Luna's Pov
I watched as the person who was supposed to be my new owner was stripped and then flogged. My lips pursed as I roved my eyes over the small crowd that had gathered to watch him get flogged. Seeing the expression on some faces, I could tell that they did not really fancy him because how else would you explain watching someone get flogged with a smile on your face? I couldn't blame them though because I was not a huge fan either. Who would be after being bought like a piece of merchandise and then bundled like a sack of farm produce to this strange place? True, my former place was nothing to write home about either but at least, I hadn't been dragged there. I had been surprised by his offer to take my punishment though. That really wasn't an action that I would have expected from someone like him. Sure, he had tried to save me from Bane but I had assumed it was just to convince me to come with him. This though was on a whole new level. I was broken from my musing as I watched him being helped to his feet and into his coat. The woman from earlier bolted toward him and they exchanged a few words before she backed away from him as he was led away. I noticed him scanning the crowd and soon enough, his eyes landed on me. He flashed a smile at me, "I will be back soon master." He mouthed. "Master!" I scoffed. He wasn't a hero. He was a crazy man. Who else would pick a random stranger in the woods and declare she was his master? He is crazy as is everyone else in this entire place. "I need to get out of here." I whispered to myself. The thought had hardly escaped me though before I noticed a brown skinned, long haired woman bouncing toward me. She was still some distance away but I could see her white eyes flashing dangerously like the sky during a thunderstorm. I knew she was headed for me and for a moment I wondered if I should slip away or allow her reach me. I chose the second option for obvious reasons. I had no idea where to go. "You!" She scowled as soon as she reached me, slapping me hard across the face. She had grabbed two fistfuls of my hair before I could recover from the blow and understand what was going on. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" She growled. In between the sting of the slap and the pain of having my hair being pulled, I couldn't answer her question but I had a feeling she wouldn't listen if I told her that so I spoke the language she understood. I pulled her hair in return and soon we were two bundles of tangled hair spewing words that shouldn't be found within a quarter mile of a maiden's lips. Back in my former abode, I had grown used to being bullied and not fighting back but this girl just made me mad. Sure, I could understand that she was worried about her friend but it wasn't my fault that her friend had brought me here against my will and gotten in trouble along the way, was it? With one massive effort, I managed to wrest her fingers from my hair and pushed her to the ground. "Get off me!" I spat as I turned to leave, deciding I would just find my way out of here on my own. She hurled several unprintable insults as she jumped to her feet and raced after me. I turned toward her, my shoulders tensed for a fight when a huge guy stepped between us. Staring at his ginger colored hair that stopped just beneath his ears, I realized that I had seen him earlier. He is one of my 'master's' close friends. "That is enough fighting for today, don't you think?" His voice, bold, yet soothing boomed. "Get away from me, Jamil!" She snapped as she tried to shove past him but was easily captured in his huge arms. I narrowed my eyes as I watched him whisper in her ears. "I don't care! Let me go!" She groaned but relaxed when he whispered something else in her ears. She didn't fly like a chicken that had landed in a brazier full of hot coals when he let her go although her eyes still blazed with all the liquid fire she could muster. I had no doubt about her burning me to a crisp if she has the chance. "Hey, Luna!" He turned toward me and flashed a smile at me, revealing his nice set of teeth. I inhaled sharply as I took in his features. Bright green eyes, sharp cheek bones, a pointed nose and a tall figure, he was pretty eye catching. Let's not forget to mention his bulky frame. When I met his eyes again, he had a cocky smile on his face as though to ask, "do you like what you see?" I did. I wasn't about to answer an unasked question though as I arched my eyebrows and met his eyes. "Oh, sorry! I am such a bad host." He slapped an arm against his face in mock embarrassment before meeting my eyes again, "I am Jamil. This here," he wrapped his arm around the still heaving ball of rumpled air, "is Blaire and over there," he looked over his shoulder at the man who stood some distance away, sending a wary look as though considering the odds of us pulling every strand of hair out of his head if he moved too close. "Hey, Ulo, won't you come say hi to our guest?" Watching him move closer, I realized that I probably knew who his father is. The green hair they shared was unmistakable. "And this here is Ulo." They were both muscular and tall but somehow, Ulo made himself appear smaller. "You are the son of that..." I paused, wondering what word would be best to describe him. Several words came to mind but I was pretty sure they wouldn't appreciate any of them. "Now, now, Ulo here isn't that bad and I dare say, we aren't either." I frowned for a moment before realizing what he meant. "Do come with us. You look like you need one of Blaire's super kits." Jamil called as he extended his arm toward me. "Don't you dare!" Blaire growled as I ignored the arm and started to walk knowing they would catch up to me.Blaire's Pov"I hate her. I really do loath her. I wish she would be attacked by some stray wolves and ripped into a thousand pieces." These and many more were the thoughts that crossed my mind as I straightened my hair before the mirror in my room. Jamil had shown her to her room. Everyone seemed to be out to get on my nerves. Of all the rooms that they could have given to her, they had to place her in the room that was directly opposite mine. For her own good, I hoped that we would not stumble into each other because then, not even I could stop myself from gouging out her eyes. I gritted my teeth as the brush got caught in my hair. Wincing, I straightened it and continued to brush it. Flashes of Indrik being whipped, the mangled flesh and streaming pool of blood, his painful grunts. I could not get any of it out of my head and the more I thought about it, the more my heart broke and the more my fury grew against the person who had caused it. My reflection stared back at me from th
Blaire's PovI knocked on the door and waited. I was about to knock the second time when the door was opened. I could tell he was surprised to see me with the way his eyes widened. Behind him, I could see his room and truth be told, it was in a sorry state. I could see a boot standing at attention on his bed, clothes strewn all over, and that wasn't even the beginning of it. It goes without saying that Jamil is the worst housekeeper in the entire pack. He noticed my survey and grinned. "There was no rip!" I commented, hoping my eyes were as icy as my words. "Oh, you sure?" He asked, trying to hold back his smile. He finally gave up as he grinned, "alright, there wasn't but it was fun to watch you scurry like that."I huffed, holding back the barrage of words that came to mind. "I need to see you. And Ulo too. I will be waiting." His expression grew serious as he nodded. I turned my back and made my way down the other end of the corridor. This was a pretty impressive building if you
Luna's PovThe guy who had introduced himself as Jamil had led me to this room where he had told me to rest after I had told him I wasn't hungry. A comment that was now proving to have been too hasty. My tummy was rumbling angrily and more frequently now. I looked around the room. It looked pretty old and from the looks, it had not been occupied in a long while. There was a bed, a wall length mirror, a table beside it that had some facial and body care materials, a chair before it. On the wall opposite it stood a built in wardrobe which I had confirmed to have some clothes. A window stood open just above my bed giving me a view into a garden. All of these and nothing of mine. I still couldn't get over how that man had just uprooted me from my life like some plant and brought me here. He hadn't even allowed me to go back home to pick anything up. True, there wasn't really much to pick but still. I reached into my blue gown and exhaled in relief when I found that I still had my necklac
Luna's PovWatching her leave, I was torn between the choice of going back to my room and waiting for my friendly host to return or going after my nemesis. I chose the later although I made sure to not let her know. I figured she would probably be going there or I would run into my host on the way. I must have looked ridiculous, bearing a tray and sneaking after a gorgeously dressed woman. I guess it is true what they say. You can kidnap the waitress from the serving tables but you can never take the serving away from her. The saying is something like that, I guess. I have never really been too good with quotes. Nor with much else, I'm afraid. I sighed as I remembered home. It seemed like an eternity since I had been turned out and now it was starting to seem like I might never be able to go back home. "Look who we have here!" A voice boomed, followed by laughter. I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized I had been surrounded by a group of men. I looked up at th
Luna's PovI stared at Jamil like he had suddenly grown a set of horns. "Brothers?" I muttered, almost bursting into laughter at how strange the word felt on my lips. I mean, sure, they had slightly similar hair and eyes (which by the way were worlds apart in the world of color) but did that qualify them to be brothers? I was certain that at least ten people within this premises would share that color with them. Apart from that, they were as different as night and day. Indrik was slender while Leon was a giant and that wasn't even the beginning of it. "Believe it or not but that is the truth. They are half-brothers." Jamil said like that was supposed to explain why Indrik looked like he forgot his family gene in his mother's belly. "That still does not explain why Indrik looks like his elder brother drained him of all his essence." I blurted before I could think. Jamil stared at me with a look of amusement and what looked like pity. I blinked in confusion as I wondered what was goi
Indrik's Pov Cold! Pain! And even more pain! That's all I could think of as I drifted in and out of consciousness on the cold dungeon floor. This room seemed to have been abandoned for years. I had fallen face first into a web of cobwebs, the tiny strands of which I could still feel in my eyes despite my desperate attempts to get them out. In here, I could see the reason why this place is so feared. It is a nightmare. The room is round and tiny. So tiny that I have to either stand on my feet or keep my body curled in a ball with my legs resting on the iron gate that secured the entrance, which I need not say was not very comfortable. Apart from that, the roof seemed to be connected to water of some sort, the source of which I was pretty certain I did not want to know. This water had been perpetually dripping to the rough concrete floor. Overtime, it had managed to crack the floor and algae had grown through it and then spread to the walls. Everywhere was practically covered with tha
Blaire's PovI knocked on the imposing mahogany door and waited. I rocked on my heels, wishing that the door would open as soon as I knocked on it. I raised my hand to knock again when I stopped myself, choosing to distract myself with the environment instead. I was in the main palace building. It was an impressive building that you couldn't help but be awed at. Like the outside, the insides were painted in glowing white. On both sides were different paintings that were so good, they almost looked real. Trust me, I knew how real it looked from experience. Just a little while ago, I had jumped back in fright when I had turned a corner and it had appeared that a wolf was attacking me. It turned out to be one of the paintings but you get the point. There were several paintings, each more impressive than the last. There was one of a huge wolf standing on a plateau and raising his snout to the moon in a howl while other wolves around him bowed. There was another of two wolves standing side
Blaire's Pov"You have to understand that rules are created for a reason. To keep us safe from harm. No one, not even Indrik can be allowed to break the rules." My mother had continued to speak when she realized I was not going to speak to her. "But mother, we both know Indrik's condition. He will not survive the dungeon. Could the council not have found something that was less likely to kill him?" I asked, my heart burning with indignation as I thought about how Indrik must be doing in that place. Don't be fooled by Indrik's show of bravery before the council. I wonder what must have gotten into him to have made him make that decision. All his life, he has been pushed to the back because he was powerless. A wolfless wolf in one of the strongest packs? You get the picture of what life must have been for him. But that also meant he was sheltered. Being a weak wolf, he could not be exposed to the conditions which wolves normally had to bear. Definitely not a dungeon. As a matter of fa