The Great Alpha sat on one of the couches, his eyes focused and unblinking from the fireplace. The cold has settled outside on an early morning, and he was sipping his hot cocoa drink to deal with it. The fire danced like humans being burned to death, the coal turned into embers glowing with specks of flame. The warmth it caused him and the hot liquid trickling down his throat was a sensation he needed to think: now that his two sons have been driven further away from each other, what should he do?His disappointment on Damon’s decision to turn away from him has been occupying a large portion of his mind. It’s a manifestation that he never knew him, or any of his sons. It was too quick for Damon to choose Harper over him, love over his duties. He couldn’t understand it. After all, how would he?“Great Alpha, may I speak with you?”An angelic voice stopped him from thinking. He turned his head a little to the right and had a glimpse of a ling red dress with sparkly hems. There’s only
Is it possible, though?That right after that chase between Mrs. Keevah and the white wolves, she would still accept them now, the second time around? Brayden sighed and twisted his body closer to the fire. To feel something. Unlike what he expected, the cocoa didn’t warm his guts. Or maybe it’s because he’s naturally cold-blooded. “You were saying…” Brayden almost forgot the Great Alpha was still sitting a foot in his right side. He gave him a sideways glance. He couldn’t tell him what he just thought of right away, not when it’s uncertain. As for now, he meant to keep it only for himself.Just until he gets either certainty or eradication of it. “Nothing, Great Alpha. I said whatever you decide on, you can count on me to be in full support.”The Great Alpha gave him a nod. This is what’s supposed to be for a son: supportive, submissive and above all, faithful. Brayden may be the headstrong one, but now he knows between the two, Brayden’s the one who holds his best interests at h
Of all the full moons, this one’s the brightest and the biggest.It’s like an optical illusion. The moon looked three times bigger than its usual size now. An event fit for the celebration. As Alora looked at it, she couldn’t help but admire its splendor of beauty. It was staring back at them, like the moon goddess has given them their blessing.“What a lovely night, huh?” – Alpha Draco noticed it too. He stood next to his soon-to-be daughter in law. For the occasion, he wore the Alpha crown made of wolf bones. He also wore a brown tunic with black and white gems on its hems, a last-minute specialized order to symbolize the unification of the black and white clans. He appeared magnificent and looked superior, which he is. “It is, Great Alpha. I believe the moon goddess is smiling down on us right now.” – Alora said, raising her hand to the moon and closing one of her eyes, as if touching it. The Great Alpha looked at her with a poker face. He didn’t understand what she was doing.
Alora grimaced. It was really sharp blade and it stung. Every cut that touched her skin felt like a thousand needles poking at the same time.They clapped upon seeing what the Great Beta did. Alora’s heart was on cloud nine. This was exactly what and how she’s envisioned it before. This is what she should be, what she’s capable of. Alora handed the same knife to Brayden who also did the same. The ceremonial act was utterly attractive to Alora, making the smallest act a form of love. Then when trickles of blood got out from his stream, he held hers. Bleeding hands caught and intertwined in the middle of everyone. As Brayden gripped, Alora felt the pressure on her skin. The main purpose of that is to let the blood drop from their hands down to the small bowl placed at the center of the two of them. These will be the act of claiming. The combined blood would be drunk by the two wolves. So there should be enough for the two of them. “With your blood, you’re abandoning a part of yoursel
Days went by and Alora’s episodes on having random flashes of memory on her mind got into a frequent basis. It happens every now and then, with more and more terrifying memories to choose from. The witch hasn’t left her side from the first day Brayden introduced the two of them. The witch was named Jona and she’s as old as Grandma Laura before she died. Her way of healing and checking up on Alora’s condition was traditional. She uses leaves from old trees, herbs and spices from different areas of the world, still stuck on a small resealable tube. It was placed on the cabinets, right atop each of the hanging boards. For the last days, what the witch has given them as an answer has been nothing but broad and vague. What they knew is that this is still because of that curse Harper has imputed on her before. Only this time, it got worse. It has deeply rooted into her mind and memories. The witch also said it isn’t the end status of it yet. It could be worse… and time is ticking for it t
Harper woke up with a start. For some weeks, it was the first time she had a dream. Quite the contrary to the peaceful night she had in the house. She sleeps before midnight now. Thankfully as the months add up, Hector’s behavior has improved. He’s not much of a hassle now. He’s behaved and only seldom cries. She had many peaceful nights and hopeful mornings. However, this morning’s different. She woke up in sweats. She woke up with her forehead drenched in a pool of sweat. Her hair damp and her neck wet. The small v-area of her chest also has the same appearance. Harper was panting when she crawled to the window at the other side of her bed and pulled the curtain open. It was too sunny outside. By the looks of it, it could be almost 9 in the morning. The city life was in full blast, radios sounding from the neighborhood, sounds from the nearby highway disrupting those who are still asleep. As if on cue, a knock was on her door. She paced towards it and saw that it was Damon who
Damon and his two minions rode the bus and chose the seats at the rear. It was a long-cushioned seat, enough for the three of them to occupy. It also left them enough room for their bags. Each only brought one backpack with their clothing. None else. Their sanity, yes, if that counts. While the bus was traveling, the only thing Damon could think about was this Marion Grey. Harper was right, the name hasn’t surfaced in the wolf world before. The letter was the first evidence of its or his existence. Even in the history books, they were devoid of any proof about the mentioned pack. If they’re knew, that would be understandable… but with the scarcity of wolf lives now, does new packs still evolve? For years, Damon was sure they were the only existent packs. The black and the white wolves of Red Blood Pack. Or maybe they were hidden all these years. That could be a reason. For fear or prosecution by humans. Or for any other reasons Damon does not know. His two colleagues were not bot
“Thank you for believing in me… or for not believing that I am made in the same mold as my father. I only have a few who feels and believe the same. “The words left a bitter taste at Damon’s tongue. If he could only take it back, he would. But he already said it. Marion has already sensed his vulnerability.“Oh no. I despise people or wolves with mindset like that. we all have distinct molds. It’s not hereditary at all.” – Marion said and lighted a cigar. He offered one to Damon who politely shook his head to refuse. “I hope every wolf I meet is like you. Every wolf at home sees me now as the second Alpha Draco. Even… even my mate. She sees me as a dangerous weapon.”What’s with the Virgo air that makes Damon speak these things?Or was it because Marion’s presence is like a warm furnace that he finds it easy to be transparent around him?“That’s sad to hear. However, it isn’t too late. You can still change her mind. May I know the name of this lucky mate?”“She’s Harper… Harper Redm