Harper’s vision blurred. A blurry vision and a drumming heartbeat may be the worse pair, but nothing beats a combination of both, coupled with confusion and fear.Asher came to her rescue, running as if there’s no other option. A loud voice was in his head, telling him words he wished he could just dismiss. No matter how much he yearns to, it doesn’t go away. “Asher, please…” – the rest of the words faded in thin air. Asher landed on the floor, just a few feet away from the unconscious Lycan king. He was breathing heavily. He was sweating hard. “Asher, please… Help him!” – Harper was crying now., ignoring the presence of the other alpha in the room.However, there was no loss as the Great Alpha has now calmed down. Perhaps it was regret that he stopped what he was doing, relapsing to the ghost of what just happened. He hurt Damon. He hurt his own son. The Great Alpha stood back, one leg backing up with the other. Everything he did flashed before his eyes, now realizing what jus
Asher’s shoulders and bare arms were sore from carrying the king. He hasn’t woken up to his senses yet. Asher’s shirt has been stained with the blood from the back of his head as well. Some areas or patches on his shirt has now dried, leaving a map-like shape because of the blood. Harper was walking behind Asher a few paces behind. She kept on checking on the king, alert for any sign of movement to believe he’s well. So far, no sign of any of those has happened yet. “Are you tired yet, my queen?” – Asher asked, panting“Not really. Are you?”“No. But we’ve been walking for half an hour now. Let’s have a quick break. Prince Hector may be hungry already.”Asher pointed on the small baby being carried by the wolf queen. He has been sucking on his thumb, an indication of hunger. Harper nodded, as his legs were hurting because of the walking as well.The two of them found a huge tree for shelter from the sun’s heat. Behind it were fallen logs. Half of these logs have been dug on the grou
Shahila didn’t realize that the Harper she was staring at now isn’t the same Harper she used to know. So many things have influenced her change. The innocence she knew of her, the easily-manipulated and the version of hers they all knew before were now strange foreign qualities that is forgotten by time. This wolf… this is a different one. “Or what?” – Harper responded, unblinking. She said those two words with her teeth clenched and her voice firm. “Or else we’ll see.” – Shahila said For a moment, Anthony was waiting for what’s about to happen. Half of his mind was telling him to tell the queen to back off, but the other part of him says no. He has somehow bypassed the queen’s decision twice in a day now, he doesn’t wish to have a third. After all, his respect for her needs to prevail over anything else. “I’M SAYING THIS ONE LAST TIME, SHAHILA. GET OUT OF MY WAY.” Harper said in a deep voice, different from the usual sweet and pitchy voice of hers. Shahila took another step for
Damon reached the camp with a striking and ringing sounds in his ears, echoing as he moves. There’s only one goal he has in his mind: to find the queen and bring her back. The sight around him was sickening. It’s already dusk, the remaining embers of the sun peaking at the sides of the faraway mountains, like the horizon was an entrance to a different world where the sun is being swallowed. The wolves have now lessened, as some were already dead, some were wounded. Those who were still anxious about their enemies were still not settled. They have chased, fought against and came after those who wronged them. Damon thought that the Great Alpha and the Black Alpha has ordered the soldiers to do this, or if not, they didn’t care if lives would be lost because of their selfish manifestations. Eyes here and there, only searching for one queen or wolf. He’s sure she’s gone to find the leaders of the pack. However, when Damon ran closer, he noticed something… someone.It was Shahila Ruben,
Harper doesn’t have an idea either. On whether or not what matters more to the king. Is it the name and the throne? Or would she let herself believe that she, after more than a year, has overtaken the weight of the throne? Would she let herself believe that? Despite the odds?Their eyes met, for one brief moment. There, she hoped her gaze communicated what she failed to say in words. Her life fully depends on him now. Whether she survives the next one or not. Here, she has absolutely no control. She could only wait for what he decides for her. Hopefully, it’s the better one for both of them. “WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY, DAMON… you might as well make a choice now.” – Brayden said with a smirkWhen Damon looked at the Great Alpha, he was busy now with sharpening a sharp knife with a thick wool. Either side of the knife was wiped clean. With the faint light coming from the open areas at the side of the hall’s roof, the knife shone like melted silver.And the sight was enough for Damon to tr
Alpha Draco watched as his eldest son struggled to drag the wolf queen from the stage. They’re both not in the greatest shape and everything they do is simply becoming thrice as hard with their current situation. Anthony stepped in to help and the soldiers let him, with the nod coming from Alpha Draco. He has to help his superiors, especially because he knows time’s running out. The queen has told him earlier that Prince Hector was being held by Asher at the middle of the woods, waiting for her. From the gaps on the wall and the roof, he can say the night hasn’t been young. That’s why he has to act fast. “Here, my king, let me help.” – he said, placing the queen’s other arm on his shoulder.“Thank you, Anthony… and you cannot call me that anymore. I’m not a king now. I’m only a common werewolf. You might as well get used to it.”A sad smile was Anthony’s reply. It hasn’t dawned on him yet. The realization that he’s no longer the king he grew to respect and obey. Perhaps it will nev
Harper didn’t say a word to anyone but she’s unsure of what she suggested as well. She couldn’t help but start doubting her suggestion. True, she has spent quite some time with Mrs. Keevah but the circumstances of their last meeting made her doubt if she would take them under her roof. However, in desperate times like this and when they have no liberty to choose any other option, she knew she has to take the leap for everyone. It must be her to make the decision now since the king’s broken.“Perhaps that meant we should get going now while the night’s not over.” – Asher said, finally supporting Harper’s decision. “Yes, we should.”- Harper affirmed“Wait… how about the rest of the pack?” Damon said, looking back at the direction of the campAnthony and Harper exchanged glances. Right before the king showed himself in the camp, they saw it all. Most of the white wolves perished through the battle. Those who survived were only few and are now stuck at the camp, under a foreign leader
After some more walks and misdirection, the small group of four reached their destination. They sat at the side of the bench, right where the house in question was located. Harper took a deep breath, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. It was a habit, where she does the lip biting when she feels nervous. Not that it calms her nerves, it never does. However, it felt right. The temporary feeling of home she felt back in the past felt the same now. With trembling hands, she raised her knuckles to knock on the wooden door. Once, twice, three times in a row. She heard footsteps leading to the other side of the door. She alerted herself, knowing that there’s only one occupant in the house. Their hostess.Slowly, the door opened. Mrs. Keevah looked the same from the last time they talked. Aside from the additional hair accessory of a white headband, her face still gave the same kind aura, her smile still warm and most of all, her overall demeanor being the same.There was a look of su