KING ARCHIE’S POVSilence is fragile. The moment someone breaks it, that very silence would never be again. Although the end of one silence means there could be another silence that could only be born after a moment of chaos-- agreement and disagreement.At the moment, everyone in my mom’s chamber was experiencing silence before the big blow. My head was ringing with Curtis’s voice spreading all over. His last statement threw me into that silence and truth be told, I was scared of what would happen if someone was to break that sense.I was lost in the silence and I do not want to be found. Being found would mean I have to face the reality of his death and also the possibility that there was more fabricated evidence against Amanisa. Pieces of evidence that are confirmed by a healer would risk my chance of saving the woman I loved with everything I was…Perhaps I was nothing. If I was something, I am would have realized that Byron called me here to get me away from Curtis’s baseme
AMANISA’S POVSlow and steady wins the race, they said but the slow and steady I was experiencing wasn't winning a race of any kind.It was draining my life, in fact.The slow intake of breath was becoming suffocating. The steady rise and fall of my chest, as I struggled to breathe, was just as painful as the lump in my heart. So much for slow and steady.I have been through so many challenges and dark moments but this day was the most challenging. I wasn't plotting revenge neither was I trianninhbhard to defeat my so-called enemies.However, life was slowly slipping out of my fingertips with every minute that passed.My body was freezing. Yes, I was sick. Or better still, I was dying.Ever since Violet left hours ago, I have been burning up, throwing us, and groaning for help but no one cared enough to check on me.Violet…Although I was coming down with something before she paid me the unwanted visit, I could have sworn she found a way to poison me with one of her family's toxic.
KING ARCHIE’S POVIf terrified was a person, it would be me. If defeated was a person, that too would definitely be me.And if failure was a Lycan, it will be me, Lycan King Archie Kovan of the Wereland. I was a disgrace to myself and to everyone here yet they cheered, expressing their heartfelt joy while I feign boldness. “Are you sure this plan will work, Kovan? She mustn’t die.”Jay asked, warning me not to follow this path but what could I have done? I couldn't go back. Byron had blocked the path to go backward so I could only go forward since Davina already confirmed that Amanisa was guilty as charged. “Does this mean you believe them? I don't know what has happened to Davina but have you seen Amanisa’s condition?”Jay pointed out, reminding me that Amanisa, the woman I loved was being dragged all the way to the death bench where she would either be beheaded or hung–“You have got to be kidding me! Stop thinking as if you want her dead!”Jay growled within me and I had to hol
KING ARCHIE’S POVIt's all starting to make sense.The pull. The connection. The addiction. It was all beginning to make sense to me now.All along she had been my destined mate and somehow, I couldn't figure that out.“Let me help, Lycan King Archie.” Curtis’s voice reverberated and he was able to snap me out of my trance. I realized that he was with someone that could be helpful with Amanisa’s condition. Someone that had hep her once in the past. Rahela. The Lywolf healer.My new hope. “Follow me. Both of you.” I exclaimed, rushing towards my quarters and leaving Byron, Ardin, Violet, Davina, and every Lycan that had been just as blind as me. Rahela and Curtis ran after me and after what seemed like a race through the earth, we finally arrived in my sleeping chamber. “What happened, My King.”Curtis queried as I laid Amanisa on my bed. I encouraged Rahela to begin healing Amanisa immediately before I faced Curtis who was panting heavily just like I was.Inhaling deeply, I star
KING ARCHIE’S POV“I understand that you want to spend time with Ama– your mate, My King but what do we do about the multitude waiting on the execution ground?”Curtis called my attention to the other important and urgent matters at hand.If he didn't speak, I wouldn't have been able to get out of the trance Amanisa and my growing child had pulled me into even though they were both sleeping.“Get a grip..”I thought to myself, adjusting the cover on Amanisa’s body and facing Rahela and Curtis.“They can wait there for eternity, Curtis. You and I and Rahale have a lot to figure out.”I finally responded to Curtis's question.“But before anything else, I would like to clean my mate up and make her comfortable.”I declared. “Perhaps I should get her servant to clean her up so we can get this done with and–”“Yes.” Although I couldn't trust anyone to take care of Amanisa, Ava was an exception. She could be trusted.“If she hasn't been altered like Davina and the rest.” Jay pointed out, ma
KING ARCHIE’S POVThree days after finding out that the moon goddess had blessed me with a true mate whom I couldn't perceive as mine yet had claimed for myself all along, I was sitting by the bed, holding Amanisa’s hand.She still wasn't awake.She was breathing yet sleeping like she was under a sleeping spell.“Will she open her eyes anytime soon?”I voiced my worries to Rahela who was in the room with me. She knew to stay close even though Amanisa hadn't shown any sign of discomfort.All she showed were signs of a sleeping beauty.Rahela responded, “Her return might blow you away and be the solution we have all been struggling to get for our loved ones.”Curtis walked in at that moment. I wasn't feeling assured but I just had to be strong for my mate, pup, and subjects.“Greetings, Lycan King Archie. Greetings Lywolf Rahela.”Curtis greeted me and I welcomed him curtly while Rahela gave him a heartwarming response.“My King, your sick mom demands to see you–”“That clown isn't my mo
AMANISA’S POV“She is dead!” …. “They killed her... “I will set up the meeting…”Hushed but audible. The voice of a man found its way into a blissful web that I had created around my mind.I believe I created it because no one could give me such peace... Except for the moon goddess. Wait. Could it be that I was dead?Could it be that the male I heard talking was the moon goddess’s assistant or something?Was he keeping tabs on death and how I happened to be killed by those I chose to dedicate my life to from a very young age?Great! I could finally get some rest–“Sorry to spell it out, Ama but you aren't dead. That voice belongs to Gamma Curtis and I believe someone else has been killed by–”“Arla! Is that you!”I exclaimed and unfortunately, my eyes fluttered open, making the weight of being a living lycan sink into me.My senses were at their highest. My sight was sharp. My ears could pick up sounds even though I was all alone in a room I knew too well. I heard footsteps. My mind w
KING ARCHIE’S POVI was sitting on my throne with tears in my eyes. I was crying. I was grieving like a good King and most especially like a good Son would. After all, My mother has been killed.After all, my mother has been poisoned to death and her body was lying in a white coffin that was also in the large throne room with me and all the Lycans and werewolves living and working with Royal Hills. They were all here to witness a new day… a new era that would begin with my mother’s death.“I know this is important but are you certain Amanisa would be fine on her own? Perhaps Curtis shouldn't have left her. I feel strong emotions from the bond but I can’t access her mind.” Jay comp, gained while I wept like a child… a child sitting on a throne. Jay couldn't be bothered about my games. He didn't care that I had killed my mom's look-alike with the help of Rahela and also brought her to the meeting to play games with Byron and my subjects. My Lycan Spirit couldn't care less.“Every L