EMALI expect Father to say something, probably stop the herald from saying anything more about the special request. After all, it is so obvious the Luna staged this. My eyes plead to him, but he shakes his head silently. What was I thinking? We are celebrating the Luna's birthday which gives her such right to call the shots. I just know she wants me dead. She hates me so much.The herald’s voice barely fades before the ground itself seems to hum.A heavy clang echoes through the air as the massive dueling gates creak open. A figure steps out—no, emerges, like a shadow born of war itself.Valerys Winthrope.The crowd draws a collective breath as he appears, and I swear the temperature drops.He's massive—easily thrice my width, and at least a twice taller. His muscles bunch and flex beneath scarred, inked skin that tells stories of every fight he’s ever won. A black tattoo coils around one arm, making him look all the more scary. His eyes are void of mercy, a pale, grey that seem to
EMAL«“What’s wrong? Has he gone crazy?”»«He’s going to end someone at this rate.»Many people are full of concern with fear on their faces as I charge wild, primal and uncontrolled in my wolf. I don't know how to stop it.I've never had to control this part of me before.The primal side of my being surges, making me overwhelmed. I tear through the courtyard, eyes wild, claws digging into the stone before I leap past the dueling grounds, past the walls, out into the open forest that borders the packlands.My father and Master Aldrien end the event without delay. The last howl I let out had already left some spectators injured...tossed backward, stunned, bleeding from their ears. But I don’t look back.I can’t.I’m not me anymore.The forest welcomes me. Branches slap against me, the wind roars in my ears, but nothing slows me. My legs move with blinding speed. I don’t even know what I’m running toward. I just run.“Chase after him,” Father commands behind me.My older siblings shift
EMAL“Who is that girl to you, Emal?” Father asks, his gaze fixed on me with that signature sharpness that always cuts too deep.The throne hall is empty now, except for the three of us; him, Master Aldrien, and me. Everyone else was dismissed the moment he made his declaration. But I know this isn’t over. Not really.I glance at Master Aldrien but his presence here means this conversation was probably planned.“Who do you mean?” I ask, though the name echoes loud and clear in my mind.“Don’t play games with me, boy,” Father snaps calmly in that unsettling, dangerous way of his. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”I stay silent.I won’t give her name to him. Not when I still don’t know where we stand. Not when I know what he ordered Blake. What he allowed. I can't do well to think everything is going to end well if I give him Lilly's name. I ha e to talk to her myself first before knowing what next.It’s Master Aldrien who breaks the silence. “Her name is Lilly.”Father’s brow c
MATILDA We barely make it five steps out of the throne hall when Father dismisses us before a guard appears, bowing low. “The Luna requests your presence, immediately.”The guard's tone and gestures as he says it indicates that she wants us all—four of us, excluding Emal. Of course she does.She didn’t even step into the throne room earlier despite that Father instructed a messenger to beckon on her. She claimed the moment Emal transformed had ‘overwhelmed her heart’—whatever that means. But I saw the glint in her eyes as she clutched her chest back at the courtyard. It was no breakdown. Just a carefully timed performance to avoid what she already suspected would unfold in that throne hall.She knew it wouldn’t end in her favor.Darius walks ahead, flanked by Shawl and Xander. I trail behind the three of them, as always, like the forgotten whisper in a roaring storm. But I don’t mind. I’ve grown used to being overlooked by them.Sometimes, being invisible is power.When we reach her
EMALMy feet move on instinct, every step fuelled by dread and desperation.She’s not at home. I know that without a doubt. Lilly wouldn’t go back to that house after what happened. Not when she’s still shaking from what she unleashed. That kind of power… it does something to the mind. And to the heart. Especially to someone like her.Oh heavens, she's fucking human. Well...maybe not. I need to find out who exactly she is, and what.The first place I check is the restaurant. It's dim and quiet, almost eerie without her voice ringing through the kitchen or her scent lingering around. The only presence I sense is Old Fogey’s, washing glasses with his usual huffing and puffing.I don’t ask. I don’t need to. She’s not here.I already know where she is.The hut. Our little hideout which is just far enough to be forgotten by the pack but close enough to sneak away when the world became too much. It is our place. The one place where titles doesn’t matter. Where she isn’t a lone human girl a
LILLYEmal's presence in this kind of situation is nothing but a soothing balm to me. For the first time since our friendship, he is the one doing the consoling and motivating, not the other way round.Back at the werewolf castle when Emal was almost dropped dead by that big beast-looking man, I couldn't take it anymore and screamed on instinct. Never did I expect such a thing to happen thereafter when my hairpin fell. My hair? No! It had never grown out to such length. I panicked. What was happening?I couldn't stand the way people stared at me like I was some sort of bad omen or monster, thus; I made a run for it. Ever since I took solace in the mini hut, several questions ran through my mind. What happened back at the wolf castle? What am I? There is no record in history that says such ever happened to a human. The whole scenario continuously replay in my mind, making me doubt myself more.Why does grandma sing it to me not to ever associate with werewolves? Why does she insist I
LILLYI tighten my grip around Emal's fingers as we approach the castle. I can't hide my anxiety as we proceed.Crossing the castle gates which seems to be made of iron, the guards bow their head low as Emal pass. He only nods at them, without a word. I keep my head slightly down, but I can still feel the curious, assessing and suspicious gazes on me. I squeeze his hand harder. “I don’t think I can do this…”He pauses, glancing down at me. “You’re not doing this alone,” he says. “I’m here.”Something about the way he says those words, ‘I’m here’, roots me. I take a slow breath, nodding, and let him lead me further inside.The castle is just as intimidating as I remember it from the day of the event which was the first day I stepped in. The dark huge walls, endless hallways, tapestries of wolves and battle scenes were all the same. Everything about this castle reeks of power and danger.“Where are we going?” I ask as we walk, barely managing to keep pace with him.“To the throne hall,
LILLY The Alpha’s eyes burn with rage as he stands tall, watching us. Emal don't seem to be scared of him at all while I begin to shiver all over. The way the Alpha now looks at us now is really not understandable to me. Just because of what Emal said? I don't understand what's going on anymore, neither do I under the reason for his sudden rage. He looks like an angry mother hen triggered be cause of her missing chick. “Guards!” he barks. “Hold her down!” I barely have time to react before armored footsteps thunder around us. Panic claws up my throat as four guards close in with grim expressions. “Don’t touch her!” Emal growls, loudly in the way he did at the birthday party before he shifted into his wolf. His hand tightens around mine protectively, and something in his stance changes. “Stand down, Emal!” the Alpha warns. “This is just a test. I need to know who she is. Nothing more!” But Emal doesn’t believe him. I can feel it in the way his body tenses, hear it in his breat
LILLYAt my words, she falters for a moment, clearly not expecting that kind of response. Good.But I couldn't care less.I’m not some weakling she can toss words at like daggers and expect me to flinch. She might be the revered Luna to the rest of them, but not to me. I’m not one of their kind, and I don’t see any reason to bend for a title that holds no weight in my world.Thinking about it now, Granny was right. Getting involved with royal werewolves? Trouble wrapped in fur and fangs.The Luna steps closer, her voice colder than before. “You will learn to show some respect.”I don’t flinch. I meet her gaze head-on, a half-smile tugging at my lips. “I’d say the same to you, but I doubt it would stick.”The more I recall how traumatized Emal is by his family, by them all, including his supposed mother,, the more I feel nothing but anger with her up close presence.Her eyes narrow into dangerous slits. Then, without warning...Smack! Her palm crashes across my face. The sting blossoms
LILLYPain tears through my body, coupled with a mild splitting headache, as I slowly open my eyes, struggling to focus on my surroundings.Everything is dark around me. I blink once, then twice.Still… nothing.The cold air brushes against my skin, and for a terrifying second, I think I might be blind. But then I catch a faint glint of light filtering through what looks like a narrow crack above me. My heartbeat quickens. Where… am I?I try to stand, pushing against the uneven floor beneath me, but my legs fail me. My left foot slips on something jagged, and I collapse back with a sharp cry as my ankle smashes against the solid floor."Ah!" I groan, teeth clenched.Gingerly, I reach out, brushing my fingers across the cold, rough surface I hit. It's a large and oddly shaped stone. A rock? My fingertips trail along the cracks in the ground, and suddenly it dawns on me...This isn’t some room or any place of the sort. It’s a cave. The walls feel damp. There’s moss, maybe, and the groun
LILLY The Alpha’s eyes burn with rage as he stands tall, watching us. Emal don't seem to be scared of him at all while I begin to shiver all over. The way the Alpha now looks at us now is really not understandable to me. Just because of what Emal said? I don't understand what's going on anymore, neither do I under the reason for his sudden rage. He looks like an angry mother hen triggered be cause of her missing chick. “Guards!” he barks. “Hold her down!” I barely have time to react before armored footsteps thunder around us. Panic claws up my throat as four guards close in with grim expressions. “Don’t touch her!” Emal growls, loudly in the way he did at the birthday party before he shifted into his wolf. His hand tightens around mine protectively, and something in his stance changes. “Stand down, Emal!” the Alpha warns. “This is just a test. I need to know who she is. Nothing more!” But Emal doesn’t believe him. I can feel it in the way his body tenses, hear it in his breat
LILLYI tighten my grip around Emal's fingers as we approach the castle. I can't hide my anxiety as we proceed.Crossing the castle gates which seems to be made of iron, the guards bow their head low as Emal pass. He only nods at them, without a word. I keep my head slightly down, but I can still feel the curious, assessing and suspicious gazes on me. I squeeze his hand harder. “I don’t think I can do this…”He pauses, glancing down at me. “You’re not doing this alone,” he says. “I’m here.”Something about the way he says those words, ‘I’m here’, roots me. I take a slow breath, nodding, and let him lead me further inside.The castle is just as intimidating as I remember it from the day of the event which was the first day I stepped in. The dark huge walls, endless hallways, tapestries of wolves and battle scenes were all the same. Everything about this castle reeks of power and danger.“Where are we going?” I ask as we walk, barely managing to keep pace with him.“To the throne hall,
LILLYEmal's presence in this kind of situation is nothing but a soothing balm to me. For the first time since our friendship, he is the one doing the consoling and motivating, not the other way round.Back at the werewolf castle when Emal was almost dropped dead by that big beast-looking man, I couldn't take it anymore and screamed on instinct. Never did I expect such a thing to happen thereafter when my hairpin fell. My hair? No! It had never grown out to such length. I panicked. What was happening?I couldn't stand the way people stared at me like I was some sort of bad omen or monster, thus; I made a run for it. Ever since I took solace in the mini hut, several questions ran through my mind. What happened back at the wolf castle? What am I? There is no record in history that says such ever happened to a human. The whole scenario continuously replay in my mind, making me doubt myself more.Why does grandma sing it to me not to ever associate with werewolves? Why does she insist I
EMALMy feet move on instinct, every step fuelled by dread and desperation.She’s not at home. I know that without a doubt. Lilly wouldn’t go back to that house after what happened. Not when she’s still shaking from what she unleashed. That kind of power… it does something to the mind. And to the heart. Especially to someone like her.Oh heavens, she's fucking human. Well...maybe not. I need to find out who exactly she is, and what.The first place I check is the restaurant. It's dim and quiet, almost eerie without her voice ringing through the kitchen or her scent lingering around. The only presence I sense is Old Fogey’s, washing glasses with his usual huffing and puffing.I don’t ask. I don’t need to. She’s not here.I already know where she is.The hut. Our little hideout which is just far enough to be forgotten by the pack but close enough to sneak away when the world became too much. It is our place. The one place where titles doesn’t matter. Where she isn’t a lone human girl a
MATILDA We barely make it five steps out of the throne hall when Father dismisses us before a guard appears, bowing low. “The Luna requests your presence, immediately.”The guard's tone and gestures as he says it indicates that she wants us all—four of us, excluding Emal. Of course she does.She didn’t even step into the throne room earlier despite that Father instructed a messenger to beckon on her. She claimed the moment Emal transformed had ‘overwhelmed her heart’—whatever that means. But I saw the glint in her eyes as she clutched her chest back at the courtyard. It was no breakdown. Just a carefully timed performance to avoid what she already suspected would unfold in that throne hall.She knew it wouldn’t end in her favor.Darius walks ahead, flanked by Shawl and Xander. I trail behind the three of them, as always, like the forgotten whisper in a roaring storm. But I don’t mind. I’ve grown used to being overlooked by them.Sometimes, being invisible is power.When we reach her
EMAL“Who is that girl to you, Emal?” Father asks, his gaze fixed on me with that signature sharpness that always cuts too deep.The throne hall is empty now, except for the three of us; him, Master Aldrien, and me. Everyone else was dismissed the moment he made his declaration. But I know this isn’t over. Not really.I glance at Master Aldrien but his presence here means this conversation was probably planned.“Who do you mean?” I ask, though the name echoes loud and clear in my mind.“Don’t play games with me, boy,” Father snaps calmly in that unsettling, dangerous way of his. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”I stay silent.I won’t give her name to him. Not when I still don’t know where we stand. Not when I know what he ordered Blake. What he allowed. I can't do well to think everything is going to end well if I give him Lilly's name. I ha e to talk to her myself first before knowing what next.It’s Master Aldrien who breaks the silence. “Her name is Lilly.”Father’s brow c
EMAL«“What’s wrong? Has he gone crazy?”»«He’s going to end someone at this rate.»Many people are full of concern with fear on their faces as I charge wild, primal and uncontrolled in my wolf. I don't know how to stop it.I've never had to control this part of me before.The primal side of my being surges, making me overwhelmed. I tear through the courtyard, eyes wild, claws digging into the stone before I leap past the dueling grounds, past the walls, out into the open forest that borders the packlands.My father and Master Aldrien end the event without delay. The last howl I let out had already left some spectators injured...tossed backward, stunned, bleeding from their ears. But I don’t look back.I can’t.I’m not me anymore.The forest welcomes me. Branches slap against me, the wind roars in my ears, but nothing slows me. My legs move with blinding speed. I don’t even know what I’m running toward. I just run.“Chase after him,” Father commands behind me.My older siblings shift