“Hey Mila..”, a man tapped her by the side of her shoulders, dragging her towards him, holding her by her shoulders while she stared into his eyes.
"Father! What's happening?", She asked the man who stood before her, his eyes being such like Satin grey.
She had sweat drops beaded on her face, panting for breath just as he was. The night was extremely quiet, yet the sound of her voice which she had tone down still echoed through the surrounding, just like her father's.
Her father was uneasy, having sweat drops roll down his face like a waterfall. He looked around, back and forth, to his left and his right, his eyes rattling through it's socket as he tried to secure the entire environment was safe.
His daughter's hands were shaky, and he could hear the sound of a nervous heartbeat, throbbing against her chest as though it would break out of it's cage unto her hands.
They stood to be the only one present in an environment as dull as ditchwater, the only ones who stood outside in the dead of the night, under the moon's shining light.
It was in it's fullest form, shining it's rays perfectly on the earth surface which made the entire environment clear for perfect vision.
"Listen to me, Mila..!", Her father held her arms, huffing and puffing like his life depended on that moment.
"I need you to run, I need you to hide, lower yourself to the ground and do not make a single sound..!", He urged with some stutters in his words.
His voice was shaky, and up till that moment, his eyes were never steady as they kept moving randomly around the landscape. His heart was throbbing seriously against his chest, and his fears were already becoming visible.
He lightened his grip on her shoulders the moment it dawned on him who stood before him. It was his daughter, the only offspring he ever had as long as he had existed.
His entire body and reaction was intrigued by the fear which sprang up within him, and he was at the verge of crushing her bones until he finally realized whom he referred to.
He inhaled and exhaled deeply as he lightened his grip, and he was at the verge of uttering out some apologetic words not until her words cut him short and caused his eyes to be widened.
"No.!!", He heard her say as she shook her head vigorously in opposition to what he had instructed.
Her face was pale and wet, her eyes reflected the fear which rose inside of her.
To him, it was perfectly normal to have fear for what was already on its way towards them, but what didn't seem normal was her sudden stubbornness towards something as critical as the moment at hand.
Her Satin grey eyes which she took from her father were soaked in the wetness of her tears, and her light brown hair which fell on her shoulders were being tossed by the winds.
"What?", He asked in a high toned voice.
His forehead was squeezed in confusion. Taken aback by her words, he took a step backwards away from her as he stared at his daughter who refuted his instructions.
"What do you mean no!?", He asked again.
What was she doing? Was she being brave or..? His mind was clouded with questions of which only she could provide the best for each of them.
There was a being, a beast, one which devoured lives and properties for its own satisfaction, and that was what came after them both.
For everyone who resided and belonged to the silver moon pack, each man and child, they all knew the tales of what was causing an unexplainable chaos in the land.
But if she knew, why then would she turn a deaf ear towards a suggestion which was meant for her own survival? What seemed to have been fueling her morale?
"I can't leave you and mother here! I can't do that! I'm going to stay with you!", She said to herself.
He groaned loudly as he ran his hand through his hair, his face squeezed and his hands clenched into fists as he stood for seconds stood digest tat which she had said.
Where and what did she know about cases as fierce as what they were involved in?
He lowered himself to the ground, his hands still placed on his head as he puzzled the entire world for answers.
He understood she was two decades old and was capable of being independent, but certainly not at that spot.
Watching her father groaned in such a devastating manner showed and told of one thing alone; he was skeptical about what she had said.
She couldn't find the words to describe what she had seen, and all she could do was sniffle her nostrils which had mucus running down from her nostrils and wiping off the tears and the sweat on her face.
Deep within her, she understood her father's concern. As warriors in the silver moon pack, running from challenges as such was considered as weakness and cowardice, and they upheld the ethics of bravery and courage even until death.
Yet she doubted what he believed, and within her, she wished for him to run away with her, far from the silver moon pack of which they could live their best of lives without intrusion from forces as the phantom.
Loosing her parents would be a nightmare which she wouldn't be able to recover from, and the thoughts of it alone sent shivers down her spine, letting the hairs on her skin stand in air.
“What in the god's names are you thinking, Mila.!” He yelled at her.
He stood from the ground, and with his hands fueled with anger, he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her furiously as though he were knocking out the obtuse thoughts away from her head.
Then he realized, he yelled at her too much. And at the brink of his imagination, there was a large growl being heard. At first, it was from afar, yet it sounded so close to them, he needed to make sure his daughter was safe.
“You know the phantom is coming! Why are you doing this?” He heaved a sigh and released his grip from her shoulders.
His voice was steady at first, and slowly as he stared at her, and the way her eyes had shown she was determined to keep on with what she had in her mind, he sniffled his nose as his hands went over to his face to wipe off tears which were rolling down his face.
“Please.!” she broke down in tears. She grabbed her father's hands and buried hers in his, squeezing it as she whispered softly to him.
“You don't have to do this! Let's run away together. You, me and mother, please father. Please!” She finally let her feeling out.
She wept until her voice had ceased, sniffling as she struggled to breathe as the mucus had blocked her nostrils, making breathing a Herculean task for her.
“So that was what she wanted.”, he whispered to himself inwardly.
Watching the tears dropping from her eyes became his weakness, and slowly his heart was breaking down and the tears which he struggled to pull back were the evidence of what he felt within.
“I can't do that Mila!” He urged with a stricken tone.
“Why.?” She asked curiously.
It was a blow to her heart, and his words were hurting her deeply, unable to control the pain she felt.
Unfortunately, her suggestion was void to him. The conviction of being a coward and unable to defend his family and his pack would hurt and sting for years to come, and such pain he wouldn't be able to endure.
He was at the brink of stating his reasons to Mila when he heard another voice call out to him from the other side.
“Mark.! Mark.!!” His attention was drawn towards the feminine call, his eyes rattling as he searched for the source of the call.
He wasn't nervous. He recognized the call, yet he couldn't help the moment as the loud growling sound of the beast was heard even at a closer range.
It was his mate, Ashley! She was panting for air, struggling to run as her strength was exhausted. She fell to the ground, yet she didn't cease her movement. Her hands became her only support for easy movement.
Mark had his hands slip off Mila's shoulders as his legs had moved him towards Ashley. He grabbed her from the ground with his hands, holding her tightly to himself as his ears picked the sound of her heavy breathing.
“The Phantom.!” She huffed, her chest moving inwards and outwards as she stuttered the words in the fear of the dreadful sight of the monster.
As her eyes were fixed on her daughter who had her hands on her chest, she still couldn't get over what sight she had beheld as she still stared backwards despite being moved forward.
“It's coming.! It's coming..” Her voice was gradually becoming inaudible, and her energy was fading out slowly.
The loud growl was heard, and the vibrations on the ground proved the arrival of what was known to be the terror of the pack.
His eyes were widened, and his heart throbbed as the sensation of the wolf's movement had sent shivers down his spine
He placed his hands under her, lifting her above the ground as he threw her left hand over his shoulders, holding it with his left while he placed his right hand around her abdomen and began moving with her.
He walked with her, struggling as they both moved, and when he had sighted a tree close by, he placed her there, letting her sit at the root of the tree while he headed over to Mila.
He rushed over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders before he uttered out to her.
“Listen to me.!” He ordered her
This time around, his face was clenched, and his heart would never be bent by what tears she would upload from her eyes.
“You are going to run, and you will hide. Do not make a sound, and do not say a word, regardless of what your eyes would see”, he ordered her with a clenched face
She nodded. He was glad to finally see her bend to his will. At least, she could feel the vibration from the movement of the beast, and she felt the same way he felt; scared.
Though she showed it off in the way she breathed and swallowed lumps down her throat, he didn't.
“Now run.!” He ordered her immediately which was what she did. She ran as fast as her legs could take her, not looking backwards for any reason.
Though her parents were her concern, she was theirs. She felt the coldness of the winds, and it's force blowing through her hair, and the sweat drops on her face drying off with ease.
She hid behind a large tree, specie unknown as her visions were already getting blurry due to the speed she had put into the race. She looked from where she had hidden, and stared at her father, who seemed as though he was about to have a fight with the monster.
The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands had joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man.“You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf.He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell a victim of their battle.Mark rushed after the phantom, his feet, and his hands aiding his movement, while his fangs were exposed towards the other. He tore the phantom with his claws, causing the other to stagger, while he still his large shoulders to push the phantom to the ground.He growled at its face, showing off his strength. His pride was subdued with the counterattack of the phantom, when the phantom arose from the ground and
She watched as the phantom threw her mother's body on the ground, and there wasn't any response from the other as she fell to the ground and didn't move a muscle.The world ceased to exist in Mila's mind, and everywhere was void of sound and life. Her eyes never left her mother's body, which laid lifeless at a far end, and the growling sound of the beast was like an echo in her ears.It happened slowly in her mind. She stood from the ground, looking with tears at her mother. She felt the vibration which came with the beast's movement on the ground. She felt the winds brush against her face, the coldness of her mother's death sickening her deeper than that of the winds.The beast rushed towards her. It seemed it wasn't enough for the night. It leaped in the air, but growled loudly as something pierced through its legs.Mark happened to be behind, and he was faster at that moment than the phantom. His claws had penetrated into the beast's legs, dragging him before he could land an attac
There was an absolute silence, something deeper than what he had ever felt. Mark couldn't tell if it was just within him or the environment had also adapted to the emptiness which he felt within.The movement of the winds had caused his ears to tingle, and the smooth feel of his skin had sent impulses down his body, causing the loneliness within him to increase.There and then he remembered her, the main essence for his existence. He remembered the moments when she would shiver and quiver at the sense of the cold winds.He remembered her smile anytime he would walk up to her and wrap his hands around her. He remembered the way he cuddled her like a stuffed toy and make her feel warmth with an ordinary clothing material could never offer.“This is a lot better!” Her words echoed in his ears, and it seemed as though he had transitioned to the past, where he could watch the moment between them both.“You enjoy this?” He asked as he buried his face down her neck and kissed it playfully, c
"Mila..." He groaned her name. She was more than being persuasive, reasoning and being so inquisitive to the extent it somehow blocked her senses of reasoning.He tried explaining, but it seemed as though the young lady wouldn't take a negation for an answer. He heaved a heavy sigh before he continued, "Mila, you know you don't have the skills for that".Yet the more he tried explaining to the younger one, the more she countered with more questions and more of her facts. Her stubbornness began the moment she refused hiding from something as powerful as the phantom, especially for a person who knew what it entailed.He couldn't still place hands on what had fueled the courage to face the beast alongside him. Her statement at that moment had showed she had considered family more than anything, yet she forgot she was meant to be thought of first by her parents rather than the other way round."But you have those skills..." Mila intercepted. Her words interrupted his train of thoughts, a
"Can you stand?” Her father asked her while he held her left hand in his right hand. He could hear the slight grunt she made, watching as her face became squeezed in her struggle to get on her feet.“Yes, I can” she replied immediately. She closed her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh before she made another attempt.Her next attempt was worse than her initial. Her heels were already swollen, though she never thought of having a closer look at it. She pressed the already blistered heels to the ground, letting the hidden pain become even more conspicuous.She was on one foot, the left to be more precise, while the right foot was that which was swollen. She let out a loud grunt as soon as the spot on her heels had touched the hard ground with much more force.“Ugh! Mila” he heaved a heavy sigh with his eyes closed, and his head lifted to the sky while he shook disappointingly at her confidence.Still he never chose to let go of her hand. His right hand had a firm grip on her left hand just
Two days had passed since the ferocious attack of the phantom, this time around, Mila's family was the target, and the clash between the two was intensely ferocious.The two days passed had marked the last of which the phantom was last seen. The concept of its movement was another mystery just as its existence: unsolved and unable to figure.Things had returned back to the normal, as though nothing had ever occured. The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural.Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts.It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments.The phantom's nature was special
Two days had passed since the ferocious attack of the phantom, this time around, Mila's family was the target, and the clash between the two was intensely ferocious.The two days passed had marked the last of which the phantom was last seen. The concept of its movement was another mystery just as its existence: unsolved and unable to figure.Things had returned back to the normal, as though nothing had ever occured. The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural.Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts.It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments.The phantom's nature was special
Two days had passed since the ferocious attack of the phantom, this time around, Mila's family was the target, and the clash between the two was intensely ferocious.The two days passed had marked the last of which the phantom was last seen. The concept of its movement was another mystery just as its existence: unsolved and unable to figure.Things had returned back to the normal, as though nothing had ever occured. The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural.Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts.It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments.The phantom's nature was special
Two days had passed since the ferocious attack of the phantom, this time around, Mila's family was the target, and the clash between the two was intensely ferocious.The two days passed had marked the last of which the phantom was last seen. The concept of its movement was another mystery just as its existence: unsolved and unable to figure.Things had returned back to the normal, as though nothing had ever occured. The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural.Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts.It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments.The phantom's nature was special
"Can you stand?” Her father asked her while he held her left hand in his right hand. He could hear the slight grunt she made, watching as her face became squeezed in her struggle to get on her feet.“Yes, I can” she replied immediately. She closed her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh before she made another attempt.Her next attempt was worse than her initial. Her heels were already swollen, though she never thought of having a closer look at it. She pressed the already blistered heels to the ground, letting the hidden pain become even more conspicuous.She was on one foot, the left to be more precise, while the right foot was that which was swollen. She let out a loud grunt as soon as the spot on her heels had touched the hard ground with much more force.“Ugh! Mila” he heaved a heavy sigh with his eyes closed, and his head lifted to the sky while he shook disappointingly at her confidence.Still he never chose to let go of her hand. His right hand had a firm grip on her left hand just
"Mila..." He groaned her name. She was more than being persuasive, reasoning and being so inquisitive to the extent it somehow blocked her senses of reasoning.He tried explaining, but it seemed as though the young lady wouldn't take a negation for an answer. He heaved a heavy sigh before he continued, "Mila, you know you don't have the skills for that".Yet the more he tried explaining to the younger one, the more she countered with more questions and more of her facts. Her stubbornness began the moment she refused hiding from something as powerful as the phantom, especially for a person who knew what it entailed.He couldn't still place hands on what had fueled the courage to face the beast alongside him. Her statement at that moment had showed she had considered family more than anything, yet she forgot she was meant to be thought of first by her parents rather than the other way round."But you have those skills..." Mila intercepted. Her words interrupted his train of thoughts, a
There was an absolute silence, something deeper than what he had ever felt. Mark couldn't tell if it was just within him or the environment had also adapted to the emptiness which he felt within.The movement of the winds had caused his ears to tingle, and the smooth feel of his skin had sent impulses down his body, causing the loneliness within him to increase.There and then he remembered her, the main essence for his existence. He remembered the moments when she would shiver and quiver at the sense of the cold winds.He remembered her smile anytime he would walk up to her and wrap his hands around her. He remembered the way he cuddled her like a stuffed toy and make her feel warmth with an ordinary clothing material could never offer.“This is a lot better!” Her words echoed in his ears, and it seemed as though he had transitioned to the past, where he could watch the moment between them both.“You enjoy this?” He asked as he buried his face down her neck and kissed it playfully, c
She watched as the phantom threw her mother's body on the ground, and there wasn't any response from the other as she fell to the ground and didn't move a muscle.The world ceased to exist in Mila's mind, and everywhere was void of sound and life. Her eyes never left her mother's body, which laid lifeless at a far end, and the growling sound of the beast was like an echo in her ears.It happened slowly in her mind. She stood from the ground, looking with tears at her mother. She felt the vibration which came with the beast's movement on the ground. She felt the winds brush against her face, the coldness of her mother's death sickening her deeper than that of the winds.The beast rushed towards her. It seemed it wasn't enough for the night. It leaped in the air, but growled loudly as something pierced through its legs.Mark happened to be behind, and he was faster at that moment than the phantom. His claws had penetrated into the beast's legs, dragging him before he could land an attac
The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands had joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man.“You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf.He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell a victim of their battle.Mark rushed after the phantom, his feet, and his hands aiding his movement, while his fangs were exposed towards the other. He tore the phantom with his claws, causing the other to stagger, while he still his large shoulders to push the phantom to the ground.He growled at its face, showing off his strength. His pride was subdued with the counterattack of the phantom, when the phantom arose from the ground and
“Hey Mila..”, a man tapped her by the side of her shoulders, dragging her towards him, holding her by her shoulders while she stared into his eyes."Father! What's happening?", She asked the man who stood before her, his eyes being such like Satin grey.She had sweat drops beaded on her face, panting for breath just as he was. The night was extremely quiet, yet the sound of her voice which she had tone down still echoed through the surrounding, just like her father's.Her father was uneasy, having sweat drops roll down his face like a waterfall. He looked around, back and forth, to his left and his right, his eyes rattling through it's socket as he tried to secure the entire environment was safe.His daughter's hands were shaky, and he could hear the sound of a nervous heartbeat, throbbing against her chest as though it would break out of it's cage unto her hands.They stood to be the only one present in an environment as dull as ditchwater, the only ones who stood outside in the dead