Brooke.The discussion about soulmates has left me in a weird mood, so much so that I don’t even notice Caster until he approaches me. Alexander had been called into the Forge to help his workmates with some specialty weapon they are creating, and he’d left while I was in the library. Soon after, I’d gotten bored of just sitting there, and decided to come outside.I am thinking hard about the bond created between souls and how it feels so natural as I sit outside the Forge on a wooden bench, waiting for Alexander to end his work when he appears next to me.“You seem to be deep in thought,” A voice comes next to me, making me flinch. I snap my head to see who it is, and of course, my eyes land on Caster.After his words at dinner, Alexander’s younger brother left a bad impression on my mind. I wasn’t all that taken by him from the beginning, but his condescending attitude and the implication that I was weakly grated against my nerves. From my interactions with the werewolves I’d come to
Caster.All through my journey, I think about her.She’s in my mind constantly. Ever since I saw her, sitting on my brother’s childhood bed, dressed in one of my mother’s old white gowns that made her look tiny, looking absolutely lost, trying to not let her fear show…her beauty had been like the brightest star in the night sky, a beacon in the dark. That was the first time in my life that my heart skipped a beat for a woman.And she had been such a nice distraction from everything that was going on.The night darkened as I run through the Lunar woods, and the sun sets over the western mountains. The never-ending noise of cicadas and crickets that is a staple to the Lunar woods creates a haunting melody when paired with the rustling wind. Somewhere, an owl hoots, and various creatures of the night squeal as they whiz and fly past me. I run, through trees and boulders, jumping over the number of creeks, brooks, and streams that litter the forest bed. My vision in wolf form is as clear a
Brooke. Alexander and his colleagues ‘employ’ me at the Forge.My job is to be their assistant. I know nothing about metalwork, but I’m an extra pair of hands that can tend to the hearth, carry things around, organize their inventory and help around the Forge every other way while they toiled over metal. Aside from them, I had to clean up the Forge every morning and evening before and after they worked.In return for my labor, I will be getting five gold coins at the end of the week. I had no idea about the worth of money, and frankly didn’t even think I needed a salary given how I was being housed by the Alpha family which provided me with food and clothing, but Alexander and Maddox had insisted.“Being financially independent is essential for a wolf,” Alexander had told me, “Your labor has a value, Brooke, and you should take it.”“But what am I supposed to do with the money?” I’d asked, genuinely confused.“Spend it on the market. Buy some clothes, food, accessories, weapons, books
Brooke. Maddox doesn’t even stay for breakfast. He’s clearly very excited and grabs a bread roll of the basket on the table before rushing off. Natalie stares after him, stunned.“That man,” She shakes her head after a beat of silence, “And his instant plans. I swear to the Goddess,” muttering under her breath, the Luna gets up from the table, “If you children can excuse me, I must go after my mate to help with planning.”As soon as she rushes off, I turn to Alexander, “So, what’s a pack run?” I question.“It’s this activity we do on full moon days,” He explains, his eyes twinkling from delight, “Where we all run around the pack territory in our wolf forms. And by us, I mean all the werewolf adults in the pack.”“Do you do it monthly?”“No, not really? Just when father feels like it,” Alexander shrugs, “It’s not a must to have a run every full moon, but it’s one of my favorite activities. The full moon is the time when shifters of all kinds get more in touch with their animal side, so
Brooke “Are you sure Alexander asked you to do this?” I question as we walk through the forest, “I was with him the whole time today and yesterday and all the days before, and he didn’t mention anything like this.”“That’s why it’s a surprise, Brooke!” Jenna replied in an excited tone, “You’re not meant to know it’s supposed to happen.”“But why would he want to meet me in the forest?” I question, feeling lost, “I could’ve just met him at the Forge.”“Brooke, I don’t know why he wanted to meet you in the forest, trust me, I’m as puzzled as you are although I may have a few guesses,” Jenna looks over her shoulder at me with a smile, “Just go along with it and see what he wants. Maybe his answer will delight you.”Some niggles in my mind as I follow Jenna through the forest. I’m not particularly familiar with this part, I remember walking through this area with Alexander once, but no more than that. The Lunar woods looks pretty similar everywhere, so I have a hard time deciphering where
Brooke. I start to walk back to where I came from, openly crying and feeling like something bad was ready to jump out of the shadows and get me then and there, whipping my head like a spooked gazelle, thinking that’s better than just standing where Jenna left me. My throat hurts from all the screaming I’ve been doing, but I can’t stop myself. I croak for help, for Alexander or Jenna or for anybody else to hear me. The moon starts to rise in the sky, and through the gaps in the leaf canopy overhead, I can see it. That reminds me of the pack run that was happening tonight. Maybe if I manage to walk in the right direction, I would be able to stumble into the pack.I don’t understand why Jenna did what she did. I don’t know if she was lying or telling the truth when she said that she was taking me to meet Alexander, but I believe she was lying because I’m certain that Alexander would never have me abandoned in the middle of the forest like this. My heart tells me that Alexander doesn’t ev
Alexander. “Hey, have you seen Brooke?” I ask yet another man in the pack as I walk through the market, wondering where the girl was. Brooke had left the Forge in the evening to go and train in the Archery ranges, with the promise of returning to the Forge to carry out the rest of her shift duties before we could both get off to pursue the endeavor of discovering her wolf.But after she left, she never came back.I waited for her at the Forge, wondering if she’d forgotten about the time, which was strange because Brooke was very mindful about such things. And she never did her work halfway, she made sure to finish all her duties before she left the Forge.So why is she still absent?Knowing that something out of the ordinary was happening, I made my way to the training ranges and searched the whole area from top to bottom, but she was nowhere to be seen. I searched the Archery range and the weaponry twice, and even all the close combat areas, but Brooke was absent.That’s when I start
Brooke.“No, stop, please,” I curl into a ball on the forest floor with my eyes scrunched shut tightly, my palms slapped over my ears as I try to stop my mind from flitting through all these anxiety-inducing images. I feel like I’m paralyzed, I can’t move my body, but how could I when I don’t even have command over my mind? My head hurts from what’s happening within, and I don’t know what’s transpiring. Since I saw the cliff, the dark chasm of my mind had erupted, and things that I have never seen before were making a reappearance, running through my mind’s eye like galloping horses, too fast to decipher, too brief to have any context.I hear a keening cry rip off my throat, and suddenly, I am plunging into a scene.I sit in front of a fireplace, staring at the mantle. On the top of it is a picture, a painting made quite crudely. I am no older than ten, but even I can say how the shadows and lights of the picture are off, considering how accurate they were on all the paintings that hun
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