«SEVEN YEARS EARLIER»
The timberland was dusky, gloaming with only but the moonlight as guard but with their vision as sharp, they wandered deeper into the thick, barren forest while the fierce wind of the night brushed against their flushed cheeks.
The twigs were crunching under their hurried feet, reeling their heads once in a while in panic, hearing the sound of their pursuers.
With an aghast gasp, they fastened their pace, the smell of rotten woods and skunk weed was nearly repulsing while the sound of yowls followed behind them and the night cricket led their way.
A sudden cry yelped out from the heavy woman's lips as she supported her heavy stomach with her left hand while the other went to her lower back. She shook her head as her mate rushed back to her side. "No, you have to continue without me!" She hissed at the unbearable pain in her abdomen, she could feel the infant in her womb pressing. Her legs felt sore, her back ached, her breathings were labored while her pregnant stomach hoisted her down.
Dread rose in the husband's chest, reeling his head back and the faint yet closing in of paws hitting the ground reached his sensitive ears. He stared at his mate, making herself comfortable on the ground, her legs widely parted as she couldn't move anymore. He tried supporting her back on her feet but only got a whine of protest. "We need to keep moving, they are closing in on us!" His panicked filled voice rose in alarm.
The lime green, gloomy eyes of the woman met her husband's, her eyes suddenly being filled with unshed tears. She averted her gaze and glanced back, the sound of yowling and rushing paws got closer and closer. Her head instantly snapped back to her distressed mate, the tears glimmering in her green eyes. "Go!" She shoved him, making him stumble but kept his balance. "Please, go!" She pleaded, the tears now streaming down her face.
The man with his light faded grey orbs stared down at his mate with horror. "You do not mean that Yarkona, may the goddess forbid that I leave you behind!"
Yarkona stared up at her mate unbelievingly. "Goddess? If we had a goddess, we won't be in this situation. Don't you dare mention your goddess in front of me!" She suddenly yelled, her chest elevating up and down in hostility, pure rage. Her green orbs shed more tears, her long black hair scattering everywhere on her shoulders. "She favors only those she deemed righteous and we are not among the short list"
The man nodded, not wanting to anger her any further as he could feel the agonizing sensation that rushed through him from the mate mark. He went forward to help her up on her feet again, fear adding an extra layer in his stomach as he could hear them getting close but Yarkona shook her head, she feared she would lose her baby if she moved any further.
But soon, horror finally struck them as dark black creatures emerged from the woods, walking on their four as they surrounded the terrified couple.
Yarkona gasped aloud, staring at the wolves that circled her and her mate. She flinched at their eyes glowed in the dark, the way their fangs stuck out from their mouths, the way their sharp paws and claws dug on the dry ground of the forest, and the way their tongues licked over their mouths, staring at them like the predators that they were. Yarkona tightened her grip around her mate, burying her face on his chest, realizing they were caught because of her.
Seconds later, a much larger wolf emerged from their wolves, staring at the couple with an evil glint in his piercing red eyes as he ran his poisonous tongue over his fangs and just feet away from the couple, he stopped and cracking of bones followed.
A loud groan left the wolf's mouth as his paws, claws, and furs vanished into his skin, and there that once stood a mighty wolf was a 6ft man in nothing but black pants and a naked upper body.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stared down at his preys. "Did you think you would run far?" His thick voice was taunting, mocking while his ebony orbs held nothing but evil and misdeed.
"Let my mate go, she's not part of what I was accused of, Beta Quade." the man held his mate in his arms, he could feel her trembling.
The dark eyes of Beta Quade eyed them over, his jaw clenching. "The Alpha declared to bring you back alive or dead, your mate included. Will you get your asses up or will I have to drag your dead bodies back, your choice," his empty voice declared while his harsh ebony eyes stared down at them with aversion.
"I will not allow you to bring us back to be killed, over my dead bo-" before his words could be completed, his back was slammed on a tree while Beta Quade's fingers were tightly around his neck.
"No!" Yarkona screamed, watching the way the Beta's sharp fingers were digging into the neck of her mate. "Please, don't hurt him. We'll return with you, Beta Quade!" The heavy woman pleaded, helplessness in her voice as she noticed the way her mate was losing blood.
With a growl, the beta flipped the helpless wolf on the floor, spatting over his body. "Bring them back, the Alpha will take out his judgment on their despicable souls"
To be continued...!
Her eyes fluttered opened as the juggling sound of keys reached her ears as she stirred awake in time to watch as a few guards walked into the cell she shared with her husband.“What’s going on?” Her broken voice called out, watching as the guards approached her sleeping mate and kicked him on the rib, waking him up as he groaned out in pain.Ignoring her questions, the guards hooked their hands on her mate’s arms and carried him out from the cell.“Hey, what are you doing?!” She stumbled up on her feet but landed up falling back on the wall as a cry escaped her mouth, supporting her stomach with both her hands and stared as two other guards walked up to her. “Please, what’s going on. Where are they taking my mate?” Her pleading voice inquired.“To the arena, you were given the front ticket to watch”Yarkona’
“Stop, please stop!” An unbearable exclamation erupted out of her throat. Yarkona shrieked, puffing as she supported her back with both her hands. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this!” She screeched, stretching her back on a tree. With lachrymose eyes, she stared up at the murky sky with only but the moonlight brightening, almost glaring. So vast, so intense, Yarkona could almost feel it heckling her, fueling more resentment and bitterness inside of her chest as her sniveling gaze lingered on the moon.“You better be watching, am going to make them all pay…” Another loud cry relinquished her throat, staved off her widened eyes over to her savior, Xenia, a sparkling redhead. “I think he’s coming!”“Now!?” Xenia panicked, her grey eyes expanding as she wheeled on her feet, the withered leaves of the soil scraping below her feet. But as she stared around, she was met w
«Two Years Later»Like an ordinary commoner, she ambled through the packhouse of the White Claw Pack like it was her home, carrying a silver tray with two golden chalices filled with wines. With an abrupt turn, she steered towards the main hall, her shady brown orbs stared ahead, filled with a twinkle of enthusiasm and a little spark of evil.When the doors opened, she didn’t balk as she strolled in and was met with loud energetic laughter coming from a group of people standing in the middle of the enormous hall. A tiny smile crept to her face as she saw a tiny boy crawling at the feet of his mother, tugging on her jean. She averted her gaze to a couple standing on the opposite side, a newborn baby spread out in the woman’s arms. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she went to stand beside a fellow servant at the corner and watched, counting every second that passed, the clock tickling along with her plan.
Present Time..."Hurry up!!" A high-pitched tone nearly squealed in aggravation, finally coming to a stop beside a large tree. Reeling her head to the rushing sound of leaves and footsteps, she sighed, spotting her best friend from a rather far distance, blundering with a large basket of herb hanging over her shoulders.A tiny giggle erupted from her throat as she could hear the grumbling sound of her friend's demurral."Are you going to hurry up or not, am leaving you behind!" She yelled out, not bothering to secrete her smile while kneading her palms on her large brown trousers and a considerable cherubic shirt that was tucked into her pants while her legs were covered with a pair of worn-out raven boots."Well, I'm apologetic your highness, am the one carrying this bloody basket here!" A sarcastic voice retorted, lividity almost evident in her voice.With a sigh, Gwen rested her body
Gwen dragged her feet on the ground of the forest...It all started from the pit of her stomach as she hugged her arms around her stomach and slowly, it circulated to her heart and slowly she drowned.It felt like she had fallen into a cactus, and her heart had been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. Its sting, it throbbed, it ached at first but now it felt like she had gone numb. She wasn't bleeding but she felt like blood would come gushing out from her chest. Why did it hurt so bad?"Goddess, why is he so heavy?!" Odessa panted and sweated from behind, carrying the unconscious person over her back as they finally reached their destination, in front of a large treehouse.Gwen halted, staring up as the ray of the evening sun lit up and comfortably nestled in a small treehouse. It was a cube with a star-shaped window on the walls and a broken and rotted rope ladder suspended in midair above the branches.
An agonizing moan left his lips as he sluggishly regained consciousness. Slowly, his eyes fluttered opened but were welcomed with a blurred sight that cleared after a few blinks and he found himself staring at the trees that blocked the ray of sunlight from penetrating through his vision. He almost thought he was dead but the soft chirping of the birds, rustling of leaves was a reminder and the awful sting on both sides of his ribs brought him back to reality.He groaned again as a sharp pain shot through him from his injuries and a heavy throb from his head. He suddenly felt his vision spinning while he believed was because of the silver he was injured with.Wanting to bring his hand up to his forehead, a light gasp vacated his lips when he realized he couldn't move, his body was incapacitated, he couldn't shift a single muscle.He shut and opened his eyes, trying not to unnerve. What had happened to him after he has passed out because
Gwen disregarded the enthusiastic stare that permeated through her face as she changed his plaster and wrapped his wounds with a new bandage. She tried not to gleam at his intense gaze, she could vouch he hadn't looked away from her face since he woke up. She tried to ignore it but she couldn't help it when she glanced up and her breath instantly hooked as she found herself entangled in a pair of midnight blue orbs that made her heart hop a beat. She found herself enmeshed, unable to look away, sniffing his lemony and musky scene but when the other unpleasant scent reached her sense of smell, she immediately looked away realizing he could never be hers, not anymore. He already had a mate that he seemed to love more than his destined.Suddenly her mouth turned sour and her heart ached as reality hammered her to the ground. She moved away after helping him rest his back against a tree. She distanced herself."I will make you something th
Gwen strode out from the corner that was the little kitchen with a bowl of hot-raging spaghetti. She headed towards the portable round table where Gwen and her mate crouched on the small stools. He was robust enough to climb up the ladder after the silver quit taking effect.Gwen lay the bowl down in the middle of the round table and filled their plates with food before sitting beside Odessa, wanting to stay away from her mate as far as possible."This is all we have, hope you aren't royalty" Gwen addressed without glancing at him.He peered at his mate. "You have never asked for my name and it has been days since I regained consciousness "Gwen sough. "what's the point anyway, you will leave as soon as you heal properly, we will reject each other and we will never meet again""Rejection kills our wolves"In outrage, Gwen slammed her plate on the table and her fierce eyes met his. "If you cared, you would have never mated with another. Did you ever think of me before you dug your fang