*Yawn*Violet slowly sat up in her bed and sleepily rubbed at her eyes. She yawned again, blinked severally and lay back on the bed.Few minutes later, she groaned tiredly and sat up in bed. Then she rubbed at her eyes and blinked severally to chase off the sleep.She looked around her room tiredly before her brows furrowed in confusion. "Where am I?"Panicking, she scrambled off the bed in a hurry and landed on her face."Oowww" she groaned as she rolled onto her back. Her fall had triggered her head to recall that this was her new room, in her new house, in a new town.Her body ached badly because of her sleep and the pain of falling off the bed. To top that, she had a splitting headache.Getting up, she looked into the mirror and gasped. Her hair looked like what a million chickens had scratched and picked at. And that only happened when…She whipped her head to her bedside clock. 15:42 PM."O My God. I slept for that long?!" She whispered in mild surprise.She got up from the floo
"Nick name's Nick by the way" the young guy introduced himself, as he led Violet through the cafe doors. He was all smiles and beyond happy that she had accepted his offer. He couldn't explain why he sought her company so much, especially being a stranger he just met. Everything about her was just unique and he felt it the moment he looked into those peculiar violet eyes.He held her firmly by the waist to keep her from falling when she tripped on her feet. She was sweaty and a bit sticky from her jogging but it didn't didn't bother him in the least.Violet on the other hand looked around the cafe, surveilling the area and was glad that there were just six people around. The lesser the better. The strong smell of ground coffee beans and pastry hit her nose almost simultaneously, and it brought a small smile to her face.She looked up at Nick who had been staring at her the whole time, resulting in her cheeks reddening as she squirmed out of his arms. She assured him that she could man
Xavier walked slowly, but confidently down the spacious corridor of the seventh floor of the pack house. His body face was stoic to fit the dangerous aura spewing from his muscled body. With every movement he took, his muscles flexed, straining at his tight, black shirt. His heavily tattooed arms constricted as he clenched he clenched and unclenched his fists.His jaw ticked and eyes darkened as he listened to the beta's report on the agenda of the meeting they were headed to.More pack problems that he had to attend to. He would rather ignore each and every one of them, but that may cause worse problems, like a rebellion from the conjoined packs. He wasn't scared of any rebellion either and could vanquish whoever tried, but he didn't want more unnecessary blood on his head. The blood from the past had soaked his fur and perhaps oozed from his pores, and he was sick of it. Alas, he still kills everyday."Alpha," Ezekiel called carefully. His face was without an ounce of fear when he
"Trouble is coming," Larissa the witch said, her voice mirroring the emotions on her face. Dread, shame, and anger. She abandoned her position by the window and came to stand before Xavier. "They have escaped," she whispered. The urgency in her voice caused confusion on the beta and gamma as they exchanged glances with a frown.Xavier, unaffected by her sudden utterances went over to his desk to take a seat. He leaned back on his chair and watched the witch silently. "Meaning?" He asked.Larissa sighed, deeply irritated with his calm demeanor. She turned to face him. "You know what I mean Xavier.""That isn't an answer to my question, witch," he bit out, his eyes darkening in the process, "and it's alpha to you." A growl escaped from his throat by the time he was done talking. Zain shifted his weight in discomfort while Ezekiel looked away. Xavier was always good at controlling his emotions, especially when it came to dealing with someone like Larissa, but now, he couldn't even keep
…they'll start with you Xavier."In a split second, Larissa was above the ground, legs kicking in all directions as she struggled to pry Xavier's hand that was choking her.His growl was loud and full of anger, and his eyes had turned to a bloody red. His fangs slowly creeped out from his bared teeth, as another growl slipped out. He tightened his grip around Larissa's neck, mercilessly strangling her as he roared, "how?!"Ezekiel and Zain stumbled on their feet as pain shot through their heads. Xavier wasn't conscious to limit his temper to himself, but now he didn't care. "Speak!" He ordered Larissa."Whether you…you like it or not, it remains the truth," Larissa managed to say. She scratched at Xavier's fingers in desperate need for air, but it was useless. "Is that a threat?" Growled Xavier. His nails began to grow longer which consequently dug into Larissa's neck.Seeing that he would soon cause major harm to her, the witch drew on her powers. Her hair that floated about her, sho
The calm breeze brushed the fallen leaves up from the empty road, and the magnificent twilight sky added to the serene environment.Violet's soft laugh filled the air with its soft Melody, as the two walked hand in hand, laughing at jokes and engaging in small talk.Nick had insisted on holding her hand with the excuse that she might fall due to the after effects of prolonged hunger, which Violet thought was a completely ridiculous reason. She had let him take her hand anyway, as he wouldn't budge."I feel bad for that lady Samantha body shamed. Samantha's an awful person for saying those kinds of things to her," Violet complained sadly. "Samantha could be a bitch sometimes, but I didn't know she'd go to that extent," replied Nick in a tired voice. "What she did was downright inhumane. No one deserves to be treated like that.""Absolutely. The poor lady knew what she wanted. She was ordering a salad and latte with almond milk for God's sake, but the waitress just had to talk," Violet
Violet and Nick had gone a fair distance into the forest. They were now surrounded by the dense trees that prevented any ray of light from penetrating it, therefore, neither of them knew if the sun was still out there or what time it was. They had both left their phones in Violet's sitting room. There was no noise of swaying trees or chirping birds. Or rustling leaves and hooting owls. It was like the forest trees had stilled and the animals ceased to exist; like the entire forest was holding its breath. The only sound that echoed through the forest was the sound of dry leaves and twigs being crushed by their feet. Violet nervously looked around her, searching for what she didn't know, but darkness in the forest limited her vision.Her skin crawled and her throat constricted with rising fear. Why was she feeling so anxious all of a sudden? She felt her heart beat faster with every step she took, and dread washed over her like cold water. Was her decision
"Violet…" Nick whispered helplessly. The girl he liked or perhaps, loved so much was standing face to face with a big wolf, and it felt like he was living through a nightmare at that moment. Never had Nick seen a wolf so up close before, but now, here he was not more than seven feet away from one, and Violet, not more than eight inches away. He warily watched her as she stood petrified with fear and suddenly felt the painful stab of regret. Regret for ever making her come with him."Violet…step back," he whispered louder, desperation laced in his voice, but Violet couldn't register his words. She sobbed internally, tears staining her pale face and blurring her vision. The grey wolf seemed to observe her for a while, seemingly confused at something, but when she stepped backwards, the beast bared its teeth and growled. Warning her to not take any more steps. Nick felt the blood drain from his face and Violet froze in place. A choking sob rose in her throat as realization hit her hard.
After the implantation of the soul light, Xavier could already feel the change in the atmosphere. The silent fear of getting their souls sucked out of their bodies had quickly dissipated and the members of the pack were back to training out in the open freely and performing their duties with ease. It was safer for them now. The environment was safe and calm, but Xavier knew that was far from the truth.He still has a large pack to defend from potential rogue attacks sent by that brazen bastard, Demitrey, and was yet to find out his motive for joining Antonio, and why Antonio agreed to it. There was also that vampire that surrendered more than being captured. Xavier had interrogated him several times, but he was as solid as rock. Resisting under the most basic tortures.The thought of finishing him off right then and there stabbed his head countless times, but he knew better. That vampire had been sent by Antonio of course, and even though he wanted to snuff the life out of him, he co
"Larissa!" Violet screamed.The red blood that streamed from the assault made on her wrist quickly flowed like water pouring from a bottle. Violet's head shot up to look at the witch in disbelief as tears of pain and confusion stung her eyes. She glanced at the open cut not knowing what to do. She was torn between scooting backwards to put distance between her and that crazy witch, and preventing her blood from soaking the hospital's immaculate white sheets.She moved to cover her wrist to stop the blood flow, but Larissa slapped her hands away and squeezed her wrist tightly, making more blood ooze out.Violet yelped painfully and made to pry her hands off her. "What are you doing Larissa?!" She grunted, still trying to free herself from the witch's death grip. "Are you trying to kill me?!""I'm trying to take your blood, what does it look like I'm doing?" Larissa responded crisply, eyes narrowing at the blood. "And as for trying to kill you, no, but that could be arranged later.""Le
Everything looks familiar. She'd been here before. The own penetrable darkness that' surrounded her was a strong giveaway, but unlike last time she wasn't filled with the calmness she saw desperately wanted. There was rising panic going through her body. Violet sat up from where she lay to look around and the water that surrounded her body rippled away. More darkness. She wanted to leave but had no idea where to or why. She opened her mouth to call for help but only a warm gust of breath left."Come to us… save us."Like words being chorused by a hundred men and women, the words shook Violet, demanding her attention. It was loud and hoarse.Violet whipped her head around searching for the source, but was utterly confused when all she could see was darkness full stop. The voice filled her with a sense of familiarity yet she did not know what it was, or why it addressed her in such words."Who are you?" Violet heard her own voice echo in the void, asking the question she hadn't thou
A faint music with the softness of expensive silk hummed gently in the dimly lit room barely illuminated by the red lamps at the four corners. Several plastic candles with dim lights sat idly on the scarlet clad vintage tables and next to the walls, but the smoke that settled in the atmosphere did well to dull their lights.They emanated from the bowls of burning incense placed on both sides of the room giving the atmosphere a very euphoric vibe.Women in light, skimpy dresses seductively swayed their hips in tune with the hypnotic music. A fine number of bare pale skins dancing in different yet synchronized movements.A lazy smirk played on his lips as he watched their slow dances. It'd been quite a while since he'd treated himself to something nice.Antonio sipped his glass and leaned back with a satisfied smirk. Nothing tasted better than the blood of a young child. He had no use to kill the child for blood of course and could just take some from his blood bar anytime he wanted, bu
"Of course the foolish bastard wouldn't listen. He's brought his own death on himself, especially with that bloodsucker," Xavier grunted, shaking his head slightly, a deep frown settled permanently on his forehead.He walked through the dimly lit corridor with Ezekiel and Zain at his sides, looking as pissed as he was. Another vampire and rogue attack in two months. The serenity of his pack was now disturbed by these creatures who seemed to be getting bolder and bolder each day."Perhaps, my message last time wasn't clear enough for both of them." He worked his jaw slowly, while trying to keep his anger at bay. The bloodsucker had always been a problem from day one, but he still hadn't figured out why he'd teamed up with a werewolf. Demitrey's motives were clear as day; he wanted him dead and he wanted his territory as well, but as for Antonio, what could Antonio possibly gain from the alliance save having him dead, which was impossible.Antonio liked to play dirty, so did he, but An
"You came!" Ash whispered excitedly to Violet who ruffled his hair. "I didn't think alpha would let you attend this funeral with other werewolves around," Mila whispered into her ear, then fixed Ash's hair, "it's a sign that he's beginning to warm up to you." Violet raised her brows at Mila's words, recalling how Xavier had ordered and threatened her to attend. If that was his way of warming up to people then she'd rather he remained cold to her. "I doubt that he's beginning to like me or whatever. He's still a self-centered jerk," she replied and glanced behind her, and sure enough his scowl was a clear indication that he'd heard her. Unfortunately, she didn't care.She looked away from him and examined the pile of wood stacked far from the podium. It was stationed well enough for everyone to see. "What's with the pile of wood?""It's the burn pile. That's how werewolf funerals are done, although we rarely ever perform them. If there are no bodies of the deceased then we gather a
It was a cool evening, the wind was calm, as well as the environment. Xavier watched the funeral space behind the blinds of his office window, golden rays illuminating his tempting features, while he turned his drink between his fingers.All the black clothings, wooden podium, and stacks of dried wood poked at a memory he'd buried down in layers of hatred. He wasn't mentally comfortable with having a funeral in the pack, but here he was deliberately torturing himself with the scene.He didn't think a lot of people would attend a sudden funeral at his backyard and he hadn't made it compulsory, but the five alphas, and a huge number of people were walking about down there, speaking in subdued tones and mourning quietly. "Ugh…" he scoffed, moving away from the window to his chair. He didn't want to go and no one would question his absence, but since he partly planned this little torture, he might as well see it through. "I don't even have a reasonable role in this…" he grunted and poure
A few days had passed since the attack, and a calm, but sad atmosphere had settled in place of the tension. There were more security guards along the borders, and no one was allowed within the vicinity. Ash had been with Violet eversince he'd lost his brother to the dark witch.He had cried for hours unend, soaked two of her sweaters, and never left the room, but she and Mila cared for him. They had both been in his place before.A burial ceremony for all the lives lost from the start of the attacks was currently being discussed and preparations were ongoing. It was not a normal thing for werewolves to get burials with the exception of the alpha and Luna, but a lot of brave warriors that contributed wholly to the pack were gone.On the night of the attack, while Ash was tucked away in Violet's arms, Xavier had entered her room. She felt his strong aura and peeked through her lashes to see him staring at her from the door in the dark. She remembered how emotionless his face was after
"I knew right away that it would cost us greatly to put you in charge of them. A young hot headed and incompetent witch you have proven to be. You have failed–""But supreme Aradia, unforeseen occurrence that the–""SILENCE!"Larissa flinched from power that emanated from Aradia's outburst. The walls shook and dust fell from the ceilings, but the three other members that sat behind the high stone podium remained calm. They only cast blank looks at Aradia then returned their attention to Larissa. Their oversized red cloaks did little to conceal their gray and slightly wrinkled skin, or the power they possessed. Having been around for over a thousand years, their presence was unnerving.Aradia leaned back with a displeased look and quietly watched the young witch before her. "You cannot excuse your mistake, Larissa. Do you know the consequences of your ignorance? Do you, Larissa, have any idea of what doom you have put the supernatural realm in?!" Larissa angrily gripped her dress, fi