I crouched low, my senses high at alert as my eyes scanned the area. The undergrowth in front of me rustles softly, signalling the arrival of my prey. I took a deep breath and slowly began to crawl towards the noise, all the while muttering to myself. "You've done this before," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself. "You've don't this before, Elora. You've done this be--" Before I could finish my sentence, the rustle in the undergrowth grew louder and suddenly, bout of it jumped a little brush rabbit. I paused in my steps as our eyes met. The forest seemed to stand still for some moments and my heart began pounding loudly against my chest. This was my first hunt in the pack and I had to take back to my group a prey before I could get accepted. This was my chance to get it and and my lack of patience was already causing it to spiral downwards. "Stay," I muttered softly as I took small steps towards the rabbit. "Stay still--" My words were immediately cut short as the
I winced softly as Caroline poured the content of the small bottle that she held onto my feet. My wince turned to low grunts as she gently rubbed the ointment around my ankle, apologizing every time her hands came in contact with my wound. "It is too strange a coincidence that you hurt the same ankle two times, Miss Elora," she said as she looked up at me. "You really should try to be--" Her words were cut short as I let out another low grunt. "Sorry, sorry," she muttered as she turned her attention back to my feet. "I didn't know being chased by the hunters was a part of the test," I murmured in frustration as I leaned back into my seat. "I thought they were rogues sent by Zora to come attack me.""Zora?" Coraline asked, confusion etched in her voice as she looked back up at me. "Who's that?" I bit my tongue, cussing myself inwardly at my slip of tongue. Alexander had been discreet about Zora's return as he didn't want to spread panic, and here I was, babbling it out. "Oh, it's no
"Again!" "Again!!" "Again!!!" I slowly stood from the floor, coughing as I tried to grab on to my staff. Dirt and mud covered my entire body and my vision blurred. I lost count of how many times Alexander had brought me to the ground but each fall was painful than the last. "Go again," I heard Alexander say as I struggled to stand on my feet. "But this time, try not to attack me blinded. The staff is an extension of your body. Use it as such." I nodded slowly, coughing as I used the staff to push myself up from the floor. I then stood in the fighting stance that Alexander had showed me as my mind raced with thoughts. I had tried everything that I could but still could not land a hit on him. It seemed like his teaching wasn't working at all. "Tell me when you're ready, Elora," Alexander said, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him and found him crouching lazil
"It's actually always been like that with Azreon," Alexander said, chuckling softly as he wiped his mouth with the napkin on the table. "I wouldn't blame him though. When you're six hundred years old, you've seen a lot."I almost choked on my drink as Alexander's words reached my ears. Dropping my glass on the table, I looked at Alexander with wide eyes as I muttered, "seven hundred years old?" "Mmm mmm," Alexander muttered with a small nod as he shoved a piece of meat into his mouth. After chewing, he took a small sip of wine from his goblet and shifted his gaze to me. "When Azreon tells people his age, not many believe him, but it is true. He's actually been here even before my ascension to the Lycan King of this pack. His wisdom is what guided me and that was why I took him as the packs healer once I became Alpha.""Whoa," I whispered as I leaned back on my seat. "When I heard Zora say that she's been in the under-realm fo
The entire weapon room carried the smell of iron and I couldn't tell if it was the weapons hanging around or the blood-stained swords discarded at the front of the room. I hit my foot against a small helmet laying on the floor and winced softly. This place really needed a clean up.Carefully stepping over the rusting weapons casually laying on the floor, I made my way to the other end of the room where most of the arsenals were. It also was more cleaner there and the stinging metallic smell seemed to dosippate slowly as I headed in that direction."Thanks for letting me tag along, Alexander." "I don't think I had a choice." A small smile tugged at my lips as I turned from the alpha to the cluster of weapons hung on the shelf in front of me. I grazed through the shelf, my eyes scanning the blades there. One caught my eyes and I made to reach for it when Alexander stopped me. "You're
The entire forest was eerily silent as we made our way down the small path through the underbrush. I took in a shallow breath as I right hands reached for my staff, my other hand still clutching my shield by my side. Alexander lifted his hands in the air and Damien and Galiath immediately stopped. It took me a while to notice and I clumsily halted in my steps, almost causing a racket.. Galiath and Damien glared at me before returning their gaze back to Alexander. I clenched my teeth, wishing the earth would open up and swallow me. "They're close," Alexander whispered as he sniffed the air. He grabbed the sheathed sword by his side by the held as he did some hand signs. Galiath and Damien nodded in unison once he was done and I hesitantly nodded too. Slowly, Alexander made his way to the front, his steps subtle as he crouched low to the ground. I made to follow him but then stopped once I saw that Damien and Galiath were not
It was on the night of a full moon.I had just returned from my usual secret hunt. Yeah, a secret hunt. My father would never allow me to even hunt or rally with the rest of the pack, just because of the condition I was born with.I was known as one of the weakest Omegas in the kingdom, and being of royal blood only made the stigma worse. Well, it's not like they were wrong though. I am indeed weak and frail as a werewolf.I could barely keep up with the bunny I caught tonight, even while being powered by the full moon. Only the heavens know what would have happened if it was on any normal night; that was why I always sneak out of the palace every full moon.Sigh… I sighed depressingly as I knelt before a lake in the woods. The silver full moon shone on the rippling lake, and I could see my wavy reflection.My black hair was dishevelled from all the running, and my blue eyes were pale — I was tired. I sighed once more, cupping my hands and dipping them in the lake.I scooped out a dec
Elora's POV“Huh? What do you mean?” I muttered in puzzlement, my eyelids fluttering incessantly like a butterfly’s wing.What did he mean by selling me off to the Greyhound Pack?The Greyhound Pack, I very much knew. It was one of the realm’s most popular Pack, or Kingdom in the case, only second to the Crescent Pack.I heard that their Lycan King, Alaric Greyhound, was more of a dictator than a ruler, but no one has ever left the kingdom. Instead, more people flocked under his iron-fisted rule, since that was what made the kingdom so prosperous.Tch. Why am I even thinking about that now? Now wasn't the time for history, now was the time to make history… Hopefully one with a good conclusion. Selling me off to another Lycan King was absurd.I was the daughter of a Lycan King myself. Though I must say that my father is quite old and has gotten weak, due to the many battles he fought in the past. It was thanks to people like him that most kingdoms now lived at peace with each other.Bu