Dorian's Point of View
It was the third pack I searched, looking for her. As I packed up my things to leave the pack and head to the nearest pack, the alpha's daughter came in.
I had stayed in the crest filled pack for a week and it seemed that the alpha's only daughter had taken a particular liking to me. I did not encourage this of course.
She did not stop even though I told her the main purpose of my being there was to look for my mate who was is missing.
She had not relented, always throwing sultry looks and randomly touching me. It was all uncomfortable for me, but I felt there was no harm done as long as I did not reciprocate. After all, the crest filled pack was a very powerful pack, and making an enemy of the pack would be a disastrous thing to do.
That was until she came into my room in only a robe.
As I heard the door open, I immediately turned around. No one had ever walked into the room, especially without knocking. The alpha had graciously given me enough of my space and time to keep to myself and conduct the search effectively.
When I saw her, my breath slowed down. At least she was not a threat.
She waved shyly, her hair bouncing as she did. She walked up to me, taking her time, foot before foot until she reached where I stood.
" You are leaving so soon? That's a bit sad honestly" she purred, lying on the bed. I tried to ignore her in the most polite way possible, avoiding eye contact and stuffing my bags even faster.
" What's the hurry? Come on, come lie down here and tell me all about it" she said, patting the space next to her on the bed.
My wolf growled in my head. How could she be so shameless? Did she not care about finding her own mate? I shoved my anger and unanswered questions down, focusing instead on getting out of there as fast as I could.
When she noticed I had no plan on coming close to her, she got up, hugging me from behind.
I froze. I did not like this one bit. Amelia is probably cold and scared out of her mind, but here I am, in the company of another woman. The guilt was eating away at my soul and I began to feel like the air was suffocating me the longer I stayed in her grasp.
I pulled her hands off me forcefully.
" Please, restrain yourself. I told you I have a mate. The least you can do is respect her and let me go on my search peacefully. Why are you doing this?" I asked, trying to talk reason into her.
Her expression did not change, like every word I was saying went into one ear and exited the other.
" Well, you can always have a bit of fun. She is not here Dorian..I really like you and I know you don't want anything permanent, and that's cool by me. I just want to have a taste of you" she said, her hands were on my chest now, making gentle circular motions.
My wolf was pissed at me, urging me to grab her by the hair and tear her limb for limb. Anyone who would hinder his search was considered the enemy. But I still had more reason than him. It was better to just talk to her and make her understand.
" I don't want to. Please respect my decision, you are a very beautiful girl and I'm sure your mate is out there somewhere " I said to her, pulling away her hands like it was made of fire that burned my skin.
As I did this, I saw her express finally change to a scowl.
" I don't know why you keep going on about this mate of yours. All week and you can't even see how head over heels I am over you, your mate is probably dead anyways, and the sooner you accept that, the better" she said, her words ringing around the room and haunting me.
I could not hold my wolf back any longer after she said that. He came to the surface, grabbing her neck and slamming her body into the wall.
I tried to rein him in back but a small part of me wanted him to harm her, or at least scare her out of her wits in such a manner that she would never even look at me should I ever come back to this pack for whatsoever reasons.
And my wolf did just that. She looked surprised, but most of all scared. His claws were out now, digging into the sides of her neck as he pressed down.
" Don't you ever say that. My mate is alive and well and I would get her back. And I won't have any one like you stand in the way of me getting her back." He growled in her face, his eyes deadly.
She whimpered, eyes closed in fear as she waited for the inevitable death that was to come.
" I would have killed you, but my human seems to care about what the alpha of this pack sees him as. Now I will release you, and the goddess help you if any soul hears about what happened in this room. You went for a run and got scratched by some trees. What did I say?" He asked. I was enjoying this, this violent side of him.
She whimpered again, trying to form sentences as tears dropped from her eyes.
" I went for a run in the woods and got scratched by some trees" she repeated, voice filled with fear. I'm
Finally, I took control of my body back. I had a smug smile on my face, seeing her face was so worth it all. It felt nice to teach her a lesson.
She ran out, crying and brawling her eyes out.
I picked up my bags and made to leave the room.
I had no particular pack in mind, but I knew that I would start with the nearest pack around the crest-filled pack.
As I exited the room, heading towards where my car was packed, I could see the alpha examining his daughter's neck as he questioned her.
She made eye contact with me and froze. I could hear what she said next.
" It's nothing serious, I promise. just went for a run in the woods and got scratched by some trees" she replied.
I nodded in agreement. That was what I expected and i moved to continue my search.
Dorian's Point of ViewFlashback from days back before I began the search for AmeliaI was just healing from being poisoned in the bush where I went in search of Amelia who went missing. She had allegedly missed her way after being sent on an errand by his beta. I found her only after i fell on a tree branch that was laced with poison by who God knows.I didn't know why I was feeling restless this particular day, maybe it was because of boredom, but I felt really restless and i was just staring at my ceiling all dayI needed to stand up from this bed and do something.Preferably talk to Amelia.I was slowly getting obsessed with her, I was very much aware of the fact that I was supposed to distance myself from her. That she was right and that the relationship we shared had a very dark past, but I was like a moth being drawn to a flame.The circumstances surrounding our past was not so bright and I intend to take it slow and gain her complete trust. She was going to be my second chance
Martha Point of ViewThe passage of thirty agonizing minutes felt like an eternity as I prepared for the pivotal moment of my scheme. It was the icing of the cake indeed.Clutching a jar filled with gasoline, I moved with stealth and purpose towards the gym, where Amelia unsuspectingly occupied herself. My plan had formed the day I overheard the Healer advising her to exercise regularly, I just had to refine it a bit, make it more elaborate. The weight of the jar felt heavy in my hands, symbolizing the impending chaos I was about to unleash. I couldn't wait to see hell unleashed in the mansion.As I approached the gym, a mix of nerves and determination coursed through me. Many would call me the bad, but even the bad has his fun filled moment.I wouldn't back down now, there was no one around, now was the right time to do what I had to do. With meticulous precision, I began pouring the gasoline around the perimeter, ensuring every inch was coated in the flammable liquid. The pungent s
Martha Point of ViewThe passage of thirty agonizing minutes felt like an eternity as I prepared for the pivotal moment of my scheme. It was the icing of the cake indeed.Clutching a jar filled with gasoline, I moved with stealth and purpose towards the gym, where Amelia unsuspectingly occupied herself. My plan had formed the day I overheard the Healer advising her to exercise regularly, I just had to refine it a bit, make it more elaborate. The weight of the jar felt heavy in my hands, symbolizing the impending chaos I was about to unleash. I couldn't wait to see hell unleashed in the mansion.As I approached the gym, a mix of nerves and determination coursed through me. Many would call me the bad, but even the bad has his fun filled moment.I wouldn't back down now, there was no one around, now was the right time to do what I had to do. With meticulous precision, I began pouring the gasoline around the perimeter, ensuring every inch was coated in the flammable liquid. The pungent s
Amelia's Point of viewWhen I was still in the pack, the beta had to be part of the top five people I disliked.He was a sneaky, perverted man who took delightful pleasure in watching me beg him to leave me alone.The assaults happened all of a sudden. I clearly remember the first time.he touched me. I was around sixteen, I was bruised and battered up from the series of beatings that the pack members had inflicted on me.As I laid there, trying to regain enough strength to get up, he had walked up to me, a smirk on his face." You little murderer, what are you crying about? You should be glad we are merciful enough to let you live" he snarled at me.I just laid there, too tired to defend myself and explain to them that I was still mourning the loss of both my parents." You can't talk huh? I will teach you to respond when I talk to you" he said, walking towards me menacingly.No one was around me then, the whole pack house was silent. Everyone had gone to the festival happening outsid
Amelia's Point of ViewI just knew I was in trouble as I got back into the room. The sleeping beauty was awake, staring at the ground in anger as she sat on the bed.All the maids were lined up, heads bowed as they looked at me in fright, their eyes telling me to hurry up and join them.I swallowed. What was the matter now?None of them dared to explain anything to me, their heads still bowed as they waited whatever punishment she had in mind for their sins." I wake up, expecting to see my maids all lined up and ready for the day. You have one job but you can't even do it right. I'm not asking for the moon, I'm just asking for you to be here when I wake up. And yet, little miss here decided that gallivanting around the mansion owned by MY mate was the best thing to do. Honestly the disrespect is appaling. You don't even respect me enough to obey me?" She asked.It was then I figure out I was the cause of all this.I looked up. That was my second mistake." Luna, I just went to give t
Erica's Point of View I sat on the plush sofa, gently sipping the bloody Mary that I ordered. The best place to meet for every shady business was at a club house packed full with sweaty teens and guys that just wanted a good time.I love this particular club a little too much. Perhaps it was because they made one hell of a sumptuous Mary or probably because there was always a sweaty teenager to take out my anger on. It was the plus side of every club in the human world. It amazed me sometimes, just how gullible these people were. They were so powerless, no molecule of strength in them, yet they lived life so frivolously like they have nine lives.It was none of my business anyways. They were a bunch of no gooders and I was just a very pissed off werewolf.If there was anything I upheld, it was punctuality. I hated the concept of arriving just in time for a meeting of five minutes after a meeting already began.But obviously, Derek did not share the same ideas and thoughts with me b
Derek's Point of ViewAs she stood up to leave, I finally felt free from the burden of having to deal with her. She was too much, always prancing about the place like she was Lord over me.If only she knew that the only reason she was still alive was because I just have not figured out yet who she was and why she disliked Dorian so much.I did not care much though, any one who dislikes Dorian enough to destroy him and his stupid ego was my friend. But somehow, her motives being unknown to me made me feel on edge for some reasons.Not many girls dislikws Dorian. To them, he was the perfect man. I had my guys look into her but everything drew up flat. It was like she never had a record.Evelyn wolverine seemed not to exist. But I knew there was just something about her I could not place. I had been in the company of Dorian ever since he was a child and I knew and kept account of every single woman he knew. But not her...The thought alone upset me, making me feel like punching a hole in
Amelia's Point of ViewI was not sure how long I was out, but I do know I had slept for a long while.The pain made me delusional, I kept drifting in and out of sleep as I tried to hold my consciousness enough to hear and understand what was going on around me.I remember Natasha being by my side for a while, before she left, then the room was just...cold. No one stayed with me.When I woke up, my head was banging in ways that I could not fathom. I was lying down on the strawberry covered linens with the duvet tossed around.At first, it all felt blurry and distant, like I was looking in to someone else's life and not mine. I remembered the whipping. I remembered the pain and struggle to stay awake.But that was all, after the whipping every memory seemed to have been wiped out even though I drifted in and out of consciousness over time.I nearly felt bad for my wolf, all my life she had just been a mechanism to help my body heal faster. She deserves better than all this. I made a men
She came as a ghost, her step as silent as breathing, her presence cold that seemed to penetrate to the very heart of his pack. She stood before him, her eyes bottomless black as always, her lips as cold as ice."You owe me, Thane," she whispered, her voice sweetly tinged with threat. "And this day's payment."Thane's ground fell away beneath him. All that it had cost him those years of running, that effort to remain one step ahead of his devils, had been for nothing. He had seen today on the horizon, but there before him, weighed down by the burdens of his conditioned responses, a strangling sense of despair struck him.He looked at his pack, whose faces he vowed to protect, and knew he could no longer flee. He had to go back to Arachne, and face the wrath of what he had done, however repulsive. "As you will," he breathed out, his voice slick and unfaltering.The grin of Arachne spread wider, her hunt gleam eyes burning hotter."Oh, Thane," she breathed softly, her voice silky as poi
Bermont’s throat had been ripped out, his body lying lifeless on his desk, his empty face blankly regarding the ceiling. And beside him, Lyanna, her elongated body twisted into an impossible shape, her beautiful face contorted into face of terror.Thane's stomach lurched. This wasn’t a clean kill. It was a massacre.The room was trashed, desecrated by gigantic claw marks bigger than what any wolf could have left and through his friend. Obscene symbols, painted red, thick black smudges, painted on the walls. It was an abomination of deformed, ritualistic butchery, painted to look like that of some horrific supernatural being.Backwards, his wolf started snarling in shock and horror, receding and receding until Thane backed away. Not this. This kind of killing was not what he had signed up for.He suddenly felt like he was being watched. From a corner he saw her. Arachne.She had emerged from the shadows, her hands and lower forearm smeared with freshly-shed blood. She glowed."You—" Th
Years Ago-The room in Bermont's study glimmered blackly with unwritten things, weighed down by pungent smell of burnt pine and acrid taste of bitterness. Bermont, a huge fat man, collapsed over his enormous wooden desk, his shadow falling on pieces of paper here and there.His wife, Lyanna, at the window, statue of coldness, her eyes over some point far away beyond frosted glass. The theatre of authority, its rough tactlessness."You know you can’t be Alpha, Thane," Bermont told him, his tone laced with thoughtless disdain of a man who was certain he was in charge. "You were born to be a follower, not a leader. Learn that, and perhaps, perhaps I'll continue to allow that you might stay at my side. A pet, perhaps."The second half of that tense almost-snarl, cautious bite.Thane's fists were balled, fingernails pressing crescent moon shapes into palms. The wolf within him, that source of strength, snarled fury, its primal power bursting in harmony with his own.Years of that, of provi
The reality struck me like a sledgehammer. I respected her, I looked up to her, and never ever admitted that I loved her, not even to myself. I was just too afraid, too occupied being the person I was supposed to be, too afraid to be rejected.But now that she was in danger, I could not play games anymore. I loved her, had loved her for years, and would do anything to win her back in one piece.There was a knock on the door, shattering me out of daydreaming. Greggory stood there, his face creased with concern."Alpha," he said, "we have a problem."My heart sank. "What?""We've been told by the border patrol," he explained. "They did see tracks, off our territory, into the Nelder forest. But not ordinary tracks. Lena's."I bolted upright, my fists clenching. "Are you sure?"Greggory nodded. "Yes. They picked up her scent. She was definitely there.""But she's been gone for so long," I said. "Why would her scent still linger there?""We don't know," Greggory admitted. "But the prints s
"Words are breath, Alpha. An oath of loyalty must… be flesh." I touched him, my hand tracing the harshest plane of his jaw, feeling the shuddering under his flesh. "Kneel, Alpha," I commanded, my tone falling to a silky pitch, but supported by adamant authority."Pledge yourself to me, here and now, before the ancient powers that lie in wait within this caravan."There was a flicker of defiance in his eyes, the lingering of his Alpha pride. But that was quickly overwhelmed, smothered by the crushing weight of his desperation. Reluctantly, he knelt down, slowly, his gaze still on mine, an internal battle unspoken."Repeat after me," I ordered, my voice low and rich, calling on the inner strength that coursed through me, generating a sense of drama around the event. "I, Killian of the Skyline Pack…"He echoed the words, his voice rasping, just audible, every syllable a concession, a fragment of his freedom surrendered."Promise my allegiance."He stood before me, the gravity of the word
Shakira's POVMy frantic investigation had turned out to be nothing but murky suggestions and dead ends. Ancient texts mentioned domination spells, psychic intrusions, everything apart from the inexplicable, mass damp that hung over Killian's pack.I really couldn’t admit that I knew nothing of what was happening. Not to Killian. My well-crafted reputation of an infamous witch demanded an aura of omniscience, of proficiency at the divine crossroads. To reveal my fallibility, would be to destroy the illusion, to jeopardize all that I had struggled for. And to lose Killian… that was something I was not going to allow to happen.My defense would be in deception. I would pretend to have a solution, to stall and keep Killian in my control, while I desperately searched for a real one, or… created one myself.I got up from my chair, the groaning old wood grumbling a welcome creak in the still caravan. I gazed about at the crowded shelves of jars, bottles, and desiccated herbs. Ingredients. I
Killian’s POVThe weight in my chest was more than crushing, it was overbearing. Every beat a leaden weight in my chest, every breath a struggle. Shakira's words haunted my quarters, taunting me. What did it even mean, to yield to another, to a witch with such a reputation as that? The very thought sent a shiver down my spine.And yet, the happenings in my pack flashed through my mind, the stunned horror and fear on their faces, the unearthly incantation of "Simon is Lord!" ringing in my ears. Dexter's sickening smile, insincere, repulsive, revolved through my thoughts like a record stuck on a groove. My pack was falling apart, family by family, and here I stood, contemplating and hesitating to submit to Shikira's request.Delaying was not going to cut it any longer. Something had to be done but what? Xavier's suggestion of going out to other packs and begging for assistance was practical, logical even. But his advice was replaced by an increasing horror that compelled me to listen to
She took a deep breath, her eyes snapping open. The pool was calm, its reflective mirror of the moon's glow unbroken. Aurora was not. She could feel it. The power that lay within her was no longer latent. It was alive, humming with energy, the essence of White Luna.She looked at Selene, her eyes shining with sudden understanding. "I… I think I understand."Selene's face erupted into a warm smile."The way has just been opened, Aurora. There is much to learn, much to prepare you for. But you will not be doing it alone. I will be here, every step along the way."Aurora's heart was a tempest of the expectation and terror that battled within it. She was a goddess, a new White Luna. Her journey would be challenging, but giving up was not an option.The weight of a new life was heavy on Aurora, more heavily even than any material weight. She was the White Luna, a goddess reborn. Her mind was heavy with the words, a reminder of just how great a weight was on her shoulders. She looked at her
Those words hung heavily in the empty garden, alone-an affront to all she had ever conditioned to understand about the world. She was an Omega, the lowest one to exist within the pack, born to take orders and not give them. This… this could not be. And yet, visions, power flowing through her veins, Selene's presence here-everything screamed for a truth she could not help but believe."Preparations?" she managed to croak with a throat parched and raspy. "For what?"Selene's visage became unbroken. "For war coming. The war you saw earlier. One to raze not your pack alone but all the packs. A war unlike any other."Her mind was a wild knot of possibilities. The rumors of the Thane of Redblood-whispers of another foe-it fit together all too sickly. This, however, was not a pack war; this was a war against something older and far more evil than anything imaginable. Survival war."But..but I am just myself," she stammered without faith in herself, helplessly waving her hands. "I know nothin