Luna's Pov
I 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 going through his mind at the moment. "Indrik is the elder brother." He dropped another bombshell and it took all my willpower to not scream what? No willpower could stop me from staring at him like he had had a brain burn though, I mean, the sun was pretty hot. He smiled as he straightened his body and collected the tray from me. "You should go get some rest." He muttered as he turned around and walked away, leaving me gaping after him. After what seemed like forever, I finally shrugged. So, what if it would take ten Indriks to make his younger brother? I didn't care. All that mattered to me was getting out of here. That too as soon as I could. But even as I made my way to my room, I couldn't help wondering what could be the reason why two brothers would hate each other so much. Sure, they were half-brothers but there were close friends who didn't even share anything in common. They shared a parent for crying out loud. Back in my room, I finally slipped out of my dress that suddenly felt too heavy. I had not noticed at the time but my encounter with the men had gotten me so nervous I had sweated all over. I headed to the bathroom and took a long shower. When I was out, I stumbled onto my bed. At first, I lay wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling, my body unused to this kind of leisure after having had to slave to the bone for the Shadowmaws but the bed was so comfortable in comparison to the hard floor that was my bed in my former place that I was soon drifting off. It was a cold night as nature raved angrily against the great evil that had been done. My eyes were wide with terror as I watched that thing come out. The thing that was going to ruin my life. I dared not meet the eyes of my companions. Definitely not the eyes of my mother. I had let them all down and in the process enabled the creation of something that threatened the balance. "What have you done?" Asked a voice that was cool and soothing and at the same time harsh and gruff, one that sounded like waves on an extremely stormy day. A voice that scared me spineless. "What have you done?" The voice asked again, louder and more accusatory this time. "What have you done?" This time the voice seemed to have come from directly beside my eardrums. I screamed as I covered my ears but it was too late as I felt wetness on my hands. Bringing them before me, I found that I truly was bleeding. Rivers of blood flowed out of my ears and pooled at my feet. I screamed as I fell. I thrashed around as I blinked my eyes open certain I was dead. I was not. It was a nightmare. Nightmares! I gritted my teeth. It had been so long since I last had them. Not since... Rays of sunlight fell across my face, temporarily blinding me. Rising up from the bed, I looked out through the window to find that the sun was already setting. Dusk would be upon us in no more than an hour. I stared at the view that would usually have attracted me with blank eyes, my mind focused on the dream I had just had. It wasn't the first time I would be having such a dream but it was the first time I would be having it in the daytime. That was probably because it had been ages since I last slept in the afternoon. I sighed as I placed a hand under my jaw feeling lost and disoriented. The nightmare had brought back several bad memories. Memories I had tried my best to shove to the back of my mind. My eyes pooled with tears as I suddenly wished I was still at The Haven. While I was there, I had been able to lose myself in the work and bullying and torture. When the day finally ended, my body usually had no strength for anything other than to collapse to the floor like a pack of cards till the next morning when I had to jump into action again to avoid being kicked in the ribs. While that might sound horrible, I had loved it because it had prevented me from thinking about my woes. You should get the idea of just how awful those woes are. I sighed for the millionth time as I got away from the window and turned my attention to the room. I was covered in nothing other than a towel. I was walking to the wardrobe when a loud noise interrupted my thoughts. Drawn by curiosity, I hurried to the door and opened it in time to see white eyes carrying something into her room. I frowned as I caught sight of something then shrugged before returning into my room.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
Indrik's PovHave you ever been in hell before? I don't think so. I haven't either but with what I am going through right now, I can say that I am about as close to hell on earth as anyone else. The smell of stale blood is harsh on my nose but even that fades into obscurity in the face of dried sweat that has turned my clothing into a sticky mess. And let's not even talk about human waste. I feel like a little infant who has been abandoned by his mother and has no idea what to do with himself. It seems to be night now because the rats that had showed a measure of respect were becoming bolder now and now marching all over like they were the lords of this domain. I had found myself having to kick my leg or throw an arm to stop a particularly bold one from chewing the skin off of my limbs. But then again, they really are the lords and I, the intruder. As if that was not enough, my body seems to have only now recalled the torture it had undergone earlier in the day and was now proceeding
Indrik's Pov"Blaire!" I repeated, my voice faint. "Indrik!" She called excitedly, the torch clattering to the ground as she reached through the bars and embraced me as well as she could. I did not return the awkward embrace as I was still wondering what she was doing here. The prisoners were not exactly helping matters either as they resorted to showing their displeasure by banging their fists on their prison doors. "Blaire!" I called again, confusion evident in my voice. "What are you doing here?" I asked unable to understand why she would be here. She would surely be in trouble if she was caught and it would not exactly help my case either. "How are you doing? My gosh! You smell horrible. Give me a minute, will you?" She avoided my questions as her words came out in a rush. She disentangled herself from me and groped around the floor for something. I soon discovered the something to be a key as she found it and inserted it into the keyhole and with a couple of turns pulled it op
Blaire's PovWalking away from the dungeon with all its filth and stench should have made me feel relieved but what I was feeling would probably be fittingly described as the direct opposite. Leaving left me feeling more awful than I had been before going. Seeing the unhealthy conditions that Indrik had to put up with made me feel sick to my stomach. Coming out from the underground cell, I was glad to find that my luck had held although I don't think I would have been scared if I had come out to find a circle of wolves. If they will, they could throw me in the dungeon as well. At least then, I would be able to be close to Indrik. Somewhere in the back of my mind though, a voice that wasn't clouded by my anger told me I would be more useful free than imprisoned. I shut the door silently and snuck out of the palace. For a moment, my eyes caught on the images from earlier and I blinked as the memories rushed in, fresh as when I first saw them. I blinked again as the images seemed to be
Luna's Pov"It is a beautiful day." That is the first thought that crossed my mind as I awakened to a choir of birds singing happily in the tree behind my window. Hearing their melody seemed to be reassuring me that everything would be alright. Nevermind that I had another nightmare most of which I could not recall although I could not forget the terror that coursed through my veins. I stretched my limbs to a satisfying chorus of cackles from my muscles and rose on to my knees as I turned toward the window which I had either left open or opened sometime in the middle of the night. I placed my elbows on the windowsill and my mind wandered as I watched the small hummingbirds Twitter as they leapt from flower to flower. Of course they were happy. Who wouldn't be when they had that much resources at their disposal? I on the other hand could not say as much for myself. I was still lost in thoughts when I heard a knock at the door. I got out of bed and waddled to the door. I rubbed my ey
Luna's Pov"What is she doing here?" Blaire scowled as soon as we arrived before them, her eyes glowing with anger as she did not even bother with trying to hide her displeasure. "Come on, B! Be nice, will you?" Jamil chastised softly but that word was obviously alien to her as her expression grew even darker. She turned her gaze to me as her eyes seemed to bore a hole right through me. "I warned you to stay away from me, didn't I?" Her voice was haughty in a way that reminded me of "The Haven." I inhaled sharply as I forced myself to take my eyes off her and focus on the ground before me. That drew my attention to the area as I found out it was a garden or something of the sort at least in the middle of which we were standing right now. Taking a peek at the door from which I had just come, I saw two patches of beautiful blooming plants that served as the pathway. These went round in a wide circle in the midst of which sat the tree and the benches. On further inspection, I saw that