Few years down the line, now fully acclimatized with this new home environment of mine, I've now become a full grown teenager, almost leaving that stage for the life of adulthood 17years of age. The day was gradually going down and it became cold.. the type of coldness that reached into my bones, as if my heart was a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do was to keep being covered, as frost grew over the windows even as the duvet kept me warm a bit. I watched the ice-crystals grow and glow in the almost dark sky for a while, allowing my brain to be empty of any kind of worry, content to exist and be. "The morning would bring the beauty of the ice for sure, that crunch under boot and the bold greeting cold air brings." I encouraged myself as I watched the evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky.Gradually, all faded, and before I could process and understand
Right from my reverie, my eyes shot open!"W-what t-th-, um-mm why did you strike me that hard..? Don't you know it hurts..? What did I do…?" I bawled out! "Woo.. woo…That's indeed a great standpoint! But h-h-old on… girl… What were you thinking about, staring into oblivion, looking all lost and drained?" She shoved her hand into her mini bag, "here, just take a good look at yourself, you've automatically developed hollow eyes! See yourself..? Take, take a look!" She brought out a little mirror, and stretched it to me. "Well, I'm done buying the snacks. Here, take." She handed over to me, the fancy polythene wrapper in her other hand. My acceptance was quite poor, not knowing what exactly was inside the bag, neither was her face looking bright as she released it out. I opened it partly, and saw it was a crispy sweet Danish pastry with a filling of apple and raspberry. The aroma was supposed to be heavenly, yet I didn't notice."I was only trying to inform you that it's almost time
I recalled I never asked Belletta what she meant by that word, 'rogue'. Though I had a little idea about it, but needed to know more. I had to ask."You just called me a rogue. Sorry, please, who's a rogue, and why did you call me that?" Confusion drenched me this time. Funnily enough, he lulled. I wondered what he was thinking.Maybe that question was quite strange or funny to him as it's believed that all must know about that in the pack."Okay, just come with me, let's get out of here first." He said, holding my hand, but I pulled it back.I was worried, terribly worried, and I had no idea what was going on and who he was; but all I needed at that time was help to find my way out of that forest. I followed immediately. He took me into his hut, there I met some others, one male and two females. They looked quite friendly, but I didn't really need to trust them right now. "This is our secret, little space; a place we cal-" he paused as he pointed at the others, and continued.. "
"A werewolf hybrid…? A different specie…? How? Why?How possible is that, and how come no one ever told me that?But I've been living a normal life since but werewolves don't… right..?"QuestionsQuestionsQuestionsMy head exploded like a bomb was blasted in there. "Hey Irisha," I snapped as Lili called me. "You know what, just be calm, you'll get to know more about yourself soon; it's not something you're going to learn about in just a single day. Okay?" She said, as she came back to me again, and helped me out from the ground. "You're going to be fine. Okay?" She said, nodding her head. I was just there, imagining how my new life was going to be, my mind racing to different directions. A soft tap came on my skin, and I jerked back to normal. "Now it's time to get a new look for you; you need to freshen up, you're not looking nice like this." Lili suggested, as if she was looking dazzling herself.I admit, I was dirty.Walking a few metres away from me, to something which was
It felt like the earth was going to open up and swallow us up.I flinched and wailed as I twisted to my side; just by the same right side I saw nothing initially. It was a scary looking and roughly dressed, quite aged woman. Her hair was black, with stripes of white patches on it. Its length was almost touching her calf. I looked at the two guys who brought me here, but from their facial expressions, I didn't need anyone to tell me that they were excited to see her. "Move over here!" The woman commanded, making an eerie sound.Her set of teeth was jam-packed as she opened her mouth to speak; the color was so horrible and spooky.I pondered on how the smell of that mouth would be like with those teeth and black tongue in there. Grouchy!Hesitantly, I took a step but froze afterwards, thinking of what to do next. That place was off, I swear!I glared around, then ran off to meet Beta Bachrill. OMG!!!"Please, what's this for? Who's she..? And why is she asking me to come over?" I
Having an identity gives one that sense of belonging about where he's from, and knowing about your identity is another. Two important combinations!I was supposed to be scared right now, but you know what, I wasn't. Surprised..?That's because I know I now have a family who accepts me as one of them, knowing they're all werewolves. "But this pack, isn't she supposed to have an Alpha?" I wondered, still in the arms of Beta Bachrill. "Calm down Irisha, you'll soon find that out too." Gamma Sly said, and I pulled myself out of Beta Bachrill's arms, and gave a swift look at him. "How did you do that? How did you know what I was saying?" I asked, looking so surprised. "Mindlink, Irisha. Mindlink." Beta Bachrill replied. "You too..? You can actually do that too?" "Of course, I can too. I actually heard you but didn't want to talk about that yet, so I kept mute." "Wow! Would also love to know how too, since I'm one of you." "Sure… just listen, and you'll hear. That's all!" Gamma Sl
Gamma Sly was living close to the border of his pack, the boundary between the two packs, the Blessed Moon Pack where Alpha Rocksmire was living, and the Grey Moon Pack where Beta Bachrill was living. Hence the quick perception of my scent. So I thought though.Very far away from the happenings of my environment, I felt a soft edge like that of an apex, dangling on me, and tickling my thighs. I hopped from my lying spot, slapping away whatever it was. I never knew my gown was far raised above my knees. "Would you get the fuck up?" A masculine voice spoke, his words were accompanied by a penetrating whop with a horse whip. I clamored… holding my left thigh where it struck."Now get inside!" He pulled a fairly young girl out from the corner I couldn't see, and hauled her into the cage as he quickly opened and closed it. Her face wasn't clear to me because she came in facing down, and the darkness of the open place didn't help either, and she ended up on the hard, steel floor on four
I could imagine why they were brought there. "Why are you here?" Gracielia sobed, her tone depicting worry. I honestly spoke my mind of not knowing why, still, and she heaved a sigh of worry.I didn't expect less from her, as I asked her, her reason for being there too. "It's not a good thing to be a member of a small pack, and an Omega for that matter." Bellai said and hissed. Her demeaning tone showed how bitter she was. "Why did you say that?" I asked."Because you can be rough handled at any time, and there'll be no one to fight nor stand for you." I sensed defiance in her voice. "Would you mind telling me more about being an Omega?" I questioned, and she didn't hesitate."But I tell you, Irisha, from the look of things, I feel leaving here anytime soon isn't going to be that possible because the Grey Moon Pack is known for their deadlines all around every other packs, both far and near. We've now become full-time slaves to them!" Gracielia scowled and I shrugged, picturing
I shook off the dead grasses lying helplessly on my cotton gown, plastering most part of it. Some stubborn one refused to fall off, so I let them be. Sprinting out of the compound, Deryl called out to me, "Irisha…!" I halted abruptly, and wheeled my head back to them. "This way, not that way!" He gestured, showing me the correct way to follow. I quickly retraced my steps, running through the right path, my mind raced. "Why would I even be bothered about him when I know he doesn't even care about me like a mate is supposed to do to the other? Am I not being stupid here?" I questioned the air as I continued in my dishonored gown, sullied with lots of mud as I looked down on me. "Yes Irisha, you're only acting like a fool here!" Someone said and I stopped briskly, looked around but saw no one. Maybe that was my thought. I confirmed, and continued. I was actually right, it was my thought playing a fast one on me there. I felt a force directing me to where I knew not. I kept moving-
Words are weighty, but some are far weightier than others. My heart leaped into my throat, hammering right in my chest, pounding so hard as terror stabbed my heart. Her words felt like thunder down me as they were uttered, my defiant words marked my fear as my feet became numb, and suddenly wobbled like I just stepped on a heap of jellies as I walked. "Hang on Irisha…!" I could hear someone say, probably one of them, either Irialah or Lavel, but I just couldn't detect whose it was. I saw myself going down each passing second, not that I was sick or losing my balance, but I was actually experiencing it. My fears have finally come to play in my life now, every spoken word of prophecy is gradually and automatically coming to pass now as it was said, even by the old-young witch of the cauldron and fire furnace. Still trying to get back my balance, and abruptly, I began to hear swift and sudden movements, echoing from behind us. I struggled to twist my head, glared ahead and then I not
I blinked, trying to process the words as they escaped from their roots, down to my being. I blinked again, like once, twice, thrice; "his name is Suavil..?" My mind wondered where he's from as I stared into his being. "Confused..?" His cold words drew me back to my view before me like a map being sketched on a piece of cardboard paper on a drawing board. He creased his forehead like he was upset, maybe he was. It was when he smiled, letting out those soft chuckles from his lips, I realized he actually wasn't. "I'm from South-" he paused. His lips partly opened, as he stared in one direction. I waved my hand across his face, and he slid it away, but gently. "Look, Irisha; he is here!" Suavil mentioned, motioning his head ahead forward, in the empty air.I quickly looked in the direction, Alpha Grey..? Gosh! I adjusted myself immediately, looking at my toes, as I watched them wriggling. An instilled silence suddenly erupted from nowhere, and even the drop of a pin on the ground c
The sudden silence that engulfed the woods drenched me as I stared into Naellin's palm. Just a few chirpings of birds and insects could be heard, not even the rustling of dead leaves as others walked upon them, made any sound. My eyes trailed up to his face, that funny smiles were something I just couldn't comprehend. My eyes back again to his hand, "You can call me Irisha." I said, accepting his handshake. "I can..? Like, that's not really it?" He questioned and I wondered his reasons for asking such. "That's my name; Irisha." I confirmed, with a nod. Double nods. I glanced around, for I wasn't prepared to accept any whip from any fucking, goddamn guard, I was sure we were still in the crowd. "Hi," Naellin said. Wondering why he said 'hi' again, I turned and he wasn't the one. It was Irialah. "Oh, Irialah.. Good to see you looking cool today!" I said as I tugged her into a warm hug.She smiled."Naellin, meet Irialah.." I said, facing Naellin. "Irialah, Naellin." I introduced
The hallway to Ariana's room seemed dead in silence and deserted; with no noise of traffic; you can literally hear the chirping of the birds from outside and the rustling of leaves as they released their rhythmic voices and sounds transmitted through the heavy waves. So soothing to the ears…I paused and looked ahead, far deep into the place, my mind racing to different angles, not knowing what or where exactly to do or go. I tried to listen to my thoughts, yet nothing was forthcoming. Everything seemed blank, no matter how hard I tried to eavesdrop. I just couldn't mindlink her."What if someone catches me here, what would I say I'm doing here?" My heart leaped in terror instantly, I took a deep breath, took a step- two steps, glanced around, there was no one. "Well.." I shrugged and continued. Few seconds into my walk, a shrill cry pierced my eardrums, and I screeched, contouring my face. "What the fuck are you doing there? Would you get back into your quarter?!" Someone blasted f
Still soothing my aching head, looking around for help, I felt so weak and I had to sit. "Do you think Alpha Grey would tolerate any form of delay, should you stay back here for the next two minutes?" Someone spoke from behind me, and I quickly turned to see who it was. A strange face. "It's me, Irisha," she tapped me, "Irialah." She spoke. I looked back at her again, she was thesame middle aged woman. "Never knew your name was Irialah, sounds so much like mine." " Yeah.. and that's one that attracted you to me, for you bear thesame name as my daughter.""Your daughter..?" I became more interested in her story. "Please can you tell me more about this daughter of yours?" I held her hands. "Oh sorry, it skipped my mind.. I'm so sorry…." I quickly withdrew my hands, seeing that I just got hers stained with my blood. "No no no no… you've done nothing wrong, Irisha.." she said hurriedly, maintaining a stable gaze into my being, as she tried to wipe her hands on her dresa. "Please, d
Ariana..?Oh, moon goddess! My eyes loomed, as I saw it was Ariana. "Why would you ever think of doing such a thing?" I asked, giving her a small but a bit hard slap on her left arm. She screeched. "I thought it was a rogue initially." She bursted into a heavy laughter, cracking out her ribs as her pretty looking set of teeth flashed into my eyes like the sudden flash of sunlight in the dark. I never knew she'd got such a good sense of humour. I hissed. It took her some time to get a hold of herself, as she fell on the bed, sprung up again on her feet, and back to the bed, concurrently, clapping her hands against the bed and on her thighs. "You're such a funny girl! Imagine how you were so prepared to strike back!" She cackled again. I couldn't say anything any further, I just stood by, watching as she displayed. And,"Why did you have to shift into your wolf? Just to scare me I guess!" My words cracked out of my throat. I looked down to my feet as I felt a rope like stuff circli
Alpha Grey…?The stiff gaze on my face would explained it all; I was gripped in terror, as his sunny colored glare dashed into my popped ones, and then scanning all over my body. And in a swift glare, his eyes pierced mine, the connection began to flow. All of a suddenly, there was a huge silence in the room as his gaze shifted from serious to being concerned. He twirled his hand on my palm, my waist, and then he cleared his throat, snapping me back into my world of reality."What were you doing in that bowl, or.. is that how you take your bath?" He furrowed his eyebrows. His usually husky voice turned low, and soft.I didn't know what to give to him as an answer. Just my glare wasn't enough. "Do you know you don't just have to sit in here without looking outside of your environment, especially once it's getting dark out there like this?" He pointed out through the window.Yes, he was right. Feeling too relaxed wasn't the best. I needed to ask, but how dare I question an alpha?! I p
My anger suddenly doused down, a bit, as I saw Alpha Grey walk in. I looked up to the sky- the ceiling, "oh moon goddess, thank you so much for being there for me; even though I think it's just this once." I appreciated, and let out a sigh of relief. Back again to Alpha Grey, the shock in my eyes said it all, as he stared brazenly into my eyes. I studied him with a predator’s unwavering attention; "this isn't going to be funny…" I concluded as he walked closer to me, with fury blazing and oozing from all over him. Surprisingly, I wasn't quivering. I stood firm, watching, and waiting for his touch. His countenance immediately changed, his hands clenching and loosening at intervals, chest pounding, and his nipples grew harder. That broad chest.Those abs.. "Here you go… and I've been searching everywhere for you." Ariana said as she was walking in, running her fingers on the wall as she strolled.I snapped."You don't seem okay, Irisha; what's going on with you?" Ariana twirled her