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Why the moon roars Flying off
CYRUS’ POV I sighed heavily, my knuckles throbbing and the dull ache on the side of my face seemed to increase more. I twirled the silver ring on my index finger around, the feeling of the design of the ring causing the movement on the outside to be less smoother than it was supposed to. It was a ring my father had given me when he handed down the title of Alpha to me, and he claimed it'd been passed down in our pack for generations. It wasn't too fancy though, made of pure silver with the pack symbols crested over it, and the motto crested on the inside. I was on Baekalis’ bed, my whole body sprawled on the mattress in a star fish kind of position and my head resting comfortably against the pillows. I had closed all the windows and curtains, turning off the lights as well as I was in one of my moods. It wasn't a mood I prided myself in being in, simply because I was usually quiet and unapproachable when I got like this. I didn't want to be like this in front of Baekalis, much less
Why the moon roars Natalia
BAEKALIS’ POVI rested my hands on my knees, somewhat bent over as I panted, struggling to catch my breath. My legs were trembling, and I managed to walk a few more steps so I could rest against a tree instead. My back slid down the tree bark, my ass landing on the grass as I spread my legs on the ground, exhaustion weighing me down. Closing my eyes, I tried my best to pay attention. I could barely hear the footsteps of Natalia's wolf, so it was safe to assume that she was still further away, giving me more time to rest. I reached for the zipper of my cropped hoodie, rolling it down, a part of the lace bra I was wearing underneath peeking through, as I used my hand to fan my self — not like it was doing much really — very much desperate to feel some sort of relief on my heated skin. The sun wasn't helping either, and neither were the trees surprisingly, as it seemed they were burning holes through the leaves just to attack me in all their glory. My head was starting to hurt, and I
Why the moon roars Pretty
BAEKALIS’ POV The walk back to the house was quiet most of the way, as it should be. Natalia didn't talk much at first, until she eventually got over whatever she was thinking about and turned to look at me. I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my skull, and when our eyes met for the fifth time in under two minutes, I snapped. “What?” I spat, a slight scowl on my face. I was too tired to engage in a proper conversation right now. Why couldn't we just walk in silence? “Uh…” she drawled, taking one last unsure glance at me before she fixed her eyes on the ground as we walked. “I was just wondering.”“Okay?”“You and my cousin are together, right?” she asked. I let out a noise of agreement, nodding my head as well even though I knew she couldn't see me. “Then what's up with you and Stephen?” Natalia met my eyes when she asked that, and my eye brows furrowed, obvious confusion evident in my facial expression. She mirrored my expression though, equally as confused for some re
Why the moon roars Clyde
BAEKALIS’ POVThe man, Clyde — who shall be referred to in my deepest, darkest and most sinful thoughts as ‘Pretty’ because he was — stared at me with something close to distant familiarity. But at the same time, he accessed me like I was an enemy; someone he didn't trust, and wouldn't begin to trust on the account of someone else's perception of me. It was admirable really, and the way he carried himself with grace was flawless as well. He has this aura to him. It was choking and possessive like Cyrus’, it was more gentle and calming, but still had that air of dominance that commanded respect. He was breathtaking. And whoever his partner was was a lucky person. “Uh…Miss Baekalis?” he muttered. His voice was soft and smooth, like silk, but it was soothing enough that you just had to pay attention to what he was saying. Miss. I swallowed thickly, my brain reseting as I tried to make my mouth function the way it should to enable a normal human conversation. The pretty man just call
Why the moon roars A request
BAEKALIS’ POVI stared at the ceiling, absent mindedly twisting and turning the silver ring on my left ring finger, feeling the foreign object. I took a deep breath in, my chest swelling before it went back to its original size as I exhaled a puff of air. I turned my head to the side, watching as Cyrus slept peacefully shirtless, his arms underneath his head as he laid on his side, his fist still curled as if he was preparing to punch anyone at any given moment. It was almost sad, how high his walls were, and how tense he was even when he was too deep in the confines of sleep. I could see his bloodied and bruised knuckles, the joints reddish and purple. It irked me how swollen they had gotten, how I couldn't do anything but watch as the area rose and swelled as time passed by. He shuffled in his sleep, his bangs fanning over his forehead and his eyelashes tickling the beginnings of his cheekbones. My gaze lingered, and they accessed the curves of his face. My eyes dropped to his li
Why the moon roars The man after my life.
BAEKALIS’ POVI nipped at my bottom lip, wetting the plump flesh with my tongue. I shuffled on the bed, trying to get a better position so I could fall asleep. The room was getting hot, or maybe it was actually all in my head. The blanket was heavy, and it did its work of making sure the people underneath it — Cyrus and I — were warm. But in this case, it seemed the blanket was doing a too good of a job, because I could swear I was dying. It was too hot, and the blanket was making it worse. The weight of Cyrus’ leg swung over the lower half of my body underneath the covers wasn't even making anything better. I was too aware of everything, too awake, and my body was itching to get up and do something but I was just so tired abs spent. I knew that if I got up, I'd make things worse for myself because I was feeling sore all over. Fuck my life. “Are you sure you're comfortable?” Cyrus whispered, his mouth so close to my ear that he was practically breathing into it. He exhaled softly
Why the moon roars Fold
BAEKALIS’ POVI groaned, stretching my leg at an awkward angle as my back arched off the bed. It was weird, and uncomfortable, and I was more than sure that I looked like a possessed cat manifesting their demonic qualities, but it was able to soothe the sting in my lower back and arms and that was enough for me. I turned my head to find already staring at me, his gaze heavy and judgmental. He gave me a once over, his eyebrows furrowing as he most likely wondered how he ended up with me. “What?” I asked when he stared too long. I had no problem with his staring, but asking him questions when he did usually stare made him flustered and he looked cute when he was flustered. “What the fu-” Cyrus cut himself off, struggling for words as he blinked. He swallowed, probably coming to the decision that what he just witnessed could not be explained. He stood up from the bed, leaning down to start picking up our stray clothes littered all over the floor. “You're weird.”I barked out a laugh, m
Why the moon roars The advent of love?
BAEKALIS’ POVI really had to start fixing old habits. For example: leaving my window open before bed. Growing up on a farm, I hardly had any problem with leaving my window open at night. The worst that could happen was a chicken somehow got into my room, and that wouldn't even be a problem. It wasn't like anyone wanted to rob a farm anyway. However, I was once again reminded just how far away I was from the home I grew up in when I accidentally left my room window open last night. Thankfully, nothing too outrageous happened, other than the fact that a snake had crawled in and I found it hiding underneath the pile of me and Cyrus’ clothes. I'd gotten a really long lecture from Cyrus, although that was a given since he was the one to kill the snake while I hid in my closet. But that was all in the past, at least I hoped it was. Shower time was sacred for Cyrus and I. It was the time we spent together the most — on my bed being an obvious exception of course — because immediately a
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Why the moon roars Let love lead us.
BAEKALIS’ POVI stood nervously in the dressing room, turning around so I was faced away from the mirror as I played with the rings that adorned my fingers. My wedding ring shone the brightest among them all, the gem glowing in a way that I had never seen before. It amazed me every single time. Sadly, this wasn't one of the special times that the glimmer managed to calm me down. “Sweetheart, you're overreacting. It's not that deep.”I snapped my neck around again to glare daggers at Natalia, folding my arms across my chest as she flinched at my look. She stared at me pointedly for a few more seconds before deciding to call me a bluff. She mirrored my look, hers accompanied with the same subtle eyebrow raise that Cyrus did all the time. “Mhm, don't look at me like that. You also know you're overreacting.” Natalia turned to look at Ardyn who was seated on the couch next to her, his attention fully directed at his switch.Clyde had finally gotten him one for his tenth birthday a few
Why the moon roars Beautifully.
DEVINA'S POVI sighed, soaking myself in the water even more as I let myself sink. My muscles were aching, and for the first time in a while, I felt relaxed. My face felt smooth, and my hair was neatly tied in a bun and my whole skin was tingling. Soft classical piano resonated around the room through the speakers situated at the four corners of the walls. The speakers were connected to my phone, and I genuinely wouldn't mind being murdered here. Sonata No. 14, “Moonlight” in C-Sharp Minor, Op. 27 No. 2: I. Adagio sostenuto. It was a particular favourite of mine ever since I had started listening to classical music. Which was, admittedly, only quite recently. Although, I didn't think my opinion about it being one of my favourites would be changing any time soon. I heard footsteps echoing from down the hall, sounding louder and louder as the owner of the two feet approached the bathroom. I only sighed louder, letting my eyes flutter close as I rested my head against the edge of t
Why the moon roars Awakened Evil.
Cyrus POV.The alpha rogue howled outside as if calling me, red filled my vision as I transformed, stepping over bodies as I made my way outside.The cool breeze blew our fur, his beady black eyes glinting wickedly in the moonlight. We both detransformed.“Ending your parents was just the beginning, I'll kill you then proceed to end the rest of your pathetic pack.”“Your father was a weakling who never deserved to rule.”“What's shocking is he had an even weaker son who succeeded in being a worse Alpha than he was.”I cut him off, sending an uppercut to his stomach as he lurched backwards, clutching his stomach.He lunged at me, his claws gleaming in the moonlight, I bent as low as I could, kicking him from under and sending him flying towards the entrance.He fell on the tiles with a large this, the stood up, limping as he wiped blood from his mouth, a sinister look in his eye as he transformed.I transformed too, slowly advancing towards him, howls and battle cries distant as his gre
Why the moon roars Let the Alpha face the hornets.
CYRUS’ POV Baek switched between happy and depressed over the next fortnight. Her moods went from immense joy to overwhelming sadness in a matter of days. Her mother had holed herself up in her room ever since the night of the announcement. Thomas was cremated and his ashes were kept in a jar in Cynthia's room, the jar kept in a glass case which hung decoratively over her bed.We– especially I– were all worried for Baek, tiptoeing on eggshells around her all the time, careful not to upset her for fear she'd breakdown.“Hey,” I whispered softly, coming out the bathroom as I tightened the sweatpants which hung low on my waist.I went to her and softly kissed the top of her head, sitting behind her as I massaged her shoulders.“How are you holding up?” I asked, burrowing my fingers deeper into her shoulder, fighting the knots there.“It all still feels unreal. It's like trying to balance being the mother of twin newborns while mourning the death of my father and trying to be there for m
Why the moon roars Tit for Tat.
DEVINA'S POV“We have to strike now!” Nightshade boomed as he turned towards the pack of rogues…the same rogues who murdered Alpha Cyrus' parents.“Why? It's not the designated time yet. Our soldiers aren't fully trained yet and your top soldier just recovered from a fatal injury…”“I hardly think we are in any position to ‘strike now’.”“Oh, but we are dear Alpha. Cyrus' father in law was murdered in the same battle that my Denzel was wounded.”Your Denzel?“Combining the death of her father with the birth and kidnapping of her children, Baekalis is weak and emotionally unstable right now. And if she is, automatically her husband — Cyrus — is too.“Now is the perfect time to strike because they are so downcast and fucking disoriented.”“B-but–”“But what?!” Nightshade boomed, his voice echoing through the night, the distant cry of the birds echoing through the dense forest.“Lower your voice.” The alpha commanded, growling as he faced Nightshade.Nightshade sighed in exasperation, ru
Why the moon roars The Cloak.
Cyrus POV.I don't know how long I lay there, I turned my neck, the stiffness making it hard as I took in the bloodiness of my surroundings. I looked at Denzel again, his eyes were closed so just to be sure I pressed my ear to his chest.It rose and fell slowly, a calming rhythm to his breaths. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose as I stood up gingerly, stretching as I reached for a makeshift first aid box in the corner of the room. I poured alcohol on a semi-clean rag and silently apologised as I pressed the rag to his thigh. He winced and woke up, he saw me and his frantic eyes softened as he clenched my cloak. I slowly wiped the blood off the surrounding areas and cleaned his wound as best I could, I then tore an piece of my cloak and used it to wrap the injury.That would help for now.I snuggled into his chest, not caring whether nightshade would see us anymore. He groggily turned and pressed a kiss to my forehead, falling asleep quickly after. ~•~I slowly sat up, rubbing
Why the moon roars Tough as nails.
CYRUS’ POV I kicked the stone I had been fixated on for the past half hour away from me. Stephen had been gone for a while and we were all losing hope. Of course none of us said it directly, but with each passing day, our shoulders slumped more, we became more sluggish and the vigour which had been there days ago slowly died.I don't even know who was more affected by the kidnapping of Ciel and Lyra– me or Thomas, my father in law.I stood up, dusting myself off as Stephen rushed towards me, looking more anxious than usual if that was even fucking possible.“Cyrus, we need to move…now!” he ordered, rousing the others from their resting places. “What…why?” I questioned, rubbing my temple as I arched my back, the satisfying crack it made as I stretched.“The twins…I know where they are…” he trailed off, picking up his gun and putting out the fire he and Thomas had struggled to ignite mere hours before.My eyes shot open at that, my somewhat calm psyche thrown into another frenzy as b
Why the moon roars Devina’s request.
Devina's POV.The morning sunlight filtered softly through the heavy curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. I was still half-asleep, drifting between dreams and reality, when I felt Devina stir beside me. Her warmth was a comforting presence, and I wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in her embrace, blocking out the dangers that waited beyond these walls. But even in this peaceful moment, there was an unspoken tension in the air, a reminder that our time together was always fleeting.I slowly became more aware of the world around me, the softness of the bed, the gentle rise and fall of Devina’s breath. But I kept my eyes closed, savoring the feeling of her fingers threading through my hair, the tender way she touched me. It was rare to see her like this—calm, unguarded, and not weighed down by the burdens she carried. I wanted to hold onto it, just a little longer.But reality had other plans.I felt her movements slow, the gentle strokes of her hand in my hair
Why the moon roars It takes two to tango.
As the door closed behind Nightshade, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The tension in my shoulders slowly unwound, though the heaviness in my chest remained. His presence was like a cold, suffocating fog that seeped into every corner of the room, and even after he was gone, the chill lingered. I walked over to the window, pulling back the heavy curtain to peer out into the night. The sky was pitch black, with no stars to offer comfort, just the same oppressive darkness I had grown accustomed to.I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, my breath fogging the glass as my thoughts spiraled. It was always the same when Nightshade left. Relief mingled with dread, the uneasy calm before the storm. I was his lover, his confidante, but only because I had to be. The mask I wore in his presence felt like a second skin, a permanent skin I could never fully shed. I was trapped in this role, suffocated by the lies I told myself and him. There was no escape, not without payi
