MiattaIt was already sundown after our gardening task. Elena led us back to the dark room, our hands on our shoulders on a straight file. I caught myself occasionally looking out for the helpful stranger, but he had indeed vanished. I thought of asking someone if they had seen him too, to confirm that he hadn't been a ghost or a trick of the light, but remembering how they had laughed instead of coming to my aid earlier, I kept my question to myself. In the dark room, I was reunited with Addy, and she welcomed me warmly."So...how was your first day in the garden?" She shuffled to the left, creating a seat for me beside her. She was in Group White and they had been assigned to room sanitation. Ramona was in the same group as Addy, and she sat close to us too, humming a tune lightly."It was a new experience but not as unpleasant as I had thought," I admitted, leaning against the wall. It had taken me some time to get used to the pair of scissors, but in the end, I had gotten the hang
Miatta When I returned to the dark room, I was royally miffed and didn't want to speak to anyone. Addy's group members surrounded her in silence and my guilt pinched me severely. Addy, innocent Addy was in the state she was because of me and there was nothing I could do about it. Ramona was teary and she indulged in her tears, tugging on Addy’s still hands. Her long golden locks were scattered around her face, framing it like a halo. I approached the group tentatively, the other slaves watching me curiously. “May I?” I asked no one in particular but they adjusted to create some room for me to huddle around their fallen leader. No one said a word to me and I was oddly pleased with their silence. At least they were not pointing accusing fingers at me even if their hearts were against me. I took Addy's hand and pressed on the knuckles, focusing all my concentration on her face. There was a technique my mother used to bring some of her agitated patients out of unconsciousness. She woul
MiattaYvette stepped away from the Lycan Prince, her mouth agape with shock. I had done the exact opposite of what she had probably been expecting. I remembered that I was not supposed to be causing any trouble because I had pledged my allegiance to the Lycan King, and so, I was to be seen and not heard. I rose to my feet and executed a perfect curtsy that would have put Addy's to shame."Is that all you have to say, Miatta?" The prince relented, and it turned out that Yvette was not the only one I had managed to disappoint with my good wolf act. He adjusted his stance, and I said nothing more, waiting for him to leave."Do you even know the punishment for your offense?" He continued speaking, encircling me in the process. I was tempted to follow his movements to prevent him leaving my line of sight, but it would not suit my objective. I was not afraid of many people, but the Lycan King was an exception. The lycan surrounding me was about to join that exception list. It felt weirdly
Miatta The sun arose but I didn't get to see it. Neither did any occupant of the room but it wasn't unusual because the room had no windows. However, I could not deny that the man I had once thought was a part of my imagination was real. I had seen him the night before, his face hovering over mine. He had run away before I could ask him who he was and I had forgotten to inquire from Addy due to the impromptu hassle. Speaking of Addy, I immediately remembered the condition she was in. She still lay beside me, inert and quiet. “Please, get up, Addy. I don't like seeing you like this,” I beseeched her, kneeling by her side. I slipped a petition across to the Moon Goddess to keep her alive for my sake. “Is it morning already?” a hoarse voice croaked, yawning afterwards and opening my eyes, I saw Addy blinking at me drowsily. I sat too, overwhelmed before I could recognize that she was indeed awake. I flung myself on her, hugging and kissing her on the cheek. “Oof! Get off me, you rog
Miatta Yvette was shocked first of all but as soon as the shock wore off, she headed straight for Addy, flashing her deadly claws. The entire members of Group White assembled around their leader, protecting her from the vengeful Yvette. Addy was unbothered by the threat, rising from her bedside gradually. Her locks whipped against the hollow behind her knees. “Don't we have duties this morning? I assume you should be motivating us to get to work instead of threatening me with those ugly names.” She sounded different, more confident and cocky. I had not known Addy for long but I could tell that her relapse had changed something in her or rather, had awoken a dormant spirit in her. She was badass now. Her team regrouped and assembled behind her, tapping from her brash confidence. She nudged Yvette aside with a shoulder and passed by her silently, leading her group outside. My group leader, Elena signalled for me and I ran towards her, hiding my unadorned neck with my thick hair. “Wh
Miatta “If you want your collar, meet me at this spot tonight as the last horn is sounded. Come alone.” His words resounded in my mind when I returned to my spot in the messy kitchen. Elena had questioned me and after I had explained myself, she had asked if I was okay. I was fine and I told her so. She allowed me to get back to work and I picked the brown rag meant for drying the slabs. My survival depended on my ability to hide my unadorned neck from the sights of others and my long hair made that task a little bit achievable. However, I remained on guard. No one could be trusted anymore, not concerning such a delicate issue. Ryan finding out so soon was a mistake. I could not afford to let it happen again. It took two hours to finish up the disgusting job and we filed out again in a straight queue. I searched around me but there was no sign of Luke in the area. I resolved to ask him who he was the next time we met. Back in the room, the meal had been served and there were most
Miatta “You're late,” I announced, hearing his footsteps coming closer. I had been there for more than three minutes and I hated being kept waiting. Oddly, he didn't say a word and I was beginning to doubt that it was he behind me but I knew his scent. Lycans had a distinct scent but his was different; I could tell it from the rest. It reminded me of fresh wood and pine cones, a nostalgia of home. “You came. I didn't think you would,” he opined, coming to stand beside me. He was at least two and a half heads taller than me, an edge over me it appeared. He hid his hair underneath that pile of cloth again and it was done so precariously that if I tugged hard, it would come undone. My perusal continued below, observing that for they four times he and I had met, he had been wearing the same clothes, which either meant he was a stranger or an intruder. I ended my examination and sighed ostentatiously to get his attention. He stared blankly at me, like I had woken him up from some drea
Miatta Luke escorted me to the dark room and I was panting like a dying horse. Blood pumped in my ear and my heart rate quickened of its own accord. I could barely control my steps and my eyes kept sliding short. In all my life, I had lived with my brothers and so, I had never seen a wolf in heat. Perhaps I would have known what to do and how to react to the whole phase. Goddess knows my mother had probably only copulated to bear children. Imagining her beneath my father brought on some waves my body was not ready to handle at the moment. “Um..Luke..I –I can't go on. I need to sit down.” I was feeling drowsy and I sat down on a rock. The night was still dark and no one could see us unless they made use of their harnessed adaptations. Moreover, the stone statues of past Lycans Kings and the evergreen trees were enough coverage for us. “No. No, Miatta. I need to get you back to your room. You are in heat and I don't want to defile you even though you would really want me to. It’s lik