All Chapters of Sweet Treachery: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As I walk home With you tonightJust like my heartThe moon was bright The stars like oursWere twinkling eyesA match made in heavenOh sweet surprise -Tia Maria.  Milos, breathing heavily, turns and looks at the creature before him. She is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Visibly tall, about 5ft 9 inches, long, shapely legs, skin as brown as chocolate. Her tattered dress does very little to hide her shapely curves. His gaze travels to her face, and rests on the biggest and brownest eyes he has ever encountered. He registers the look of horror on her face, and her paralysis, caused by fear. He immediately remembers that he is still in his wolf form. He transforms quickly and advances towards her. She whimpers, and crawls backward, with tears in her bloodshot eyes. He takes a

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I can’t take the mental strainMy thoughts a rickety trainWhy do we have expectations?Reality has its own limitations It doesn’t have to be this wayI am meant to always be gayBut I know without a doubtThat I’ll figure this out.      -PenaciousShewa    Wanda wakes up to a gentle touch on her leg. The touch is soft, yet insistent. She opens her eyes slowly to see a blurry but definitely feminine figure sitting at the foot of the bed. She rubs her eyes gently with her right hand and sees Anastasia, the mate of the Beta of the Conscientious Pack. She is a petite woman with dark, flowing hair, reaching her waist. She has soft blue eyes, and her facial expre

‘Tis so painful to lose you to DeathO valiant man of war and an astute generalBut springing out of your loins unto the earthIs your protégé, the queen eternal. PenaciousShewa   It is the age-long custom of the wolves of the Conscientious Pack to mourn the death of a late Alpha for a period of seven days. During these seven days, no one is to step out of his or her house, and the pack must be quiet. The sound of mirth must not be heard, and this is always the tradition, as the death of every Great Alpha is to be lamented on in this manner. After the expiration of these days, on the eight day, the body of the deceased Alpha is taken in a procession into the Tomb of The Great Alphas, and buried. After the Great Alpha is laid to rest, there is great rejoicing and celebration, so massive that the Rogues

Behind the scenes Is a young, wounded soul Forced to leave the serene He has to play a role Without as much as a subroutine To guide him to his goal          -PenaciousShewa                                  “Devilio! That is for me!” Basil shouts, running towards his friend, and trying to catch his breath at the same time.   “Hehehehehehe”, the other boy laughs nefariously, “Next time, you should out-run me then you will be able to eat your prey.” Devilio retorts with a smirk on his handsome face.   “But you and I know that I am not as brawny as you are, and no matter how hard I try, I never catch up with you. That’s