I stared at the man standing before me with fear written all over me, I could feel sweat breaking through my skin, my body scrolling at our closeness to each other, he paid no attention to his sister, his eyes digging deep into my soul as if searching for the truth. I knew nothing of my family’s business, yes I was aware of their schedule and guests it has something to do with the missing female wolves but I had nothing tangible to back that theory of mine. He walks closer to me taking his hands away from the little girl, she stares at me with a look more like
“‘he is your problem now”’ and runs away Before I could utter another word, I heard the thundering sound of the door closing and engulfing just me and this man. What was I to say to him, that I was innocent? Who will believe me? How can I believe when I am a copper, no one outside my clan knew of me, yes they knew of Ciranda, my father had him tack along to every meeting he attended, every deal shared, and every friendship pack. He was known all over the supernatural realm. Very few remember he came with a twin at birth.
“‘Little wolf are you scared of me?”’ Mckenny golden inch closer reducing the gap between us. A silly question, wasn't the sweat on my face evident enough he was scaring the skeleton out of my body? I could not move backward as I had reached the end of the room without realizing it. A wide grin on his face, he looked even more gorgeous with evil.
“‘Weent you told you are not allowed to think of such with your mate around?”’ I do not understand what he meant, what, mate? He wasn't my mate, but I wouldn't mind having him for a night if he agreed.
“‘I don’t mind too”’
“‘What did you say? What are you talking about”’ my fist ended up in his chest and I forgot they were meant to push him away from me. His smooth body was everything, his broad chest and shoulder felt so good under the touch of my palms. This wasn't me, something was wrong with me.
I have been with men and I have seen men but not for once have I been obsessed with a man as I was with the stading right before me. I wanted every inch of him. He wasn't my mate, was he? I try clearing my head of such thoughts but the harder it hits back. I had no control over my body and its actions, my hands traveled from his chest down to his waist. It was smooth, I traced a line around it.
“‘Shit, your heating” his wounds sounded like an echo. I felt more like I was miles away from him yet so close. I reached out for his golden hair, soft and silky, I have only ever had the opportunity to brush my hands through my own hair and it was not a good feeling as I barely washed it clean with just water.
His hair felt so good, I could play with it all day and still not get tired. He sweeps me off my feet and places me on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. He was gone, but the memories stayed with me. His touch, his smile, his body. My body grew hot and sweaty, I could explain what was happening to me, but in less than a few minutes he was back and scooped me into his arms again, how strong was he? I know he can carry me all day and I won't touch the floor. He gently lowered my body into the bathing tub which was covered in ice water, it became hot in barely just seconds. What was happening to me?
“‘Seranda, you have to clear your mind, your heating, and since it is your first it will hurt in a while. Hold me tight okay”’ I thought he was joking but then came the wave of pain, it felt like a million daggers had been punched into my heart at once. How was he so aware of all this and I knew nothing about it? No one ever told me about this, what in the name of the moon goddess is heating?
We stared in the same position for what seemed like ages, the pain was immense, I had never felt anything like it before, I felt my bones cracking, but it was more like they grew and gave way to something. I saw a tail, yes I tail. White and my hands were now paws, red at the send with black dots decorating it. “‘Wow”’ he exclaimed, his eyes holding something in them, he looked at me more like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.
“‘Would you want to see how you look?”’ he asks and I simply reply with a nod. I was dying to see what my wolf form was. I have seen my mother and father turn a couple of times but they looked anything but cute, my mom has grey fur, with blackshot eyes, she looked more like a demon when she transformed and so did my father. He carried me yet again but this time in a big towel, my body, or rather my fur was covered and drenched with water. He dried me with the towel. He still looked cute. I couldn't feel the pain, it was gone but I still found him cute and attractive. If he were to be a meal I would eat his without hesitation.
“‘You really need to stop thinking about such, I can barely contain myself”’ his voice was stern but friendly, and I knew he was not joking. Mcekney carried me out of the bathroom and we walked back to the bedroom, he gently put me down on my four and turned and drew the curtains. His room was covered in mirrors, and the walls shined brightly and beautifully. I looked so pretty nothing like my parents. White fur with red eyes, I appear to be a fox than a wolf.
‘’You’re beautiful”
Unknown Pov. It's been a week since the massive death that swept across the land of Limfieya. Friends and loved ones came from far and near to mourn with them, but like everything, it came to an end. Chimere sits in the prince’s room opposite hers gently rocking the baby to sleep. He has been nothing but a good boy. She felt he understood the situation. Chimere sings for him as he drifts off to sleep. Evera, the newly appointed lady in waiting for Chimere and caretaker of the baby walks in calmly trying hard not to wake the sleeping baby. “What?” Chimere asked not to take her eyes off the baby. “the elders…. they want to see you” Evera announced, squatting down and taking the baby off her mistress’s hands. “I will take care of him,” she assures Chimere, who places a soft kiss on his forehead before walking off. The castle has not been the same without everyone. the rooms were suddenly so empty for her liking, her parent's room was locked and she dared not go in. Chimere walks to
Unknown Pov. Everything they had accomplished came flashing. from the time they first met, to the times they had to stay away from each other. a sad smile crept on Seranda’s face at the thought of their daughter. Chimere will have to stay alone, she will have to move on to be the very best leader the people could ever ask for. Seranda could only watch her mate wallow in pain and heartache as his life slipped away from his grip. She painfully crawled towards him, taking his hands in hers. “I am here” was all she mouthed before another mouthful of blood came coughing its way out. her life was gradually falling away and there was nothing she could do. Laurana lay on the side of Ciranda waiting for death to come, her mate was dead and Seranda knew just how painful it felt because she was watching hers severely right before her with no words. Mckenny couldn't open his bloodshot eyes, the pain was too much to handle. every part of him was threatened like melting lava, he could feel hi
Unknown Pov. Chimere stood by the railing, her eyes not peeling off from the direction of her parents. The elders kept bringing up ideas but she could not bring herself to stay focused with them. Time was ticking rather slowly and no matter how many times she looked, the soldiers were still on standby which was a thing of relief but also the worst possible anxiety. Chimere has tried every other way to get out to the hold of the Elders to no avail. Elder Morgan was rather joyous over her decision to ride on and meet her parents but Elder Fern wasn't in support. He couldn't bring himself to watch the old heir to the throne ride on to her possible death. “We can't go after them,” elder Fern kept repeating. The castle was on lockdown. The death of his daughter had been all he needed to know what path to be on. Morgan has always been selfish and deep down he could see the friend in him was long gone and lost.“Let the princess go, her presence could change so much for us,” Elder Morga
Unknown pov. Mckenny and Greggory led the men while Seranda was stationed behind them. Mckenny couldn't afford to have his mate take the first arrow. Cirenda stood alone, waiting on them. This was weird. “Caution,” Mckenny’s voice echoes. Ciranda has always been the type to play sneaky behind their backs and he was not going to walk into a well-thought-out plan. Mckenny took the lead with Seranda while Greg waited with their men. Mckenny took his human form holding tight to the hands of his mate. “Let me talk to him... I don't know what I am hoping for but I pray to the goddess he listens” Mckenny nodded, giving her hand a little squeak. “Whatever outcome, you will always have me” The couple walks up closer to the man standing in black like a funeral processor. his eyes carried no sense of feeling, he was rather so fragile than the last time they had met, Seranda could not bring herself to not worry. Cirenda had his head on the ground casually kicking rocks like they were kids a
Unknown Pov. Laurana couldn't bring herself to sleep, not when the night was old and weary. The cold breeze blows through her skin, making her body shiver in discomfort. Tonight was different from every other night, she could feel the rumbling danger suspended on the horizon, and she could feel the pain held from within. “Can you hear me?” she asked, staring at the dazzling moon, her eyes filled with unspoken words and emotions. He was close yet so far. her hands graze over her baby bump. “I do not know what the future holds for us.. but I am certain you will live a great life and be well loved.” her silent prayers for the wellbeing of her baby and his big cousin went straight into the listening ears of the smiling moon. The first wolwl of the morning came from a distance but it did not bring peace to her soul. Laurana watched the dark give way to light on her balcony over a glass of water and some sweets. “Laura..” a voice came from outside. she could tell it was the Queen even
Unknown Pov. Laurana held on tight to her baby bump. She would rather be banished than have to tell who the father of her baby was. “I can” Laurana speaks up, her voice barely audible. Chimere could feel her pain, her fears were the same. “What right do they have to ask such questions huh? I am the mother and only I decide who gets to know about the lineage of my baby and who not to tell. don't overstep your boundary” “We do not take that away from you Laurana” Elder Morgan replied. “For the safety of the land and everyone, is it only right that you tell us who the father of your baby is? we can't have another abomination waiting to happen when it could have been avoided before birth?” Laurana couldn't hold back her laugh. her hand caressing her baby protectively. This was out of love, she would do anything to have him again and even if she is on her deathbed she would change nothing of their encounters. “an abomination?” Laurana scoffs. “My child who has not seen the world is