/-Alora-/The room was filled with a heavy aura of silence. I sat at the edge of my bed and looked outside the cracked window. I kept hearing Randall's words: "You don't have to forgive me, Alora; I never meant to hurt you."How many times had I heard lies like that? So you are not different from Tyrone, the man who said he would love me but didn't keep his word? Randall, the one person I thought might be different, has also betrayed me.Patrick was leaning against the doorframe, and as he moved, his shadows cast a scary look in the dim light. He had a strange way of walking into any room and oozing confidence.He told me in a soft voice, "You can't stay here and pout." ‘If you’re going to face this,’ as you said, ‘you need clarity."Clarity?" I laughed, staring at him. "Clarity about what, Patrick? That Randall played me? That he’s just like Tyrone?" I choked.Patrick sighed, running his hand through the strands of his hair that had fallen on his face before approaching. He stood be
/-Alora-/It felt like a physical weight was pressing down on me as I moved back and forth in my room because the air was so charged.Randall turned to see Patrick sitting in the corner, reading a big book that Patrick had borrowed from Randall. He looked at me every once in a while, and his face showed that he was worried and angry.He said it again, "You are going to fall into depression if you don't stop overthinking," but he didn't even look at me."It doesn't matter to me if I did!" I fired back. "Who would I trust, and when will all the steps stop leading me into a trap I wasn't aware of?"Patrick put up his hand, closed the book, and let out a big sigh. That means it's okay for you to question Randall. But there's nothing wrong with what you're doing, Alora. Talking about things that may be beyond your control will simply allow the Allisons of the world to continue to be in charge."The very sound of her calling my name on her lips made me feel as if a gut drop. After she rev
/-Alora-/This couldn't be happening to me…Not now, not my daughter…“Lila, please… please open your eyes for mommy, please, I beg of you…” I sobbed, shaking her frantically.My dress was soaked in her blood, her eyes struggling to stay open as her grip on my arm weakened with each passing minute.“Lila please, I beg of you… don't do this to me… I'm going to take you to the infirmary, you're going to be fine… you're going to be fine for mommy…”I pushed my trembling self off the ground. If I shifted, I would get to the pack faster but when she wasn't even strong enough to open her eyes, how would she get on my back?I didn't even have the time to think as I scooped her off the floor and ran through the forest as fast as I could.Goddess, please… Please don't take her away from me…Tears streamed down my cheeks, blinding my vision as I ran through the dark forest but I didn't dare stop. My daughter was dying. I could feel her form getting weaker and weaker in my arms.I didn't know wha
/-Alora-/He had never loved me. Not even for a second.Our marriage was arranged, a product of an unfortunate circumstance.Tyrone had been my brother's best friend for as long as I could remember. Being close family friends and allies, I saw him more often than not and somehow developed undying feelings for him.While Patrick knew about my feelings, I didn't dare confess to Tyrone because I was afraid he would reject me.Back then, I was scrawny and average-looking. Certainly not the kind of girl you would look at twice but I hoped one day he would see me as more than a little sister.And I got my wish in a dark, twisted way.A rival pack attacked one night while we were having a little get-together, and things got ugly quickly.Blood, knives, fangs, all in a matter of seconds and Tyrone was dead ass drunk, so my brother had to fight for both me and Tyrone.Long story short, he died just before the Elders arrived and made Tyrone promise to take care of me.The Elders had suggested he
/-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
/-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 trespa
/-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 the
/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-/It felt like a physical weight was pressing down on me as I moved back and forth in my room because the air was so charged.Randall turned to see Patrick sitting in the corner, reading a big book that Patrick had borrowed from Randall. He looked at me every once in a while, and his face showed that he was worried and angry.He said it again, "You are going to fall into depression if you don't stop overthinking," but he didn't even look at me."It doesn't matter to me if I did!" I fired back. "Who would I trust, and when will all the steps stop leading me into a trap I wasn't aware of?"Patrick put up his hand, closed the book, and let out a big sigh. That means it's okay for you to question Randall. But there's nothing wrong with what you're doing, Alora. Talking about things that may be beyond your control will simply allow the Allisons of the world to continue to be in charge."The very sound of her calling my name on her lips made me feel as if a gut drop. After she rev
/-Alora-/The room was filled with a heavy aura of silence. I sat at the edge of my bed and looked outside the cracked window. I kept hearing Randall's words: "You don't have to forgive me, Alora; I never meant to hurt you."How many times had I heard lies like that? So you are not different from Tyrone, the man who said he would love me but didn't keep his word? Randall, the one person I thought might be different, has also betrayed me.Patrick was leaning against the doorframe, and as he moved, his shadows cast a scary look in the dim light. He had a strange way of walking into any room and oozing confidence.He told me in a soft voice, "You can't stay here and pout." ‘If you’re going to face this,’ as you said, ‘you need clarity."Clarity?" I laughed, staring at him. "Clarity about what, Patrick? That Randall played me? That he’s just like Tyrone?" I choked.Patrick sighed, running his hand through the strands of his hair that had fallen on his face before approaching. He stood be
/-Alora-/Allison's words hit us like a weight and made my breath skip. That was the first time I felt like I could not believe what I heard. A bond of fate? With Randall?The fact that Randall didn't make eye contact with me made me think that he knew this was ridiculous.I knew he told me this when we first met, but I thought it was one of his stupid jokes because I was a slave in the pack at the time. Now Allison was proving it and making plans to stop it for real.Anyone could have said or done something, so they just stood there in silence. But the silence was broken by Patrick's first words, which he said in a low, strained voice. "Are there still some things we don't know?"I turned towards him and looked into his eyes, and my hands were trembling as I looked for some sensible reply. "I don't know," I said, barely raising my voice above a whisper. “That,” he said, “is the first time I have ever heard such a thing.”“Oh, that’s very convenient,” Allison jeered, crossing her arms
/-Alora-/The battlefield was dead silent, thick with the smell of blood and ash. Tyrone's body lay before me, his death weighing upon my chest like an anchor. The blade in my hand was still warm, the metal of it shaking as though it too had carried the vibration of his dying breath.“Alora.”Randall's voice was low beside me, calm and stable. His hand wrapped the side of mine, a touch without a touch, and yet it was enough to draw me out of the haze that threatened to gobble me up.“It's done,” he said, his eyes level.“For now,” I said, my voice empty.Randall didn’t argue. He rarely did. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence offering a strange sense of warmth. For someone who had once been my oppressor, Randall had become more.I turned to face him, my grip weakening on the blade until it fell to the ground with a dull thud. “What now?”He cocked his head, watching me with those storm-gray eyes that always saw too much. “Now, you rest.”A bitter laugh broke from me. “Rest? Afte
/-Alora-/When Tyrone fell, no one spoke or cheered. It felt like guilt; it was heavy and real, and it pulled at me like a weight around my neck. Finally, I got up from the floor. My muscles were shaking like chicken meat, and I was still thinking about how bad what I did was. My husband, you fooled me, and then you tortured me, but now Tyrone is no more. Taken over by the force I had always tried to avoid and the force I was now embracing so fiercely.This stared back at me even while I stood in triumph—my win, their defeat, a hollow feeling in my chest. There can't be any element of victory herein, having destroyed a man who had taken from me all the things I held dear. It wasn't even a steady memory of laughing, and yet it mastered me; it still does. And the loss of Lila by my side still feels all too real. Being apart from her hurt so much that it can't even be put into words. Whatever I won or whatever I lost, a war whatsoever the number of wars I was fighting, she's already
/-Alora-/I couldn't afford to be afraid of Tyrone, even though his shadow was contagious, and the world around me whirled around me like a swift whirl, with motions, darkness, and, finally, disarray. My entire being felt alive, with electricity pulsing through my veins.Tyrone's return wasn't because he felt sorry for his actions; it was because Alison's child had been torn apart by a supernatural force in the form of a beast. Randall seemed totally at ease beside me, his stare never leaving me, as if he sensed the increasing force inside me. I could feel him; he was at my side, and the latter's whispered words of support reminded me that I was not alone.Tyrone looked at me, grinned, and laughed loudly—a loud, raw laugh that made my skin crawl. He was told by a seer that his family was bound to a curse and only Alora could break it.But instead of him apologizing and begging for my help, he's here trying to demonstrate his power.'Do you think this is your triumph, Alora?' Oh, yo
/-Alora-/The earth spun when we ambushed the first wave of enemy combatants from where we stood on the forest's edge.I waited breathlessly for a response, but all sounds had stopped, and my heart was hammering. The wind blew harder, whirling my hair, and then tens of thousands of Shadowborn troops appeared in the darkness, wearing black armor."Stay close," Randall said, and his hold tightened; his palm was again on my back, forcing me closer to the tree line. The warmth of his flesh under my hands was comforting, but the force that drew us together was perilous—each stride toward this conflict, each inhalation in the face of death, was a live wire."I don't need protection," I screamed at him, wanting to break free from his grip for whatever purpose he had, but my voice lacked the bite I needed. The fact was that I needed him. I took interest in him more than I wanted to acknowledge.His lips formed what could only be described as a grin, but it did not touch the icy, hard-to-see
/-Alora-/The morning came too quickly, as it often did with the world's weight on my shoulders. The musty scent of moist dirt and pine in the air only added to my anxiety.I'm not a good sleeper; my spirit is awake, fearing what awaits me tomorrow. I no longer held any illusions. This was not just a battle for dominance or territory, but for survival.For the future. And with each passing second, the future appeared to move too slowly.Randall had been such a devoted friend; he had stayed close, but that alone could not erase the icy darkness deep within me. What happens if we fail? What if flipping a coin on a bridge didn't result in eternal bliss but rather a pile of useless metal after the losses we were willing to accept?I noticed him sitting near the fire, whittling with the edge of his blade. His jaw was firm, and his eyes were small but focused. We both felt silenced and burdened by the upcoming events."I barely spoke to you at all today," he said after I'd been staring out
/-Alora-/A little voice brought the sense of sleeping to life, as did the sound of the wind crawling through the leaves of the trees, ultimately waking me up.Randall's arm, stretched around my waist, was the sole solid object in a universe that was quickly becoming too vast and unknowable.I could still feel his fingertips against my skin and taste his lips as if a link had been woven between us that could not be simply untied.But the words of the robed creatures weighed heavily on my imagination. It is up to you, Alora, and that is where you will make your decision. Power is costly. Their foreboding message hung over everything, dimming the brilliant flame of oneness we had.This time, I shifted slightly sideways to avoid disturbing Randall. It began to profoundly affect me; I then focused on his chest, rising and falling in steady breaths before exhaling; I allowed myself to relax for a second.I realized that he had always provided me with the steadiness that I lacked when thing