The girl by the river. I see things.I’m aware that most of them aren’t real, and I’m also aware that I am not awake. I am asleep, although the sleep is not present, rather, it’s tumultuous. I am dreaming, I am hallucinating. These images don’t make sense half the time, same as the emotions they invoke within me. I see the moon, shining high up in the sky. I see wolves running in the moonlight through a forest full of old, titanic trees that loom over the wolves as their protectors. I see a river, gushing down the land, and when I see it, I feel fear. I see a black wolf staring at me from the distance, its red eyes angry, and the wolf transforms into a man with black hair and even blacker eyes, glaring at me. I want to run when I see the wolf and the man, I want to flee far away where they can’t hurt me.I see another man, with hair the color of straw and eyes the color of the sky, tall and strong, handsome and tan. He makes me feel safe, I like seeing him. I don’t know who he is, in
Alexander.The girl we found by the river is finally awake.The message comes to me while working at the forges, moments after I had gotten the fire going. I had a tough itinerary today, with many a weapon from the weaponry needing repairing and sharpening. There was also an order for a custom sword which I had been excited to get my hands on since yesterday when I got the order.But today, my mind couldn’t focus, because the girl was haunting me.I do not know what about her had struck me so hard. She looks impossibly young with her moon-kissed skin and long, dark brown hair, along with her small stature. She reminds me of a bird, a magpie to be precise.My father was pretty shocked when I turned up at the back with a girl in my arms. Her clothes had still been wet and I had made my way back to the pack as fast as possible, fearing that she would develop hypothermia. Wolves were pretty thick-skinned against extreme temperature drops, but I had no idea if the girl was a wolf or not, an
Alexander.I rush to the room the girl is occupying. Lost her memory? I think, how could she have lost her memory?And then I remember the gash on her head.Years ago when I was still schooling I had learned that when one gets an injury on the head such as a nasty hit, or a deep cut, they would sometimes lose their memory. I didn’t know the name they gave to that condition, but I had been fascinated upon hearing that. I have to admit that I hadn’t given it much thought after that day because it never came up in my life. The girl had clearly been swept down by the river, and I knew that there was a region in the Genecy which was littered with heavy rocks. The cut must’ve come from her hitting her head on one of the rocks. Maybe it had been multiple rocks. Her dress had been tattered, so I believe it was the latter.I feel so bad for the girl. I can’t imagine losing my memory like that. She must be so frightened after waking up in a strange place with no recollection of who or what she w
The girl by the river. “The problem regarding your memory is complicated,” The physician replies after a beat of silence in which he’d scrutinized me and I listen to him carefully, “Are you sure that you remember nothing? Nothing at all about your life?”I shake my head regretfully, feeling utterly sad and sorry for myself, “Nothing. My mind is like a blank slate. I do not know my name, nor my age. I do not know where I come from. But I remember words, I remember how to talk, how to sit, how to eat and drink. All the …information, however, isn’t there.”And I’m surprised at how I’m not panicking over this. I literally have no idea about myself, and everything around me is new and strange, and intimidating. But the panic isn’t settling in yet, instead, I feel like I’m still in a dream. Like at any given moment, I would wake up, and my life would get back to normal.But what was normal? What was my life like? I got no idea.I turn to sneak a glance at the blond man standing in the doorw
Alexander. “She has no recollection whatsoever,” My father says after we’d put a considerable distance away from the room, “No memory. She doesn’t even know what her name or her race is. It’s so bizarre, I’ve never seen something like this, but Dale says it’s a common side-effect of head trauma.”“What are we going to do about this situation?” I question, not feeling quite like myself. Seeing the girl again, seeing her eyes, the depth of emotion that flitted through her face as she held my own eyes, feeling all the alien emotions arise within me…it shook me to my core. I feel oddly happy, elated, with no idea as to why. It’s not like I haven’t seen an attractive girl before, hell, I’ve even had crushes on them.But her…the girl we found by the river is something else.“I don’t know,” Surprising me, my father replies, “I need to notify Caster about this first.”I snap my head at him, surprised, “Why?” Before I can think, the word tumbles off me.“Because he’s my heir, Alex. He needs to
Alexander. “Well, hello, big brother,” Caster says as he saunters towards me, a sardonic smile on his face, “I heard from the grapevine that you dragged in a stray instead of finishing your scouting mission.”It takes me such an effort to keep myself from rolling my eyes at him, “Caster,” I reply as a greeting, “How nice of you to join us. I thought you were sick.”“Oh, I’m better now, thank you for your concern,” He stops next to our father, and dips his head at the Alpha, “Hello, father.”“Caster,” My father smiles at his heir, “You look much better than you did last day.”“Yes, a day of bed rest and mother’s home-brewed remedies always work,” Caster grins, “I feel as fit as a fiddle.”“Mother’s remedies?” I ask, cocking my head at him, “Why didn’t you call down Dale?”Caster looks offended, “Why, I don’t want to disturb the man for something as trivial as a passing sickness when he could be used elsewhere in the pack. Besides, an Alpha must be strong enough to face sickness on his
The girl by the river. Dale Baker left after assuring me that Maddox would answer all my questions, other than the ones about my identity, in due time. That they were a culture quite different from what was considered normal, so they were going to have to take a ‘well-thought’ approach in breaking it out to me.I had no idea what he was going on about. I didn’t know what a normal culture was in the first place, so how am I supposed to deem if theirs is abnormal?But I know enough to realize that I was completely under their mercy here in my situation, so I politely nodded and went along with whatever he said.And now I sit all alone in my room. It’s still the morning as I can tell because the sun rays that flow through the now open window are warm and soft. I hear the sounds of civilization outside, people talking, shouting, laughing. Judging by the room alone I can tell I’m in a large-sized house. The room is very cozy, and I wonder who it belongs to as it looks lived in.There’s no
Brooke.The ritual was to find my race.From Maddox’s father, I learned that there were two races in the world, human and supernatural. In the supernatural community, there were sub-races, such as shifters, faeries, witches, etc. Shifters were beings having two forms, human and animal, with the capability of changing forms after their eighteenth birthday, the day on which they discover their animal form. According to the type of animal a shifter transforms into, shifters are also divided.Humans and Supernaturals did not get along as supernaturals lived in secret, and humans were wary of any creatures who were different from them.Maddox, Alexander, and Caster were shifters, and they transformed into wolves. Hence, they were called werewolves. They had the spirit of a wolf residing in them, and they could transform into the wolf whenever they willed it. Even Dale was a werewolf. The whole community they resided in were werewolves, and they called it a pack. The Lunar Legacy pack. And M
Lydia. We run through the forest as fast as we can, without looking back. I can feel my heart breaking inside my chest with every step we take. I left Ryan. I left Ryan to fend himself against his murderous tyrant of a brother all alone. I left him on his own. I left the love of my life. The pain is too much to bear, and I feel myself slip off. In the spirit plane, my wolf is startled to see me. The purple and magenta sky of my mind's world is strewn with multicolored stars, but I can't appreciate that beauty today. Disregarding my yipping wolf, I stride towards the remaining chain. I need to break this in order to gain my full potential. I don't care if I'm still too weak. Ryan is in danger, and I need to break this chain in order to save him. I need to go and face down an entire packet to reclaim my beloved back. My wolf comes growling and snaps her jaws at me. She tries to warn me off the chain, as she knows I'm not strong enough yet. But I am too far gone to listen to reaso
Lydia.Otis hollers as I stab his arm with the arrowhead, his cry waking up everyone in the near vicinity. I start to hear voices coming from all around me. But caught in the throes of my anger, I don't care for them. I want to see Otis hurt for what he was trying to do to Ryan. With a yell, I pull off the sharp metal from his chest, and he cries out once again. Clutching the injured arm, he stumbles back a couple of steps and hits the wall, hard, with his head. The impact makes him lose consciousness, and he falls to the ground.I brace myself to pounce on him again and end him once and for all. I could feel the bloodlust taking over me, poisoning my mind like a scarlet berry. My vision tinges with death, and there's the gushing sound of an ocean in my ears. 'Kill, kill, kill,' my mind chants, and there's nothing I want more than to listen to it. I want to see fear clog his face, I want to see him choke on his own spit. I want to watch the life bleed out of him. I want to watch him
Lydia.The shadow moved discretely as if it was aware that it was being watched. Or perhaps it was not taking any risks and was acting as if it was already in danger.As I move through the darkness the trees provide, being extra careful not to make a sound, I start to see the owner of the shadow.It was a man, judging from the body. He was dressed in all black, covering his body from head to toe in dark garments that blended in with the night. His face is wrapped in a black scarf. He looks almost like an assassin, but I know that his gait is too sloppy to be that of an assassin's. Besides, an assassin would never creep around the caves so slowly. The man stops near a certain cave. There is a window carved into the stone, and it's open partially due to the humidity. The man straightens and peers inside the window, opening it slowly enough not to make a creaking noise as it was bound to do if opened quickly. Then, ever so carefully, he places his palms upon the windowsill and raises h
Lydia.That day, I bring down my first deer. It feels almost surreal, but the arrow that pierces through its unsuspecting eyes is mine. The deer falls to the ground as soon as the arrow hits, and although I feel remorse for it as always, I also cannot keep myself from crowing out of triumph."Good job!" Caleigh claps me on the back before running towards the carcass to start gutting it. We pack the meat inside our packs and dump the entrails far away so other carnivores could make use of it. With meat-heavy backpacks, we make our way back to our caves so we could drop the bounty off in the kitchens. The stores of meat in the pack would be full after this."How strange," Caleigh mused as we dropped the meat off, gazing around the pack lands, "Your unwelcome shadow is absent today."I'd noticed that too. I have yet to see Otis for the day; he'd been absent from my site since this morning. Maybe he finally came to his senses and decided not to pursue me. But I knew that thought is too g
Lydia.The next day, as soon as I woke up, my eyes fell on the bow.It was a thing of beauty, and I could see that Caleigh spent much time perfecting it. The wood appeared to be from a mature rowan tree, and I wondered where she even found one. They grew high up in the mountains. Made from rowan heartwood, it was polished and stained with the juice of peppermint leaves. I know this because I could smell the refreshing minty smell from the wood. The middle of the arch was wrapped with cured leather that was firm to the touch. The bowstring was taut and strong, made from fine hairs twined together to make a thick string.I gripped the bow from the middle and raised it in an arc, bringing it in front of me. With my other hand, I pulled the bowstring. It was surprisingly easy after the newfound powers I gained after breaking the chain last night. As I perfected my posture, I felt it flow through my blood. It made me feel as if I were already invincible as if I could take down my enemies w
I sent her a warm smile. I could only imagine how bad she wanted to be set free. She yawned and looked at me. She seemed much calmer than before and I hope this was not only because of the exhaustion. I held out my hand. She pushed her nose against my palm and I petted her.“What do you think?” I asked “Are you ready?”She nodded. I was getting worried. She was still not willing to talk. I doubt that she was unable to. And she didn’t hate me anymore. For me it was something I just couldn’t understand. In addition, it made me feel bad. If she didn’t hate me, why wouldn’t she talk to me? There were many things we could have discussed. I breathed a sigh but tried to understand her.I stepped to her leg and looked at the chain. She turned her head to me then nodded, implying it was really time to release more of her power. I grabbed the chain. I struggled with that one. I hoped I was just exhausted. The animal looked at me. Her eyes narrowed. She cooperated with me: she took some steps so
I grumbled as Caleigh shook me in the following morning. My mind was still reckless and couldn’t sleep much. Besides the already existing problems I couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan’s body.“I told you.” the huntress told me “Come on or I’m going to leave you behind!”“Okay, okay.” I moaned but got out of my bed.I followed Caleigh to the forest and I did my best not to fall back into sleep. I started to doubt that I could have broken another chain. We remained silent. The huntress was sure there were some deer nearby. It was undoubtedly her favorite type of meat. I saw as her muscles became tense and in the same moment I smelled the animal’s scent. It was near. She motioned that we would switch places. I was reluctant but she wanted me to hunt the deer down.I kept listening to the noises and waited for it to appear. Once it was within eyesight I breathed a silent sigh and picked an arrow. I kept my eye on the target but I became nervous all of a sudden. Even though I aimed at the h
When I reached the training grounds I saw he was pulling some weights shirtless. I smiled to myself but stepped in and reached him. It was time to play again. A part of me enjoyed this part either with Ryan or Caleigh. But another part of me was annoyed because I just wanted to be myself. I wanted to be with this man. I wanted to be free and careless. Instead of all this, we had to be careful and play roles, acting like we were nothing more than friends or training partners. Once I reached him I put my hand on his shoulder gently.“Do you need a partner?” I asked.“Maybe.” he grinned “How about a night run?”“Oh, I’m in.” I chuckled then leaned closer to him “I thought you can’t get any stronger now.”“I can’t.” he sighed “We’re acting. That’s all. And you can become stronger.”“You’re right.” I nodded “Let’s go then.”I kept my pace with Ryan’s. Outrunning him would have been no problem. We still had to pretend everything was normal between us. I hated that part. I was proud we foun
The huntress looked at me and sent me a warm smile.“So how far did you get?” she asked.“Not far.” I blushed “I’m afraid someone will notice.” I sighed.“Believe me, Ryan is careful with this. He wouldn’t risk losing you.”“I know, I just don’t want to take any unnecessary risks, you know? If we leave the pack before I unleash my full power, the journey is going to be even more dangerous.”“I know you’re right. But he loves you.”“I know.” I smiled “I wouldn’t sneak out for nothing. But even though it feels so good and so right, I can’t shake off the feeling of something bad is about to happen.”“I understand what you’re talking about.” she said grimly “It’s like it’s way to quiet right before a huge thunderstorm. And I don’t like it either.”“I wish we could have met under different circumstances.”“I wouldn’t leave this place without you.”She remained silent for some minutes and I was waiting for her further response. I knew she was grateful I turned up out of the blue several day