Myra's PovThe hardest part was finally standing up from the chair. Because in the moment it felt like I had been disabled my whole life; but by some miracle I was now suddenly healed, the way father had to help me up out of it. Everything else was simply a blur.As Francis and Elora had been dragged outside, then chopped to pieces in front of my own eyes; before being thrown down into makeshift graves, while Henry was hanged on a long wooden pole. And a pole interpreted by Izon as a flag of the Rogues sincerity?I was lost in a haze as the shovel hit dirt and he covered up the grave mouths. Before hoisting Henry with a pulley system to the top of the pole. I didn't know what to say. And as I had watched him, a part of me felt guilty for not feeling any remorse. I watched three people die and felt nothing. And it disturbed me.I remembered when the door finally opened with me standing just next to it. The flood of light that rushed in on my eyes that almost blinded me, and how I fell
Noah's PovDonovan was the first to stand up, and slowly. As Danny was still reeling from the weight of his brother's body slamming down on him; and David was still trying to get his own head out of the broken cupboard. He turned, groaning, with his hands still on his head as he faced us, growing a frown as an extra feature. He stood breathing heavily as he held the look of defeat on his face; with the glint of embarrassment from a shameful one. As Colin had just taken all of them down without effort; and I felt embarrassed myself. Because I had been shaking afraid, while he stood valiantly when two arrows had been aimed almost point-blank at his head. The room was now suddenly tense and everyone else was alert now. I could feel the atmosphere drop and the air around me tighten, as everyone was now on their toes. I glanced at Colin but he still held his confident smile, with his arms folded and his head bent slightly; watching in parents curiosity at what Donovan would do next. And i
Noah's PovI frowned; slightly annoyed at the question, but still made a nod in his direction."They are friends and new family..." I replied.David and Donovan helped Danny over to the table now, and placed him in a seat. And the boy sighed as his head dropped on crossed arms over the surface. I saw Colin turn away slowly and to one of the bamboo chairs, then ease himself over the frame like it was a portal; drawing him inside itself. I felt unease at the now sullen mood of everyone in the room, and I knew that the conversation I had planned, wouldn't be as simplistic as I thought. I felt the box in my coat pocket with my fingers bunched into fists, and now it radiated a strange heat. I groaned slightly, but managed to keep a straight face as I stood in the middle of my chambers; suddenly glancing around the room. I looked over the windows, then the drawers and the bed. They hadn't been touched or tampered with. I looked over to the dead fireplace; but with the warmth of the aftern
Myra's PovI creaked in and out of sleep, as the carriage continued its path down a winding stretch of road as malleable as a snake's back. But Father had let me close my eyes and rest only because he thought I needed the energy for the activities our destination would bring. And I was grateful; not caring about saving energy, but just about finally getting a chance to forget my memories, without inflicting mental self harm. I needed it as an escape, yet it only still led me to a trap. And a trap of even more fatigue; as I woke up now and groaned, actually intending to stretch. Father stayed motionless as I turned to him, and I could see his eyes fixed and straight ahead in thought; but I could also sense, in distracting himself. I turned away and slowly to the sky, and now I noticed the sun had moved eastward, signaling late afternoon. I ran my hands through my hair, wondering how long we had been on the road? As the view up ahead was just more sandy road and trees lining on each s
Noah's PovThe silence at the table was sickening. So much so I could even hear my own thoughts through my ears. As the three brothers sat in a slanted circle in front of me, with all their heads down and facing their fingers; fiddling with them in distraction. Colin sat just ahead and beside me, close to the siblings, yet keeping his distance. While I sat at the behest of all of them, looking at the crown of their heads, at the same time looking for words to say.I trailed off as I remembered what Colin had said before now. How he raised his voice in indignation when I told him he shouldn't have attacked them. How he was unnerving and eerie in his outlook, stance, and even words, just on seeing the brothers. It seemed somehow like he knew them, and because he did, he was averse to them. Yet I hadn't the slightest idea why he was so unconcerned on seeing them? I had told him they were important, but he didn't care. And when he saw them face to face, the indifference grew wings.I stra
Izon's PovThe world was always a small space to me. With not much significance even though there was so much life in it. Because everyone was too modern for what they really were deep inside. Everyone was too detached from the truth of their very own existence. And only few people like me were willing to be honest enough to embrace the monster that hid beneath us all.I had been the first to choose the forest as a new home when we had been banished. Because I had known ever since that it was our true place. That it was where we all truly belonged, irrespective of race or power. Because unlike the others, I faced the sun that we were wolves; and knew that wolves were never meant to live in castles or under government. One of the reasons I hated the pitiful revolutionary Renaissance that the pack had taken to. The new advanced race title they had given themselves. And as an excuse to be more humane. When humanity crumbled upon itself before we were born out of its ashes.I internally d
Flanagan's PovThe process had been something I simply stood glad was finally over. The wise words, the solemn acts, and the crocodile tears. I honestly never expected it would be this difficult to convince a teenage girl to change her mind? It was harder than I expected, as I had to do things I never expected I would; and since the day Eleanor died.I cried. And even though it hadn't been real, it was still. Because I had remembered her mother in a brief flash. And against my own will, the tears then flowed into reality. I knew I wasn't lying to her in saying I was her father, but I also knew I didn't look acceptable enough to be anyone's prized parent. So I chose to put on a play. And one that would appeal to her emotions, just enough to overshadow the doubt my physical appearance would bring.It was a heinous act even for me. Having to pretend my way to victory. But any plan that worked was a good plan, no matter how close it was to dishonesty. Besides...we were wolves. And for cen
Myra's PovI really hated sitting here. And I disliked talking to father like a mime; using my head and face to gesture, while screaming inside my head like I was insane. It was weird to see father's straight face even when his own words became stern; while my entire expression moved like a wave in the ocean, flowing in rage along with my feelings. I knew the forest view ahead of me was beautiful, but I wasn't in the headspace to truly see it for what it was. As I was livid at fathers words and annoyed at his heartless sentiments. I lost my temper and called him what I truly felt he was. The anger in me had reached breaking point, and the words had simply burst through my thoughts, and came out loud enough for him to pick it up in his own heart. I now hated this stuffed carriage front even more than before. And I deeply wanted to break out of the door beside me and run away, but it was locked. And I couldn't lift myself to lunge outside without my arm first brushing against Flanagan'