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
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