All Chapters of The Rejected Quisling: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

               Tonight happened to be a rare Lunar Trifecta. The surroundings glowed with bloody color from the moon. The moon looks amazing that even the cloud is ashamed to cover it. The sparkling stars are worthless in their claim to beauty. In the eyes of a human, the vision is terrifying. Some of them even believe that such phenomena bring horror and misfortunes. But to werewolves like me, the red moon is a symbol of grief. It is the time of the Moon Goddess’s lament over her separation from the Sun King. The Earth Princess is the one who is being taken cared of by His Majesty while the jealous Moon Goddess is covered in the background. Sympathizing with Her sadness is my bewildered emotions at my abandoned destiny. The chilly breeze of midnight stroke my silvery mane. I focused my attention in front of me. There in the enormous podocarp conifer in the woods is my runaway human mate. She is bounded and bloody

Amante POV                   A soft breeze suddenly fans my way. A spicy and floral sweetness of a somewhat woody and herbal aroma subsists. Its addictive fragrance lingers, arousing inconceivable feelings inside of me. Amaltheo stirs from its desolate drowsiness and sniffs incessantly the scent that caught our absolute interest. I trot awkwardly away from the army, abandoning the dark schemes I have for the Alpha King. The intoxicating smell is wafting stronger now, drifting flawlessly as if inviting me into a feast of luscious sensuality and romance. I step on my way, desperately searching for the source of my excitement. “Mate!”, I whisper simultaneously with my ecstatic wolf. I feel my heart pounding rapidly inside my chest. I am thrilled with joy at the celebratory discovery of my long-lost destined mate.      

Amante POV                     After the triumphant assault in Murrietta City, the army starts to line up for retreat. Some are carrying the lifeless bodies of our fallen comrades especially those we know have waiting families in the pack lands. I am going home with my mate. I have her sitting leisurely at the broad back of my wolf form. It surprises everybody when she willingly climb up so I can carry her on the way like a queen on a gallant chariot. She looks like an excited kid going on a picnic, smiling incessantly and enjoying the trip. She sometimes ask me to stop to pick some flowers on the way. I am starting to be comfortable with her unfazed demeanor. The trip going back to our village is long and exhausting. From time to time, we stop by to rest or scout the area first before moving forward again. Halfway down the r

Amante POV       “No way! It is not what I am thinking it is, right? Don’t you dare!”, Amaltheo shriek in my head when he reads the idea that is thrashing inside. “Why not?”, I ask taunting him visions of mountaineering. I chuckle at his gutlessness.                What I have in mind is clawing my way up the hundred-foot, rocky and snow-filled hillside. It is crazy and dare-devil but I think I am going to give it a try. I can understand my wolf's freakouts. Wolves have quite a large build that was not made for climbing trees especially vertically slanted hills. I use to weigh only 90 pounds in wolf form but now, I assess it to be up to 250 pounds which is very heavy to carry up the head heights. Wolves simply aren’t climbers. I look back at my mate. She motioned her approval by nodding excitedly with a sweet smile plastered on her fac

Amante POV                     The icy squall encircles the silent sanctuary of the werewolf pack. Its howling is faint and subsists with the exasperated gasps of the crowd. It is entirely quiet and peaceful but is a total contrast to the wreaking havoc wolf inside my mind. Amaltheo is outraged at my intention to disregard my mate. He is clawing, growling, and smashing my walls of ascendancy to no avail. I am the master of my own! I look at Allyssa. Her face is somber and hurting I can see tears running down her smooth cheeks. I resist the slicing pain of guilt in my chest and stare at her in the eyes. Her emerald green eyes are sparkling with bitter bursts. “Allyssa! You hear that. Then submit to me and I will keep your worthless life safe with me.”, my voice is so sweet an ignorant can mistake it for genuine kindness.