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
These two men aren’t really just his allies, but because of the times they shared together, the three of them grew to be friends. He couldn’t deny it, could he? The treatment these two have for him aren’t just utter respect but also mutual care. Growing up, he didn’t have any longtime friends. Those who have the same age as him calls him “my king” as the moon goddess prophesized him to be that. He’s nothing to them but a royalty, making friends a strange concept to him. So this is what it feels like, he thought. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to bring the baby to the bathroom.” – Damon said and left the two men in the room. The last time he checked, Norton was puffing the pillows one by one. Damon got out to see Harper sitting on the edge of the ouch, breastfeeding their baby. The slight sight of her nudity made him look away. It doesn’t feel right to be caught staring at her bare breasts. “Sorry… I thought it’s time for his bath.” – he said, looking at the window panes instead“La
Many were wounded, but many made it to survival as well. Brayden has already accepted the fact that Alora would be his new claimed mate. All that has happened in the past has led him to believe that: from the interruption of his claim on Harper by Damon until the death of Shahila who’s the only eligible one aside from Alora. It was for the latter reason that he’s now in Alora’s room, consoling the she-wolf because of Shahila’s untimely death.“I didn’t think you two were close friends.” – he said, letting the she-wolf cry on his shoulderHe could feel the wetness of her tears against his shirt, more so the warm breathing coming from her sobs.“She wasn’t…. she’s not a good person, I know… but she… I don’t know, I’ve always viewed her as a big sister.” – Alora couldn’t speak properly. Brayden sighed. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Yes, she was a friend of mine as well.”“I cannot accept it. How could Harper kill her like an animal?”Brayden gulped. The longer everything is unfolding,
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