Lahat ng Kabanata ng Blood Oath Of The Alpha : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

The weakest member of the pack, Diva Crest was used to being overlooked. No one had hopes of her—not for leadership, not for power, and certainly not for a legacy that would be remembered. Tonight would be no different. The year's werewolf convention was well underway, the big room full of conversation, but to Diva, cold. Never exciting. Always boring," she muttered to herself into the room. But smiled on and trudged over to the Silverfangs' section of the pack. "Hi, everyone," she said, her voice ringing with forced cheer. No one replied. Some gave her a half-glance, indifferent, and went back to talking. She inhaled. "Why even bother?" The air in the room changed. A shiver ran over the crowd. Whispering ceased. Chatter fell silent. The Soothsayer had appeared. The older lady, in her flowing robes, and older than the rest of them, appeared on to the stage. People were whispering at her approach, but her eyes, which were watchful, hard eyes, were making Diva we

Night walked Diva across the house's corridors, sleep never in a daydreaming mood around her. Silence that was not broken was present, and creaks of old wood floorboards to punctuate every now and then. She stayed immobilized in one position when she was touched by low, mournful music that reached her on the horizon. It was a faraway place, miles even distant, but with a tremble which swept through her spine. She looked over at her. The disturbance made her realize that she was in front of a door that she had never seen before. It was cold alongside it, and fear crept into the space of her heart. She backed away slowly from the door by entering a dusty one that was full of memories. The room was luxuriously equipped, but everything seemed to have been so little as touched, as if time itself had ignored the room. Across the wall from her was this absurdly large painting. It was a picture of a really amazingly beautiful woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. Her eyes seemed calm, bu

"Who was Lillian, anyway?" Diva asked herself. "Was it maybe Lillian, or maybe whoever said my name?" She barely slept, with so many questions whirling around in her head she had no idea of answers to. Who was Lillian? And why did she think that she remained there? The house was cold, bare, and tight by day. Every creak of every wood floorboard was the whimper of a crying baby, and every shift of the shadows in the corner gave her the shivers all over again. Something was wrong this morning. That could happen to me," Diva snarled between clenched teeth as she zoomed down the hall. She swerved to the left and almost collided with Derek, who stood one step ahead of her. She instinctively dropped into a crouch and attempted to leap off on frog-fashion, and found herself running into an immovable object—Derek's knee. "Oh—shh!!" she blasphemously uttered. "Where on earth do you think you're going, little thing?" Derek snarled sullenly. "Wanna what?" "Noth—" He dropped dow