All Chapters of The Rejected Quisling: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Unknown POV                            *********                  The wind is howling because of the oncoming snowstorm. The massive, barren, and frosty land of Verte Monde is quiet, resting under the generous winter moonlight. The ground is covered by the sparkling whiteness of the fluffy snow. A pair of footprints can be seen spiraling below the swaying southern beech bordering the thick, gloomy Antillia forest. It belongs to a little boy, probably aging between 8 to10 years old, solely marching his way through the frosty area. Only his burning heart and dirty cloak shield him from the coldness of his surroundings. He is a pup, a werewolf child in human form. Wandering in the snow at this ho

Amante POV                    I am back in Verte Monde after a day of meticulous planning with the Andrews. I always make sure to be here after a day or two in Dougherty. Things will go suspicious if I fail to get back. Somebody might notice and a pursuing team meant disaster to my hidden agendas. I could see the familiar faces of my packmates. I am delighted with their warm greetings. They have smiles on their faces and they approach me with reverence. Most of them are congratulating me on my betterment as Lead Hunter. I keep a stoic expression despite the excitement. From the building on the left side of the territory, I see Marina coming my way. She’s wearing the same old, worn-out garments which look displeasing to me now. The excitement that I used to feel for her every time I see her before is all gone. It feels like simply meeting a friend most normally on

               Cape Narciso, as Detective Andrews name it, is a large, ice-capped island. It is mysterious as it can appear and disappear from one’s peripheral vision due to thick fog banks, pumice rafts from underwater volcanoes, floating icebergs, and freak breakers. As we came nearer the ice shelf edges, the combers moved slowly in. We need an ice boat or something to reach the low-lying coastal area along the Peninsula. Luckily, matted clumps of vegetation have been swept off the dry land. The long, narrow mass of land along the northern borders of Antarctica is thick with layer of ice and snow, which can exceed 1,200 m deep. A lone mountain range is half-covered by a glacier, very high, all white, and seemed to extend to the sky with its peak visible only with the beaming light of the crescent moon. It is already midnight when we reach the dry bank. We walk in silence, wary of the foreign but spectacular land

Amante POV       “Amante, your human mate is by the lake, making a scene with some packmates. Fetch her up now!”, a sudden mind link from an irritated Beta Emir penetrates inside my mind as soon as I step on the territorial borderline.                 I am taken aback by the tone of voice he uses at me. How dare he! I was just trying to get ahold of him to announce my arrival thru the mind link. I never expected to be barked upon by some jerk. I feel my heating blood rushing up my face. I am completely humiliated! Though the mind link is just between us two, I could not help but be offended. He's shouting at me like some petty doggie wagging its tail at his command. “Growl…I will!”, I replied and shut him off, the air seems to be engulfed by an invisible fire of wrath. “Go by yourselves to the storehouse. I've got somewhere else t

Amante POV     There’s chaos everywhere. Several she-wolves with their children howl over their dead mates. The pack grounds are a terrible sight to see. I notice the Luna fetches her bloody husband and they enter their abode solemnly. The wailings never seem to cease at any point in time. It’s horrible in here.                         *********                The screaming and crying out loud of those left behind still lingers in my mind. I can sense their sanity fading away, barely holding on to their unfortunate life.  The gasps, those terrible hiccups coming from those innocent, little ones. Why do they have to suffer in this unjust world? We were simply living our lives peaceful