ELEANOR'S POV “Let’s go.” I said to Jeremy as I stepped out. I worked my body and trained the hardest I have thought I would. “I must live... I must not die by that woman’s hands. I must be alive...I can’t die now...” I kept saying these words to myself as I trained. Wherever this sudden surge to stay alive had come from, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that I was going to do everything to stay alive no matter what. Jeremy put me through the training basics. Unlike Arthur, he tried to be soft with me but I refused to relent. When Images of the bitch Samantha and Maya pop up in my head, it pushes me to train harder. Last night I had crept outside and watched Maya train under the nights as that seem to be the only time she trained. She was quite skilled. Five days would never be enough to train and match up her skill to be able to fight against herself but how can I forget the words of my teacher. “Sometimes, wars and battles are won not by strength but by smartness.” She may be sk
Captain Depay let out a small grunt and collapsed tiredly into one of the seats nearby. "Ah, my back is killing me." He groaned.Detective Joha beckoned onto the waitress. Detective Joha made sure to take a quick look around the place before settling into one of the seats calmly. Being a detective for many years has taught him a lot of things. Being aware of his environment was one of them. The waiter came back with a tray of food and drinks as detective Joha ordered. "Captain Depay, let's eat first. We need a clear head to continue this task of ours…" Detective Joha said to the sullen-looking Captain. They had followed all the leads detective Joha had suggested and it all led to nothing. Tired and without any more clues to lead them, they had come to fill their empty stomachs. Captain Depay sighed tiredly. "I think I should go see the commissioner and tell him the truth. His daughter is gone and can't be found…The earlier he starts to make peace with that fact, the better for a
WRITER'S POV"Why does it feel so chilly?" Captain Depay said as he and detective Joha stood across the street, eyes lingering over the Samuels' house. A well gated house. The drunk man had just brought them here after series of mistakes and they has sent him home by putting him in a cab. They hope he wouldn't miss his house. "Are you sure we can go in, don't you think they could have slept by now? I mean we should hang around somewhere and come back by morning…Like in a hotel or something…"Captain Depay continued to say. He had his doubts, the house they were seeing felt so silent. He wasn't expecting them to be playing loud music and jumping around though but he felt this weird aura in the vicinity. "If we are here already, then we should head in. What if they leave this night and never return? Go wait in some brothel with some fine ass chicks if you want then." Detective Joha slammed and started to make his way towards the house."Damn! You jerk…He never listens to what I say…" C
ELEANOR'S POVArthur gets back from Samantha's house. He tries to start helping me train again but I refuse and trained by myself or asks Dennis for help. "I told you already, your stubbornness will be the death of you…" he had told me when I strongly refused his offer to help me train. Heck, he should go back to his love and leave me the hell alone. "Thank you for offering to help but I would rather keep training with Dennis. He helped me while you are away." I said, emphasizing strongly at the last part, picked up my training kit and brushed past him. "Why are you doing this?" I heard him ask as I was leaving. I felt my gut heat up. How could he ask me this when he got me in this way? I was going to charge towards him and slam him harsh words but I forced myself to not react. I forced myself to smile as I walked back to where he was standing. I delicately brushed off imaginary dirt on his body. "You have just come back from quite a stressful journey. I heard the Jo's family i
WRITER'S POVIt was pitch dark and in the eerie hours of the morning. Matteo has just gotten up from bed and taken a gulp of the packaged blood. He felt disgusted the moment his tongue tasted it. He cursed under his breath and threw the can back into the fridge. Ever since he tasted the human blood again, he hadn't had the slightest urge to take a sip from the packaged blood they have in their land. He was tired of being led by that bastard called Lucas. If only he had won the clan's elders meeting, he would have been drinking some real blood now and not some packaged disgusting blood. "It is all that bitch's fault…" he gritted, referring to Lauretta. Suddenly a thought hit him as he crept back to his room. A grin spread in his face as the thought settled well in his head. There are always many ways to kill a rat. Harold was right, it isn't over until it is over. He put on his shoes and crept speedily out of the house into the night. "Tell Harold I want to see him…" He said to th
COMBAT DAYAN HOUR BEFORE THE FIGHTARTHUR'S POVI stood behind the window and starred out. I had watched Maya train deep into the night. I could never let Eleanor face her in a combat. She would kill her with a fling of her sword. Even if Eleanor hd trained all the hours for the past five days, she would never match her energy and skills. It is very obvious to me whoever has sent her had the intentions of killing Eleanor. I waited impatiently for Jeremy. Today, he will get to the root and reveal to me who Maya has been seeing and working with. But I already made my decision. Whatever the outcome of his mission, I will not be letting Eleanor take part in this fight. What on earth was keeping Jeremy late…I must hurry now to hide Eleanor before the time for the combat reach. Jeremy entered moments later. I turned away from the window to meet him halfway into the room. "Did you find out anything?" We were in my room alone. I had made sure to ask him where no one else would hear.
WRITER'S POVOnce Arthur left, Dennis let out a chunk of air he didn't know he had been holding in while he exchanged words with Arthur. He couldn't imagine where he had gotten the boldness to match up to Arthur in that manner. But what kept replaying in his head was Arthur's question. "Do you like her? Do you have feelings for her?""Do I like her? Do I have feelings for her?" He asked himself rhetorically. Even he don't know the answer to the question only that he knew he was prepared to go any length to save Eleanor. >>>>>>ELEANOR'S POVAN HOUR BEFORE THE FIGHTI stared at the attire the servants had brought to me. It is supposed to be my wears for the combat. Helmet, Amoured Breastplate, Boot, a shining sword and a shield. It was exactly as I have seen in the movies. They looked quite heavy and even a little heavy when I tried lifting them but enough to shield a sword from easily slithing through a body. I have trained hard. I couldn't even believe I would torture my body
WRITER'S POVBATTLE GROUNDThe announcer for the fight comes up and announced that the fight will soon begin. Most affluent werewolves attended and even majority of the common ones. They were all curious. No one has ever seen the Luna fight. Is she as strong as the Alpha? Is she weak? They all wanted to see with their own eyes and gathered to experience it first hand. Their chants traveled far and filled the entire place. The announcer, one of the elders of the council calls up Maya and Eleanor to the stage. Maya fully kitted climbs up and onto the battle stage with her sword dangling on her waist. The people cheered and chanted her name. Those that hated her guts for challenging the Luna booed and screamed at her. Eleanor hasn't shown up and soon had the people murmuring amongst them. "Did the Luna run off?""She must be as weak as we heard…""How can the moon goddess punish us with a weak Luna? How then can she protect us?"Moments later, Arthur was seen striding towards the stag