The night came and Alora was in shock to see the men gathered outside. They were lined in rows like disciplined soldiers and they were waiting for their leader. Brayden was nowhere in sight. But Alora’s certain it is his command that everyone was waiting to hear. For what? she’s clueless… again.“What’s going on? Where are they going?” – Alora asked. The man who passed her scratched his head and looked around. He was confused too. However, it’s clear he was thinking of whether or not he should tell Alora. If this is a secret mission or something like that, she wanted to know it more.“I don’t think I’m allowed to disclose-““Tell me and I’ll give you $50.”The man was easy to be bribed. He opened his right palm in front of Alora, asking for the promised amount. Alora rolled her eyes and reached for her purse. She got the bills from her wallet and paid to the man. The latter accepted it, checked the money’s amount and pocketed it. “Now tell me what you know.” – Alora insistedThe ma
Uneasiness crawled up her body like spiders. Harper couldn’t help but look at the camp’s entrance every minute. The voice inside her head kept telling her there will be someone to come. Someone who won’t bring good news to the camp, but only destruction. Harper’s almost sure this is a predilection, but Shahila showed no sign of believing her.“You’re making me dizzy, Harper. Stop turning your head every ten seconds.” – Shahila snapped.Harper bit her lower lip. It didn’t feel right to just lean back and relax. She was sure she didn’t feel agitated for nothing. “I’m sorry… But I couldn’t be sure unless Damon comes back unscathed.”Shahila laughed.“You really are a newbie. Damon haven’t lost a battle yet. If there comes one. Also, he’s coming to the city, blend in with the humans. If they’re someone who should be afraid of that setup. It will be the humans, not him.”Harper nodded, giving herself some benefit of the doubt. This is not something she’d love to be right about. She’d love
Brayden’s adrenaline filled him up with both enthusiasm and energy. He led the pack towards his rival camp. They were all running towards the entrance, which is now visible at the end of the path. Any minute now, he’ll get hold of his mate again. And to recover her for himself. “Come on, men!”He shouted and when they reached the entrance, the wolves inside saw them. They panicked, running from here and there. An alarm sounded and everyone got notified of their uninvited guests’ arrival. Inside the camp, there were a lot of screaming and shouting. Shahila looked at the entrance and exchanged nods with Brayden. As agreed, she will not be harmed. She can only act scared and terrified, but she will not be harmed by any of the men. “Miss Shahila, come! Follow me!” – one of her loyal servants said, reaching for her hand. Shahila looked at her right and heard the battle cries. They’re already here. One by one, the wolves transformed. Black ones wrestle with the white. Claws were out an
Damon was on his way home when he saw many cars and motorbikes parked at the foot of the forest. It was unusual, as the place he had chosen was more on the country side. Only a few men in the camp have their wheels and they were deposited someplace for safekeeping. He’s sure these vehicles don’t belong to his men. He checked them individually, looking for some insignia of its identity. The parked motorbikes have the small model, as oppose to the variety of cars. However, there’s one thing common to all of them. They were all marked with a seal. A familiar wolf crest.Blood moon.Black claw marks.He cursed when he realized what it was. Or rather, to whom the crest belongs to: The First Red Blood pack.Damon didn’t waste no time and jogged towards the woods. He knew every tree and path therein like the back of his hand. He didn’t need a map. All he could think about was the safety of the camp… and most of all, his queen. He met the alpha once, he can’t risk losing her again. He then
Damon managed to kick Brayden in the loins and he cocked his head to hit him. It worked. The black wolf lost his balance and rolled over to the side. This little time gave Damon the opportunity to use for his advantage. With one strong blow, he slashed his opponent’s chest with his claws, causing a stinging deep cut. It made Brayden cry for pain. “Give her to me and I will let you live.” – Damon saidDeep down, he didn’t want to let him go for the second time. He has done enough damage to test his mercy. However, he knew the law of the wolves. Given that his pack and Brayden’s came from one clan, he doesn’t want to drag everyone else with him. He did not want to cause more war than what’s already existing. Between the two of them, he chooses to be the bigger person. Brayden got up as a human. The cut on his bare chest now becoming more obvious and noticeable. He looked down at it and touched it with her fingertips. Fresh blood trickled from the cut and dropped to the ground. “Huh…
Shahila waited, her made up lie about what happened at her grasp. She already made sure there’s no lose ends in what she was about to say to the king. She even has an excuse on how the protective spell was removed and how the invaders entered the camp. She knew it was a bad thing, but she decided to name Aida as the traitor. It was the only excuse she can think of. That… or she turn herself in and be the one to be prosecuted instead. She can’t afford that now. Who is Aida, anyway? She’s just one of her servants. Well, she should serve. In whatever manner. The waiting took forever. As she sat on the common room’s steps, pretending to assist the wounded wolves to the infirmary so they can be treated, she couldn’t help but notice that the king hasn’t arrived yet. He also didn’t leave any message with anyone in the camp. She was starting to worry.“Hey, please help this man to the infirmary. Be careful with his arms, it’s fractured.” – she said to the person who just passed her side.
While they were traveling on a horse, all Harper can think about was Damon and the pitiful state he was in when they left him. She’s hoping that by now, people from the camp have already found him and placed him on a safer place. She hoped they were treating him now and most of all, she hoped they came in time. He was in a pretty bad shape. It hurts to even look at him. Hurts. It wasn’t easy to admit that to herself. Yet, Harper realized that she cares for him. Not just because he has saved her and claimed her as his mate. It was something else. Unlike with Brayden, she didn’t feel like a captive in the camp. She indeed felt valued and cared for. It made her realized she wanted to do the same thing to him. To make him feel seen, to make him feel heard.Funny how timing sucks. She was deprived of that opportunity now. In the meantime. Deep in her heart, she was hoping he would come and save her again… or better, this time, she saves herself.She wanted to check up on him so bad. Bad
The sight Brayden saw was of Alora on the floor, wrenching in pain. Her right hand was placed at the small of her back and on her face was a look of pain. He looked down at her and at Harper, who was standing at the side, her both hands hanging at either side. Harper knew she has to say something, but she had no idea on what exactly will make the situation better. What does Brayden expect to hear from her. A justification, perhaps? Why was she having an early catfight with her own best friend?“May I excuse myself? I’m to tired from the trip.” – Harper said and turned but Brayden held her wrist.“Where do you think you’re going?”She was forced to turn around and walk to the same spot she came from. “What do you need me here for? I already know you prefer her over me. That’s why you cannot treat me properly, right?”Harper couldn’t believe she was saying this in front of him. Gone were the days that she was terrified merely of his presence. The times when one look from him could si