FOUR DAYS BEFORE THE COMBAT
Cynthia felt her guts tighten as she came face to face with the door of her family house. She heaved loudly and steadied her breath. She had run a long distance from the forest to her former home which was on the outskirts of the Pack because everyone was scared of what her family would do if they got unleashed. It was a little riverside home that her father inherited from his mother back when they had to run to safety in hard times when fights were taking place around the Pack.
When her body wasn't palpitating from adrenaline anymore, she placed her hand on the doorknob and opened the house. It was quiet, but they were all present, and alive. She felt her eyes water up as they all looked up at her with hungry and angry eyes. Her once affectionate mother growled angrily at her. Cynthia couldn't recognize her anymore. Her once soft eyes were darkened now, filled with dread and hunger for homicide.
"Mama..." Cynthia gasped quietly as she leaned back on the door, shutting it close. She let the tears run down her cheeks as she stared at them with pity. Her two brothers- who were just little innocent babies the last time she held them in her arms- were now full-grown men that growled and howled for human blood and flesh every single day.
"Kendrick, Scott." She whispered, turning her gaze to them but they barely even looked her way. There was not even a chance that they would remember their names after they heal from the hex.
She wiped away her tears and tied her shoulder-length blonde hair with a pen. She removed one of her many ear piercings and carefully made a hole on the frame of both glasses. She placed them both on the chain and when they came in contact with each other, they produced a bright yellow light. She squinted as she got up to her feet and walked towards her mother, who was the closest to her. She needed her mother more than anything now.
She took in a breath before she placed the chain on a stick and lunged it towards her mother. She hung the chain quietly around her neck to avoid her from tearing it off with her incredibly strong bite which was about a hundred times worse than that of a normal werewolf. A hexed wolf was even more dangerous than a vampire.
Cynthia brought out the clay pot from her pocket where she kept them so they'll not fall out. She took a few steps forward but kept a reasonable distance between them before she emptied the powder on her mother, which made her release a deafening growl. Taken aback, Cynthia rushed towards the door for safety as her mother writhed and cried in pain.
"Mama!" She yelled as her mother finally gave up. She dropped lifelessly on the wall that was supporting her from behind as blood-like foam started pouring out of her mouth and nose. "Oh my God." She shrieked in horror, covering her mouth with both hands.
She convulsed violently and gagged out a little more blood before she opened her eyes. Her real eyes.
"Mama?" Cynthia said incredulously. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her heart filled with so much light as she rushed towards her and quickly unlocked all the heavy locks that tied her.
Cynthia gave her mother the most bone-crushing bear hug she could offer. She held her so tight that she could feel the pulse of her mother on hers. This gave her more joy than anything ever could, not even her mate, Logan. She traded her loyalty in exchange for her family, and that is alright. It was her family. The only ones she would ever have.
"Cynthia..." her mother croaked. "What's going on? Why does the house smell like this?" She asked getting up from the floor.
"Mama, calm down. I'm going to get you hot water and some food and fresh clothes. Just wait here okay? Please don't go anywhere Mama, I'll get you all you need." Cynthia said, giving her one last hug.
But she lied. She was going to get a cure for the rest of her family. Her brothers and her father. She missed them so much. She was going to make them healthy once again and protect them against the ugly sides of living with a Pack. She was going to keep them in that house for as long as it takes for her to be Luna.
She got up and headed towards the door. When she got out, she was surprised to see the sun was just rising. She spent her entire night taking a walk through the forest of Lichen Pack, which resulted in one of the most terrifying yet best days of her life.
She got to the Pack, which was a fifteen minutes walking distance away from her riverside home. She was going to renovate the house by herself and make it more comfortable for them. There wouldn't be heat anymore, she would buy them a luxury air conditioner. There would be no more mosquitoes or insects. She would build them a modern anti-insect fence around the house.
She would give them the world.
"Cynthia." She heard Logan say behind her and her heart dropped all the way to her toes.
"Logan."
"Where are you going?" He asked, trying to pull her close to him but she resisted. He was going to smell the blood on her and something would be fishy. She couldn't risk it now. Not after pledging her loyalty to Kevin. Her family was her top priority now.
"I'll meet you later at your chambers sugar cone." She asked backing away into the crowd and she blew him a kiss which he caught immediately and pressed to his chest. The once dry-ice cold Logan was now lovesick.
She got up to Kevin's chambers through the back door where nobody uses and met him making out with the black cat witch. How he got her past the wolves would always be a mystery to her.
"You can continue what the hell you are doing now later. I need you to give me the rest of the charm and tell me what do, Kevin." She said, startling them.
"Geez, don't know what knocking courtesy means?" He said, pulling his pants back onto his waist. The witch got off him and wiped the red lipstick that was smudged all over his face with her fingers.
"I need you to tell me now. I don't have the time."
"Not so fast spitfire, I am not giving you anything until after the work is done," Kevin said getting off the bed. He got up to his drawer and unlocked it with a key. He brought out a little ziplock nylon and tossed it over to her.
"This is wolf born. You will mix it on the eve of the combat in his drink and you would not tell a single soul about this. Either that or you don't get the charms."
Cynthia sucked in a deep breath. This would be hard, but not impossible. It would be for her family, and she would do far more than this for them.
"We have a deal..."
Celia watched as her master, Logan kept wincing and writhing in pain. He has been like that for the past few days. She had kept him in her house. Due to the amount of wolfbane he had taken in, it made it hard for his outer wounds to heal as fast as a werewolf’s wound normally does. Her master has now been declared wanted by Alpha Morris, his father. Losing the combat was not something everyone expected. Logan is known for his power to destroy a herd of hefty werewolves, and just like that, he lost the most important combat of his life. The Lichen pack has turned into a mockery which was a disgrace to Alpha Morris, as a leader and also a father. He was deeply disappointed and angry with him. But when his other son, Kevin stepped into the ring and defeated the rest of the werewolves, Alpha Morris knew that he h
“Why are you treating a traitor with sympathy?” The Alpha voice thundered, his voice reverberating through the walls of the house. Logan lifted his eyes to meet that of his angry father. He lost his voice as he watched his father approach them. He had never seen his father that angry before and he doesn’t like the fact that he is the reason for his father’s anger. The Alpha flung him away from the embrace of his mother, making him hit his head in the process. The wound bled with full force, wetting the entire band that held it in place. He writhed in pain. “You see the coward you call a son. Can you see how he winced and writhed in pain like a lady?” His father queried while the Luna sobbed more into her hands. “If I had known that you were going to tu
The week lasted him forever.The nightfall weather in the Lichen pack was extremely beautiful in the late hour. The light waves of breeze prickled Logan’s skin as he walked down back to the log cabin.He was used to living in a small house with only Celia as his companion. She would come to him in the morning and help him with his needs. The fire was dying in the fireplace and the glowing embers barely lit up the small room. The wind howled; the snowstorm was raging outside the small building, Logan couldn't help but to admit how much he hated it.The room warmer wasn't even helping him to get warm. "Maybe having a bigger one might help better." He thought, pulling the blanket more.He sipped the cup of coffee he had made, he is getting so cozy in the house and now
“Celia,” Logan said softly from a distance. He found her crouching down on a pent-up pile of dead leaves. The sun shone brightly as it was just a bit past noon, but the forest remained dark. It was always dark. Someone said it was the fact that the witches lived in there and planted some spell that protected them from the harsh weather, and others believed it was their God that protected it. Whoever God is.“Master.” She exclaimed, getting up from her position. She straightened her posture and put the ax she brought over her shoulder.“You should go back home, Celia. I’ll be alright, I promise.” He said, but she didn’t budge.“I told you it was my duty to serve you, Sir. You are the only master I would e
Cynthia felt a deep empty hole in the pit of her stomach. She felt restless every night and morning when she would wake up without her former mate on the side of the bed, cuddling her and giving her hard deep thrusts until she couldn’t feel her guts anymore. Logan did things to her nobody could ever do, and she missed him. She loved him. He gave her joy. But seeing her family get better by the passing day, gave her even more joy. When she undid the hex on her father and brothers; as Kevin had promised, she felt the absolute peak of happiness someone could possibly ever reach. She had never felt more content and ecstatic and emotional about anything like this. She hugged them so tight that they had to beg to be peeled away from her. “Dad, Kendrick, Scott.” She looked at them with uncontrollable tears pouring o
“Why the hell did you hex my family?” Cynthia thundered as she kicked down the already loose wooden door of Logan’s log cabin, making him and Celia jolt up from their positions. Celia was cleaning up his wounds for the last time since it was healing perfectly and there was no sign of infection. He had adjusted to eating their low-quality foods and their water that wasn’t as clean as the one he used to take back in the Palace. He was slowly adapting to being an Omega- not just by name but by nature and physique. “What the hell is wrong with you Cynthia?” He yelled back as he grabbed the half-tied bandage away from Celia and motioned for her to excuse them. She muttered a silent okay before she did as she was told. “What do you mean by what the hell is
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