Finally, when the torch lit up at the end of the room, I noticed a huge throne. A wolf head was carved on the head of the throne which looked quite similar to the black wolf that chased me here.
My blood ran cold when I saw a figure sitting on the throne. The figure’s face was covered with a big hood, casting silhouettes on its face. Long black cloak flowed over its shoulder, resting lazily on the thick blanket of dust on the ground. The throne was several feet above the ground and the cloak reached its bottom. The rest of the person’s body was covered with black fabric.
Even when sitting on the throne, the person was tall and towering and I wonder how tall they would be once they stand upright.
The person’s hands rested on the hand-rest of the throne while their hooded head was held high. Their figure had a royal aura to it. Moments pass by as I hold my breath and examine the figure that doesn’t move a bit. The person was still like a stone and after close inspection, I come to the conclusion that it’s a statue carved with such a precision that it looked real and lifelike.
It must be another statue of Arles. I am just thinking too much. I shrug and turn around to walk away. That’s when a thundering growl shakes the ground beneath me. I turn around to face the figure again and this time when I see it move. I feel my heart beat faster.
Now, a dangerous amount of power and energy was oozing off its figure and my logical part was screaming at me to run away but I didn’t because I don’t run where my logical part takes me. I run where my curiosity takes me. So, I fully turn around and look at the figure on the throne.
“Who are you?” A deep voice asks which I presume belongs to the person sitting on the throne. Their voice was strong and demanding. They seemed to be someone of a higher authority.
Looking at the figure, I felt very tempted to near it and lift the hood to see the face beneath the shadows but I contain myself from doing so. Still, I mentally devise a plan to do it later if I get any chance.
Instead of answering their question, I question them “Who are you?” My voice comes out stern and demanding as well. I want to know who this person is and what are they doing here in this part of the ruins. The power and scent coming off the person tell me that they are not a rogue but at the same time, they did not seem to belong from my pack.
A thundering growl rings throughout the room and the chandelier hanging above my head shivers under its effect. The torches lighting the room flickers making the room dimmer.
“How dare you step foot on my land and question me!” The person growls out loud and I see black smoke rising off their figure. This person was giving me a dangerous vibe that should make me run for my life but instead of that, I find myself stepping forward to look clearly in the dimmed light.
“Your land? No, no, no. Officially, this place belongs to River Red pack. Even though this place is useless and deserted, it doesn’t mean that you could-”
“How dare you stake claim on what’s mine!” The person’s growl cuts me and they stand up. My mouth hangs open when I see their full height. The person was really tall and relatively wide. The black cloak wavers at their feet as they slowly climb down the stars off their throne.
“Who are you?” I ask again unintentionally stepping back because I did not like the energy radiating off them. When they reach the bottom of the stairs they stop and I sigh internally. I could clearly see black smokes, no wait a minute! It’s not black smoke! It’s black fire! I haven’t seen something like this before. It looked out-worldly. If I were in a different situation then I’d go near and examine the smoke but at the moment, I felt nervous and a bit scared.
“Who am I?” They growl. I step back again, trying to put as much distance as possible.
“I am the immortal king of all wolves.” They roared and I see the chandelier and the tinted window glasses shiver under their voice. It was regal, sending a shiver down my spine and making me want to run in the opposite direction.
“I am the lone wolf. Arles.” Their thundering growl rings out throughout the whole room, making the whole building shiver. The thick layer of dust that coated the walls started falling off and I took this moment to turn around and run but as soon as I reached the door, it shut right on my face, trapping me in the room.
“Where are you going?” Arles growls behind me and I turn around to face him. His hooded figure stood tall, looking powerful and regal.
“What do you think? You can come and go as you please?” He continues, his voice getting deeper and animalistic. My mouth goes dry and I feel my stomach churn painfully. Small beads of sweat lines my forehead and my palms get sweaty.
“This is my land and you-“He points a finger at me as he continues “are trespassing.” I feel Oculus Reaper, my whip tighten around my arm. Its wraps around it like an oversized bracelet. I could use it if he tries to harm me.
“And I don’t let them slip easily who step foot on my land without my permission.” He growls. His warning hanging fresh in the air as it charges with tension.
Did I get myself in trouble?
Yes. I got myself in deep trouble this time.
-HER-“And I don’t let them slip easily who step foot on my land without my permission.” He growls. His warning hanging fresh in the air as it charges with tension.Did I get myself in trouble?Yes. I got myself in big trouble this time.I want to run and never turn back. I want to disappear.The way he spoke told me that he meant every word. Every single one of them.“What are you going to do?” I find myself asking and instantly I regret opening my mouth. I am already deep in trouble and here I go digging myself a grave deeper than I could ever manage to crawl out of.He lets out a short, chilling laugh before I see him tilting his head at a side as if studying me. I could feel his heated gaze on me which sends a shiver down my spine and for a moment I could swear that my blood stopped flowing.The tension in the air buzzed like electricity and the flames in the torches dimmed even more, darkening the room. I instinct
-HER-After dinner, I come straight to my room and lock myself into it as usual. Since finals are next month, I decide to study or rather torture myself.I pick up the bag from the floor and throw it on my bed before climbing on it myself. I open the chain and hold the bag upside down until everything has fallen on the bed and the bag is totally empty. I chose my English book to start off with.As soon as I open the book and try to read the first sentence, my head starts to ache.All the words pour out of the book and start to float in the air while some start to crawl around the mess on my bed like spiders. Everything seems jumbled, puzzled and the letters dance in front of my eyes, leaving their words, messing the sentences. They daunt me, they haunt me. They tease me because I can’t catch them and put them on right places so that they could make sense to me.The ’d’s and the ’b’s look so confusing. I can’t tell them apart. To me, the
-HER-When I reach school, I realize that I am early. So early that the Janitor hadn’t unlocked the doors of the main building yet.I sigh, my hot breath coming out as white smoke in this cold weather. I walk around the school premise and climb the small hill covered with tall pine trees situated just behind the school building. Since the pine trees cover most of the hill; it’s a good place one’d like to come when they don’t want to be seen by anybody.I trek the small hill and find that old fallen log on which I’ve sat countless times and watched the time pass. I come here often when I don’t feel like attending a class or when I get bullied by someone. It’s a secluded place and not many students dare to stroll this father into the pine trees because the snow could be light here and easily swallow a person.Since I have been coming here forever, I know where to step and where not to. One of the advantages of not being home most of the times i
-HER-Instead of going off, the intensity of the fire increases, surrounding me. I try to scream but no sound comes out of my mouth. I feel trapped and helpless.I think this is my end.I feel the energy drain off my body slowly, and black spots start to appear in my vision. My legs feel as if they’re made of jelly and soon, I collapse on the ground while the flames surrounding me rise higher.Suddenly, I hear screaming and footsteps. I see mom enter the kitchen, her eyes wide, terror clearly visible in them. What surprises me is that while she steps over the fire, nothing happens to her. As soon as her eyes landed on me, she comes rushing to me, kneeling by my side.“Andrew!” I hear her call for dad before I slip into a deep sleep. Am I going to be okay? Is this my end? If it is then I am happy because I don’t have to celebrate my 18th birthday and deal with not having a mate for a lifetime.~“She’s a hybrid.” I hear someo
-HER-Being so close to him, I feel so cold and scared. It’s as if he’s made of ice and the dangerous amount of energy oozing off him isn’t labelling him as friendly either.“Your first task is...” He trails off. Silence follows his words and only the haunting sound of the twists and turns of the wind against my window could be heard.“You have to come with me in order to know your first task.” He says and I could only shiver thinking of which hellhole he’d take me.“Now.” He snaps and I get up from my bed and walk into my closet to get my warmest jacket. I chose the one with black fur and ensure that Oculus Carver is wrapped securely around my arm so that I could use it whenever I am in need. I walk out of my closet to find him standing by my window.He stands tall, his hood is shadowing majority of his face. There’s this haunting and regal air about his presence that rakes my inside. It causes havoc to my senses and my mind seems to b
-HER-After several steps, I feel wet in my feet and soon, the sound of water echoes throughout the cave, reaching my ears and haunting me.Fvck!Since I cannot see anything due to the darkness in the cave, I decide to rely on my other senses. With slow steps, I move forward in the darkness while my hands are levitated in the air before me so that I could find a wall or anything that’d guide me through this darkness. My nose is up in the air, sniffing and trying to find any scent.I am constantly shivering due to the low temperature here. Outside seemed warmer than here. The cave is eerily silent. Only the water splashes due to my boots and the chattering of my teeth echoes throughout it with occasional sounds of my shaky breaths.“You’re going the wrong way.” A deep voice resonates throughout the cave and I jump back in surprise and shock. Did I really head someone speak or am I wondering voices? I shake my head and take a deep breath
-HER-Without thinking next, I jump right into the green water. The freezing cold water hits me like a wrecking ball, knocking all the breath out of me. The torch in my hand sizzles as the water eats the fire, drowning me and the whole place in darkness.A roar echoes throughout the cave, making my bones shiver as if the cold water itself wasn’t enough. I pump my legs through the dense water and sense commotion right behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to confirm its presence. I could simply feel it. The tremendous amount of power surging over me through the water and the stale smell that arose from it is enough to call my attention.I pump my legs in the dense and cold water as fast as I can. Since I didn’t get the chance to fill my lungs with sufficient air, they’re screaming at me to feed them some air or my body will be shut down. But I couldn’t afford to mend their needs. Either way, my life is in danger.I swim through the lake and
-HER-A deafening roar rings throughout the caves before I feel the basilisk near me. With all my might, I step forward and whip my whip. I feel it hit the roaring basilisk and instantly its roar of victory converts into a cry of pain.A small smile stretches over my lips before I step forward and start to whip my whip without any halt and mercy. I could feel it back off and try to dodge my whip but I am experienced with this weapon. It’s like a part of me, I know where am I striking.One after another its cries of pains echo throughout the cave before I hear it disappear under the water with a loud splash. I stop whipping and listen intently for its whereabouts. I cannot risk opening my eyes because it could emerge out of nowhere. The sound of my harsh breaths resonates in the cave and my heart drums in my chest.Adrenaline is rushing in my veins along my blood and the undertone of my chattering teeth due to the coldness accompanies the meek