The sun was slowly sinking beyond the horizon, leaving an orange-red light in its trail. A lone man was driving his wagon along a dirt road, vegetables trembling with the wagon's motion. The wind blew across the dark yet lit horizon; swaying wild but tamed, and the man's dark hair danced across his forehead, playing with the wind.The road he was on led to the main town, so he had no choice but to brave the elements to sell his goods. As he walked past a lone log cabin by the dirt road, a pebble suddenly flew out from nowhere and hit his cheek, hard."Ow!" He yelped, raising a hand to touch the injured cheek. He pulled back the reins and the horses neighed to a stop; themselves not wanting to move one more hoof.“Hello!” the vegetable seller yelled, glancing around. He couldn't see anything for miles around, except for the silent log cabin."Whoever you are, it isn't funny!" He called out to no one in particular. His voice echoed around the trees, sending eerie chills down his spine.
Noah's PovThe day had been a long one, and its hardships even longer, both standing bearing unbearable; as they had placed me in a mental rollercoaster, emotional and rational.And now I stood as a victim of turmoil and blatant confusion; feeling myself being crushed in their wicked hands, as I considered my seemingly vain war for some vague prize.That I now thought wasn't as valuable as promised. Or was actually a curse disguised as a blessing.Because maybe the Omega wasn't really my mate?Maybe the goddess was averse to my reign, or has grown tired of it, and now seeks to end it in shame, by making me dote foolishly on a young girl?Maybe she hid lies about her being my mate and only told me she was, so I would fool myself around and make irrational choices; weaken my public image, and ruin my legacy.Then tell myself it was to protect the one I loved.And playing lust dressed as love, she planned to use my own hands to destroy everything I worked so hard to build?Maybe this was
Noah's POVMy heart raced with fear and worry as I burst out of Myra's room, Colin's footsteps echoing in pursuit."Slow down, Noah!" Colin's voice rang in my ears, a mix of concern and urgency. But I couldn't heed his plea. In that moment, all that mattered was Myra, out there in the darkness, vulnerable and alone.Ignoring Colin's concerned voice, I dashed to the front door and out of the pack house, towards the dark forest that surrounded the pack house. Mid-run, I morphed—spine elongating, fur jutting out—until I was all wolf. The world transformed around me, scents and sounds intensifying to an almost overwhelming degree. "Noah!" Colin called out in frustration, and I halted at the edge of the forest.What? I snapped through our mind link.Colin was panting from exertion, but his gaze and his voice was steady. "Noah, you can't handle this alone. Let me back you up," he insisted. No, I growled. You stay behind at the pack house and handle things there. I'm going alone."Goddess,
The world around the vegetable seller had disappeared, but it was coming back now.Slowly, steadily.His eyes had been closed for almost an hour, seeing only black and grey in a darkness that pressed against his eyes. His head was hit hard, and it still ached in several places; making his brain now sit inside a cracked skull.His body felt like a bag full of pain.His shoulders were stiff and out of place, his wrists broken and disjointed, and his legs like dried logs. Heavy and riddled with bumps. His right knee was dusty and bleeding from a sizable gash.The world was still a hazy image as he tried to open his eyes. He stopped, flinching, as a sharp pain shot through the back of his head and down to his feet. Then up again, making him fold his shaky eyelids shut.The effort to even open his eyes was painful, and suprising, as they now seemed to be connected to the rest of his body in an unusual way. Like the rest of him didn't want him to see the pain, but actually feel it with his
The question was unexpected, and the sound of the man's voice sent goosebumps of fear down the vegetable seller's numb hands.The tied-up man was surprised, and his face didn't hide it. Suddenly he froze, frowning in confusion at the chiseled jaw and brimmed nose of the monster of a man sitting on the creaky stool ahead of him. Why hadn't the strange man killed him yet? Why hadn't he drawn hills and valleys across his face with those claws that looked like the tip of sharpened sickles? Why hadn't this monster of a man bitten his neck yet, drained out the blood with those teeth that looked like trimmed knives? Wasn't the man a vampire?But the vegetable seller didn't dare ask the questions that ran through his mind. His mouth stayed shut, too afraid to answer the one question he had been asked.“Did I knock your ears off?” The strange man asked again, with a raised brow. The fierceness on his face was already blurring into drunkenness. He grinned for a fraction of a second, then cont
Alpha Noah's povThe room felt smaller now, almost like it was closing in. In truth, everything was closing in on me.The air hung heavy, almost like it wasn't there. I just couldn't breathe, no matter how hard I tried. My head rang dizzy, my thoughts spun, my heart ached.My thoughts closed in too.And they hit hard at my conscience, digging into my heart as a shovel dug into dirt. Hurting me more than pure silver ever could. As they yelled back and forth, screaming at me how I had a hand in someone's death by being too strict. Too unemotional. Too cold. Too self-absorbed. With no concern for anyone else. Only concerned if they followed the rules or not.I had felt only my title was important. Only doing my job was significant. And only ruling with an iron fist was democracy.And it stung me more because it caused the death of a loved one.And a loved one of someone I loved.I had murdered the same woman I would have introduced myself to. The same one I would have gone to later on; t
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The bones on the floor made the ones in his body rattle. Kirn turned back to Flanagan, with fear now sealed in his heart like gold in a treasure chest.Flanagan's next question rang in his ears like a pesky bell. “Is the pack house still heavily guarded?”Kirn wondered why Flanagan had asked that question.Why did some crazy drunk with the looks of a Greek god want to know if a castle, a place where he himself hadn't really seen the sights, was heavily guarded?If the pack house was guarded or not, what did it matter to him?Kirn inadvertently thought back to his last cabbage sale. He vaguely remembered the old woman who had asked if the cabbages were fresh from the farm, or wholesale from the barn.And when he answered wholesale; the woman had haggled the price to the ground, saying wholesale was meant to be cheaper. She'd added that it wasn't fresh because of too many hands touching it.And now Kirn also felt like there were too many hands on him. Hands on his
Myra’s povThe room was small. Compact. Like a tiny box.But it was okay.Far better than the room I used to know; and in a home far bigger than the one I used to stay. Yet the thought of this being home disturbed me.The walls were too far away, and from each other; painted pink, from the ground up; and along with almost everything else. And I wondered why?Maybe because I was a girl, and they thought I loved pink?When in fact I hated it.When to me. It was dull, exaggerated, and mostly lifeless. Like fuel diluted with water. Losing its actual value. It's real brightness. I wasn't comfortable at all. This wasn't my place. This wasn't the place that I had known my whole life. I knew nobody here. I was an outcast from the outside in. I was hated by everybody. I moved and felt like a living problem. A mistake. A curse.I didn't like the wide spaces, the big grasslands, the stone walls, the armored guards -that stood stiff as the staues beside them - and I didn't like how everyone
Noah's PovThe last moments were glorious. The flash of white and the deafening sound of a strange ringing that pierced through my ears was divine.As a huge monster, and one bigger than anything I had ever laid my eyes on stood just ahead of me. Towering over seemingly all existence like a god in the flesh. It's height was closer to the sun than the clouds themselves; and if it made the effort, it's head alone in the right position could cause an eclipse. The sound of it's footsteps were like bombs dropping intermittently. And the claws that grew out of it's hands and body were the size of spears; the tips specifically sharpened for killing dragons. With it's skin white as chalk and scaly as a fish's hide.I laid flat on my back as Flanagan's blade had stopped halfway at the sound of the creature's roar. I was saved. And I stayed motionless; reeling in pain from the excess gratitude.The monster roared again, and the leader of the Rogues stood with his mouth agape as he dropped his
Noah's PovEverything else that happened after my claws tore through his flesh felt like a passing scenery. As I lost full control of myself, and my wolf instincts took full control of my entire being.Colin's loud yelling had attracted surprisingly hundreds of guards. But sadly they all ended in a similar fate. As I tore through and out of the dungeons with rage being my fuel and motivation. I chopped off heads and dismembered arms and legs, leaving corpses in my wake as I burst out into the sunlight. Only dimmed by smoke from burning houses and soldiers trampling stalls with maces.I roared loud and everyone's attention turned to me frantically. They all drew their swords with fear in their eyes as they looked up at me towering over them. I laid waste to more than I could count. As they kept coming in waves after wavesand kept dying in the same succession. My anger had reached a point never before seen, and now I was thirsty for blood.And blood did flow...As I tore through entire
Noah's Pov"Colin?" I asked, frowning."In the flesh..." he answered, gesturing. "And my oh my, isn't that such a dilemma..." he smiled."Your very own handyman turned against you?...""How could you do this?" I asked, groaning."It's simple really..." he shrugged. "Personal interest, isn't it obvious?..." "What did they promise you?" And now he laughed loudly. His voice booming as it reverberated across the hollow and cold walls of the dungeon. He chuckled and held himself with both hands clasped together, smiling. "They didn't promise me anything, Noah..." he replied. "Well they did. But that was simply a superficial desire. Because I'm not here for anything they can offer..." he answered. "They don't even possess anything of my interest to give. Because as it stands... everything is already mine." My hands were hurting and now my soul was burning. I was confused as to why Colin could be working with the enemy? I was losing blood flow in my arms as I wondered why my own frien
Noah's PovI regained my consciousness in pure darkness. The only light being the torches that spread out amongst gray walls, giving vision as little as bird seed.The side of my head hurt with a sharp pain as blood flowed down my face, trickling to the floor. I felt dizzy and every part of my body hurt. I couldn't see, so I tried to move my hands. But the only sound I heard was the creaking of bones and the jingling of metal. I frowned as I slowly craned my neck upwards. And found myself being held captive by a set of chains connected to the damp wall behind me. I shook my head in pain and frustration, realizing I wasn't just in this place, wherever it was. But I was stuck here too.My mind went through its own pain as I suddenly thought of what had happened? Where am I now? And if we had lost?The fight was something I vaguely remembered. And the only thing that stood out was the impact I made before everything went black. I looked down at myself now with the slightest glance and w
Noah's Pov I released a yell as I lunged forward; swinging my sword with all my weight behind it. I didn't aim. I didn't plan. I just moved to strike. And learnt too late that that was ignorant.As I saw him dodge the blow and myself become open for one. When I felt the full force of the steel fist he sent to my ribs. That cracked them in pieces like twigs.I fell to the floor, coughing blood. And air left my lungs as if it was being pumped out of my body. The pain was immense and it shot through my entire frame, making me keel over on the sand. Shellshocked. The horseman walked up to me till he got close enough to stand over me. I could see him smile down as I groaned in pain and his mouth revealed a row of jagged teeth. He held his sword by his side, then slowly sheathed it back. Now folding his arms and squinting at me.“Your time has come Alpha…” his baritone voice boomed. “I suggest you give up now while you still can, and maybe you'll be spared.” he said.”You are not winning
Noah's Pov I grinned as I stood up slowly. Then got up to my feet and smiled wide, nodding to the boy in respect. As he had just saved me the vain effort of chasing down a phoenix.He nodded back and as the man wanted to get up the second time; Danny instantaneously turned, aimed and fired again. Taking him to the ground in a louder groan.I was surprised at his speed. As I didn't see anything happen until the arrow had already hit its target. The boy folded his hand in a fist and gestured in victory. As the man on the floor now fell flat on his face.“I did it Alpha!” Danny yelled now. “I took him out!” he jumped, celebrating.“I did it!”He jumped and threw fists in the air, and even dropped his bow and did a dance in between. But I frowned as I would have loved to believe that too...Because the two arrows had landed closely together, and now looked like antennas sticking out of the man's back. And my brows raised in confusion and doubt. As I didn't believe he could be taken out t
Noah's PovTWO CYCLES LATERThe day the war began was one I would never soon forget. The day the morning sun became a gloomy circle in the sky. And the wind blew strong and rough; almost changing its form to the waves of a raging storm.I was out on the field with a regiment of men at the forefront, while reinforcements laid hiding in plain sight. I held my sword and shield, but they felt burdensome. As I hadn't held even a stick in a good year.Yet I stood at the gates of the pack house. Directly in front. Holding the fort as the leader. And desirous to land the first kill. My blood was pumping, adrenaline raging and annoyance building. I was here to fight alongside my men, and to the death if it meant it.We had spread out in units; some on the ground, some in the trees, and some underground. The plan had been relayed, reiterated, and understood. And the day to implement had come. It was finally time. The moment of truth.The day of Reckoning…I felt strange yet confident. As inside
Moon Goddess's PovEverything was finally unfolding. The foretold destiny was being unveiled. And soon death would rain like fire. Yet new life would be born and watered from its ashes.The birth of a new generation was already at its wake. The drums of fate and the inevitable hands of time have brought into the present the catalyst for a future never expected. The world would see new light and a new peace. But only if it can survive the old darkness.Great things come after arduous hardship. Great men are forged through the cold of trials and in the furnace of tribulations. And the stars of men can only shine under the cover of darkness.The Alpha had done well to heed my voice.He had done well to not people please, and was wise to not have chosen to do what would make others clap, over what his heart felt was right. A true man with a true heart. And with as many allies as enemies.Yet the deaths of the people he killed which have come and gone still linger in his mind… As he still
Flanagan's PovI rode back to the training field and boiled. With my anger reaching the clouds in the sky, yet its power originating from hell. I was angry, and wielding my sword with enough force to crack the hilt in two. And I gathered speed as I climbed up and came down the hill that led to the training area.I powered down the dusty path, seeing the hoof prints of the men who came before to inform me of my daughter's health. And it hurt me to see her sick and forlorn. Because she was important and I needed her. I could sense she had a versatile power in her. And one that would be important to our victory.Yet now she has been sidelined and put aside by illness...And Colin was to pay.My anger doubled as I powered down and reached the men. Who now looked at me with their eyes wide as I doubled in size in their vision. I rode even though close, and at full speed; only stopping after ramming into a soldier and sending him flying into a tree, landing with his back first. And from th