’t want this to end.Randall’s hand grasped my arm with increased pressure, recalling me from whatever memory I had floa
/-Alora-/The sudden grating sound of the iron door that swung open jolted me away from my thoughts. Then, in a cold gust, came that raw shiver of chopping through the thick heat of the dungeon like the smell of pine. My pulse quickened. Randall. He entered the cell like a dangerous predator, his silver-colored eyes fixed on mine. His countenance was inscrutable, yet his presence filled the tight area, suffocating and dominating all at once. I raised my shoulders, deciding that there was no way he could see a hint of fear—or was it curiosity?—in my eyes. “Quiet?” he asked me, his tone deep and for some reason dangerous despite me rarely hearing any aggression from him before. “Not like the girl who told me off and practically dared me to do something about it today.” I clamped my mouth shut wanting to counter but he was too smart to get the better of me. It left me to tilt my chin up, offering him a full frontal challenge stare. What do you want now, Randall? Another attempt to break
/Alora/Randall was like a storm—black and immovable. I could feel the air changing with each step he took as he walked along the edge of the caveway leading into the cave. His silence was driving me crazy, but I couldn't let him see how scared I was. "At some point, you're going to have to explain this," I said, my voice barely shaky. He turned, his eyes catching the dim light of the moon as they locked me in place. “You think explanations will make you feel better? That learning the game will make it easier to play?” Even though my throat hurt, I wouldn't give up. "Randall, I'm not here to mess around." He laughed coldly, not because he was having fun. "Little wolf, you're not where you belong." Because this is all one huge game—one where everyone is either a player or a king. The problem is, which one are you?” I shivered when he said those things, but I didn't show it. “I’m neither,” I answered, raising my head. “I’m something you haven’t figured out yet.” Randall’s attitude
/Alora-/The moonlight came in through a crack in the entrance to the cave and it lit the interior in sharp lines with occasional sheen on the wet floor. I was alone and I sat fighting with myself in the chaos that had become my life. Randall had left me alone, the way he came had been as quick as you can imagine. His words stayed in my head, in a place I never wanted to return, as an undesirable guest telling me, “Choose wisely, else you are forced into no choice at all”. Finally, I was able to feel something that I couldn’t even name for quite a few years. Anger? Fear? Determination? It was a mental tumult, much room for reason was up thereby.All my internal forces produced and stirred a desire in me to escape, to rebel against the ropes of fate hanging over me. But what is destiny? One chosen by betrayal? By Tyrone? Or by the mystery Randall with whom I still never knew whether he wanted to be friends, be in a relationship, or just have sex? I folded in on myself, holding my
/-Alora-/The jungle became dense when I chased Randall through the dark. His broad shape moved smoothly, the light of the moon entering between the tree trunks to guide him. I stayed quiet and alert, my every fiber asking questions I dared not think out loud. The words that Selene said were burning my flesh as if I wore a rather tight, black, leather suit. You have to deal with the shadow side of a personality. What darkness? I have been cheated, embarrassed, and shunned for all that mattered to me. Was that what she meant? This frozen, clenched fist of anger in my chest? “Hurry on,” Randall called some more over his shoulder, the aggressiveness hard in his words. It made me frown, but I increased the pace. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” It angered me when he was so slippery in answering my questions, yet I said nothing. At last, the woodland became thinner; massive trees began to disappear, and a large area was revealed—it was covered with pale silver mist. In the center
/-Alora-/The only sound audible in the forest was the sound of the leaves crunching as someone walked past.Randall went a little ahead and stood, with his huge shoulders hunched up and glistening under the white beams of the silvery moon.The tension surrounding him was palpable—a reminder that any thin thread of friendship we had formed would not last.I tried to follow him, but my muscles were still sore from the mark he left on me. It was unlike anything I have felt before—burning pain combined with some sort of attraction towards him.Even the mate bond—a connection I’d never really believed in until now—had wormed its way into my life. I hated it. I hated him. Still, I can’t ignore the odd solace he brought to the despair of mistrust with every visit. Again, we are approaching.” He commented this time without turning around to look at me. He had a big, rough-sounding voice, and what he said was final and could not be discussed. “To where?” I said,He suddenly stopped and face
/-Alora-/A blast of light blinded him for a second, but did little to arrest the rogue's momentum. Within seconds he was on his feet, snarling, his yellow eyes aglow with malice. He lunged for Randall first, claws outstretched, but Randall was too fast.These two had collided in a bone-crushing fashion, and I heard the sickly crack of bones beneath the weight of their clash. Randall was strong, but this rogue wasn't any wolf; he was more feral, more dangerous. I could see it in his eyes. This was no mere pack warrior; this was a hunter, a predator bred for destruction.But it wasn't the rogue I had feared.From the darkness behind him, a figure emerged—silently deadly. The air thickened with an energy that seemed to crawl across my skin; the temperature dropped. A presence far darker than that of any Lycan, it was something more ancient, something born of shadows long forgotten.I stepped backward, my heart racing against my chest. What was that?"Alora!" Randall yelled urgently and
/-Alora-/The shaking beneath my feet had somehow, in a troubadourial way, moved to my gut, where cold fear had firmly installed itself. Lyanna's words just hung in the air, a warning of sorts—something more was to come, its echo running through the tissues of my bones.Randall did not stop. His hand shot out and pulled my arm toward the tight tunnel we'd entered through."Move," he growled, and I knew he was taut with speed. Firmly, he grasped me, not painfully, as if I was the last link to his reason in this madness.I didn't need a lot more help along that line. From the moment Lyanna spoke the word of the Wight and its illegal union with me, every sense in my body screamed that danger was closing in on me from all sides. My heart drummed against my chest as we threaded the twisted path, the air clotting with every step we took away from the center of the room.But Lyanna was already well ahead, her glowing stick throwing long, twisting shadows across the crude stone of the walls.
/-Alora-/It rumbled out of the growl, low and threatening, turning my gut into knots. Lyanna stiffened, the staff in her hands shining brighter to cast sharp shadows on the damp walls.The one too-familiar sound of fear scratching its way up my spine—but this time, it wasn't from the rogues.Stay behind me, she whispered; not even her voice was audible over the beating of my heart.Yet the growl was even colder than the chill in the air, the further it echoed, and it seemed like the very cave recoiled from what lay in the darkness. Lyanna's barrier shone dull behind them, closing the door and cutting off all means of easy flight."Is it. one of them?" I asked, my voice shaking."No," she answered sharply, "it is another thing altogether."And then, a beast had emerged into the faint light her staff allowed: stooped, wiry-limbed, its frame hung with dull, matted fur, its eyes glowing a strange amber. Not a wolf, but something twisted, a gross mirror of what might be when submitted to
/-Alora-/The growl rumbled through the woods, its chilling sound running down my spine like a blade. Randall tensed beside me as his head whipped toward the sound.Lyanna merely stepped back, her violet eyes flashing unhurriedly as she peered into the darkness."They're closer than I thought," she whispered almost to herself."Who's closer?" I said, tightening my hands to stop the shakes.Rogers," Randall said shortly. He turned to me. "Stay close. Do not act unless I tell you.His tone was tinged with command, raising my rebellion, but before I could argue, the woods burst into action: shadows dancing between the trees, light and planned.“We’re surrounded,” Lyanna said, her voice steady.The first rogue launched from the shadows, straight for Randall, who met the attack with deadly accuracy, his body changing mid-motion into that of his wolf form: a tall mass of black fur, muscles rippling. Tearing into the rogue's side, his claws brought a painful yelp ringing into the night."Go!
/-Alora-/From the darkness, there were only distant yells that were fading deeper, but a looming danger was as impalpable as the smoke.Tears welled up in my eyes as we began to notice each step; our feet submerged in the soft, wet mud that was the ground in this forest.Randall proceeded to the front, being very careful to overly emphasize every single step he took as well as to hunch his shoulders. From a corner, one could see the beginning of a smoldering anger well concealed from plain sight.“Are you expecting that they will return?” I said that, changing the tense silence.He didn’t turn to look at me. “Of Lucius it should be said—otherwise he is not—that he is not a man to nurse his hurts for more than a few minutes. He will return, and he will bring more wolves.It should have been a response that made me uncomfortable, but it didn’t. Rather, it made a spark deep in the ashes of my soul. “Then we fight,” I repeated it, convinced.Randall came to an embarrassing halt and quick
/-Alora-/ The trees surrounded us entirely, and the darkness of the forest pressed down on us. Randall stepped a bit in front of me first, stiff and coiled like a spring, preparing to snap into action.My wrists were painful from the ropes I was tied with before now, a type of remembrance of the confinement, but the feeling faded in the background.What occurred previously did not matter to any of them while the present was poised on the verge of an abyss. “You race through the woods always, like you have been chased by death,” I questioned in a strong tone that could be heard in the deafening quiet that followed. Randall was silent for a few seconds. He stepped down a bit awkwardly, and I managed to get up exactly behind him and then had a glimpse of his shadowed face as he turned slightly to look at me: he had a narrow face and high cheekbones.“Someone is behind us,” he murmured, barely lifting his voice over the sound of the wind flowing through the woods. For a minute my hear
/-Alora-/The only sound audible in the forest was the sound of the leaves crunching as someone walked past.Randall went a little ahead and stood, with his huge shoulders hunched up and glistening under the white beams of the silvery moon.The tension surrounding him was palpable—a reminder that any thin thread of friendship we had formed would not last.I tried to follow him, but my muscles were still sore from the mark he left on me. It was unlike anything I have felt before—burning pain combined with some sort of attraction towards him.Even the mate bond—a connection I’d never really believed in until now—had wormed its way into my life. I hated it. I hated him. Still, I can’t ignore the odd solace he brought to the despair of mistrust with every visit. Again, we are approaching.” He commented this time without turning around to look at me. He had a big, rough-sounding voice, and what he said was final and could not be discussed. “To where?” I said,He suddenly stopped and face
/-Alora-/The jungle became dense when I chased Randall through the dark. His broad shape moved smoothly, the light of the moon entering between the tree trunks to guide him. I stayed quiet and alert, my every fiber asking questions I dared not think out loud. The words that Selene said were burning my flesh as if I wore a rather tight, black, leather suit. You have to deal with the shadow side of a personality. What darkness? I have been cheated, embarrassed, and shunned for all that mattered to me. Was that what she meant? This frozen, clenched fist of anger in my chest? “Hurry on,” Randall called some more over his shoulder, the aggressiveness hard in his words. It made me frown, but I increased the pace. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” It angered me when he was so slippery in answering my questions, yet I said nothing. At last, the woodland became thinner; massive trees began to disappear, and a large area was revealed—it was covered with pale silver mist. In the center
/Alora-/The moonlight came in through a crack in the entrance to the cave and it lit the interior in sharp lines with occasional sheen on the wet floor. I was alone and I sat fighting with myself in the chaos that had become my life. Randall had left me alone, the way he came had been as quick as you can imagine. His words stayed in my head, in a place I never wanted to return, as an undesirable guest telling me, “Choose wisely, else you are forced into no choice at all”. Finally, I was able to feel something that I couldn’t even name for quite a few years. Anger? Fear? Determination? It was a mental tumult, much room for reason was up thereby.All my internal forces produced and stirred a desire in me to escape, to rebel against the ropes of fate hanging over me. But what is destiny? One chosen by betrayal? By Tyrone? Or by the mystery Randall with whom I still never knew whether he wanted to be friends, be in a relationship, or just have sex? I folded in on myself, holding my