Willow’s pov
They all gathered around me, the familiar disgust in their eyes. I was like prey on display, beaten up and bleeding while they laughed and sneered at me. “Pathetic” “Loser” “Mutt” Father yanked my hair while he shouted at me. "Die, you worthless girl; why are you still alive? You killed your mother, so die.” I tried to cover my ears; his words hurt more than the seeping wounds. I cried to the goddess to make them stop; to make it stop, why do I have to suffer so much? Just then suddenly he walked in; they couldn't see him since their whole attention was on me. They didn't sense the danger lurking behind them, smiling devilishly. I tried to scream to warn them of the danger behind them, but my voice was silent. All I heard were screams of pain as their heads were falling off and rolling in the ground. Bodies were flying everywhere as the madman took turns killing them all. His hand glistening in red as he laughed satisfactorily, looming over me. “I did it all for you, Willow, and now that you have no one, you belong to me now. Mine to play with as I please. My sweet, worthless Willow.” “No! No! Get away from me. Leave me alone." I screamed “Please leave me alone.” I trashed and kicked with all my strength, and suddenly warm hands were shaking me. "Hey, hey, calm down; its okay, you are safe. It was just a nightmare, okay? You are safe.” I pushed off the hard body, trying to console me. I ran towards the dark end of the room, trying to calm my racing heart. My face was wet from the tears, but there were no wounds in my body. It felt so real. I glanced around my environment quickly, mentally searching for Dwane. In my dreams, he captured me. But I was awake, and he was not there; instead, a pair of blue eyes kept following my every movement. I instantly tensed and watched him with wary eyes. But he didn't make any attempt at moving. He was still in the same position as when I pushed him and ran to the corner. Making no effort to chase after me, like he is being careful to approach a scared cat. My throat felt insanely dry. Reality suddenly dawned on me. Where am I? What am I doing here? How long have I been here? I tried to swallow and relieve my patched throat, but almost as if reading my mind, the man in front of me stretched his hand, offering me a cold bottle of water. I was too thirsty to refuse or be wary of whatever was inside it as I chugged it down, almost choking myself. “Be careful, you can drink it slowly; there is more where that came from.” I could see a semblance of a smile from him. And it was the most beautiful sight. He was breathtaking, and I found myself gawking shamelessly. Suddenly it clicked in my brain. It was him when Dwayne captured me. It was him. “Who are you? What are you going to do with me?” I asked, panic rising in my throat. “Seems we should have given you water instead of treatment; look how vibrant you already are after drinking water,” he said with a chuckle. “Seeing as you are in my home without an invitation, don't you think you are supposed to be the one answering my questions?” I looked around nervously; the room was beautifully furnished and painted in grey and white. Nothing like the fancy glittery porcelain ornaments that father hung around his room and all around the visitor's lounge, saying they were currently fashionable, or the overly decorated chairs and dainty tables that couldn't even handle a teenage werewolf’s strength. Getting destroyed at the slightest scuffle. Everything in this stranger’s home was practical and particularly chosen for comfort and its strength to withstand the rough nature of werewolves. I glanced back at the man who had been silently observing me. “How long have I been here?” “Two days, you have been sleeping for two days,” he said, rubbing his temples. “I'm sorry, I will leave immediately.” The worst mistake I made was hastily trying to stand up; dizziness enveloped me and sent me falling backward. I suddenly found myself wrapped up in a mass of warm muscles. The feel of him on my skin sent warm awareness in every part of me. His smell was suddenly intoxicating, and all I could think and feel was him; my body was humming in response, and parts of me that I never knew worked suddenly ached with need. The shock of it seemed to make him drop me in an instant. His breathing was heavy and his eyes a darker shade of blue. He looked at me with a look that was way too unfamiliar to me. He seemed to be in the same dilemma as me. It was a relief to know I wasn't the only one feeling like I was zapped by electricity. His chest was rising and falling as he took a few steps backwards before settling down on the couch opposite me. “So what is your name?” He questioned; his voice came out raspy as though he was out of breath or desperate to hear my name. “I'm Willow” I withheld my last name, praying he wouldn't ask for more details. "Willow,” he repeated, as if thankful to learn my name. “Do you remember the last thing that happened before you fainted?” Images of my father's body flying around, the smell of blood, and wolves tearing at each other had me suddenly shaking as tears began falling freely down my cheeks. "Hey, it's okay; you are safe now. I just wanted to know what happened. You don't have to talk about it right now.” “I looked up at him and wondered how someone who looked so powerful and tough could possess such gentleness and kindness. This was the most kindness I have received all my life, and from a stranger whose name I am yet to know. Do I even deserve the kindness? What will he do to me when he finds out my mate killed my whole pack? That the mate I have been so desperate for all my life murdered everyone I knew, and that deep down, I barely care about their death. What will he think of me then? Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I saw him stiffen.Klaus’s povShe seems wary of me, and I have been trying hard to hold back from startling her too much. But being in such close proximity with her is not making things easy for me. She seems so fragile, and my wolf keeps pushing with the need to shield and protect her. I already had my suspicions that she might be a survivor from the pack that was attacked at the moon dance, but seeing her response confirms it. But it could also be a trap by our enemies, a well-thought-out plan of infiltrating our pack and attacking us from the inside.There was no point in denying that she was indeed my mate. The goddess had to curse me with another mate after I swore to never be mated again. Like punishing me with Yvette wasn't enough; my wolf wouldn't survive another betrayal.Yvette left my wolf and I damaged when she left, and I am not giving any other woman a chance to turn my life upside down. Especially one who looks and smells like trouble.It would have been better to question her myself, b
Willow’s PovI didn't even ask him his name. The longer I waited for him to return, the more my anxiety grew. I have so many questions about what will become of me now. Am I a prisoner? Will I end up as their slave? That seems to be the only thing people want me for. The only thing I have been all my life.The door opened up to reveal a bulky male with auburn hair. He looked quite handsome, but nothing compared to the man I was with earlier.The look in his eyes suggests he doesn't like me at all.He took a seat opposite me on the couch, with a little forced smile on his face.“Hello, I’m your doctor, Caleb. Glad to see that you are finally awake. How are you feeling? You were brought in here by Alpha Klaus unconscious, and he has been quite worried about you.”Even though the last statement carried a hint of sarcasm, my attention was hooked on the name he had mentioned. Did he mean THE ALPHA KLAUS?as in the notorious crazy Klaus that goes on a killing rampage. There have been so man
Willow’s POVWe were taught that the goddess makes no mistakes and that everything she does is for a reason. We were made to believe that she loves us all equally and watches over us from the moon.But I know better; the goddess does not love us equally; she wouldn't subject me to a life of suffering if that were the case.My name is Willow Marrock, the only daughter of Davis Marrock, Alpha of The Crescent Moon Pack. I am the dirt of my pack, an abomination to my kind, and the punching bag of my father.He once said that I was cursed, that the moon goddess took away my wolf as punishment for taking the life of his Luna, my mother, who died giving birth to me. I never asked to be born; all I have known my whole life is pain and suffering.It was better when I was a child; he at least tolerated my presence, but when I turned 13 and there was no sign of my wolf surfacing, my father's hatred for me intensified. When I turned 15, I had found out I had the gift of healing, and although I co
Willow’s POVI woke up with a smile on my face; even the air was enough to tell me that I was going to have a good day. I have been waiting all year for today to finally come.Today is the Moon Dance. It is a festival that comes every year to celebrate the moon’s blessings. It is also a time for eligible unmated males and females to find their fated mate or desired partners within other packs. The festival brings together different packs to come together in a common ground and celebrate the moon as one. And luckily for me, it is set to take place in my pack territory this year. It is like the moon goddess planned it for me. From the age of 19, every shifter can try their luck at a chance for a true mate. I didn't get the opportunity to try last year when I became eligible since I'm not allowed outside pack territory. I have been biding my time ever since.Even though not every wolf gets lucky enough to form a true bond, some take their fate into their hands and choose life partners
Willow’s POVDwane stumbled towards me too; I could see the struggle in his eyes, his painfully clenched jaw, fisted fists. Trying so hard to control the push of the newly formed mating bond.Beside him, Denise shot lasers at me through her eyes before disappearing into the crowd.This was not what I wanted. Dwane, who had seen me countless times get beaten and abused and never spoke or even looked at me with pity. But how can I question the goddess?If she chose him for me, then he is meant for me. Who am I to question the goddess’s choice? We kept walking towards each other till we were inches apart, our breaths in perfect synch, eyes locked on each other like the rest of the world didn't matter.All I wanted in that moment was to bare my neck and let him mark me and claim me. As he should, my mate. Mine. I wasn't the only one affected; I saw his pupils darken as he watched my lips; for a moment I felt he wanted to kiss me. His eyes filled with urge and lust.My father stepped for
Willow’s POVI kept running with everything in me, praying that the paralyzing pain of the rejection would give me enough head start.Once he chases me in his wolf form, there is no way I would be able to outrun him.His words kept playing in my head.“I did it for you.”Denise, Father, everyone in the park lost their lives because of me. They were right after all; I really am a curse. And I ruined everything. I swallowed the lump in my throat, suppressing the cry threatening to break out of me. I had to focus on running. I didn't care where I was going, how far I was running, or in which direction; I just needed to keep running. I ignored the pain from the stabs of dried sticks tearing away at me. I forced myself to keep going, driven by sheer willpower and the primal instinct to survive. Exhaustion was already biting at me; at this rate, I will be caught any minute now. I had to think of a plan and fast. Even though I have gained a lot of distance, Dwane and his men could easily f
Klaus's POVI hate unnecessary bothers; usually, I leave the early morning surveillance rounds to my enforcers Theo and Mark, but I heard a war broke out at the neighboring eastern clan moon festival, and a whole pack was wiped out. I wouldn't put it past some foolish wolves to try something as foolish as loitering in my territory. They just never learn.I guess it was a good idea not getting involved with the Eastern Pack and refusing their invitation. Sharing a border doesn't automatically mean we have to be friendly or become alliances. I bet Theo will win the bet on the advantages of rejecting the invitation. Goddess knows just how much trouble we would have been dragged into.I should have ignored the couple fighting since they looked to be having an argument rather than spying or trying to get into the territory, but something about the defeat in the feature of the woman held me back. She looked so pitiful I just had to interfere, and I don't like arrogant foolish wolves. “Wha