Alpha Damon: “My lord,” my guard announced, barging into my throne room. “Rogu is here.” I frowned and squeezed the staff I was holding so tightly, it would have broken into several pieces if it were glass. Without wasting any extra second, I stood up and followed him. I could hear Rogu’s voice but couldn’t see him. His voice was strained as he spoke, like he was in severe pain and several people were gathered around the place it was coming from. I pushed my way through and everyone who saw me cleared the way for me as I walked up to him. When I saw him I was taken aback. He looked terrible. His clothes were torn and he had several marks on his body, almost on every spot that was visible. His hair was clean shaved and the rest of him looked bruised and bloody. Beside him, other people, both male and female who looked just as bad as he was looked at me with dreadful gazes. “What’s going on here?” I asked, but my voice was softer. “We escaped. Master Rogu helped us escape,” one
Alpha Damon:When I saw Gwyddion’s body dangling as he used his last moment to try and detach the rope tightened around his neck and wringing his life away from him, I was half-tempted to run to the executioners and order them to let him free. Maybe it was my fear or my anger, but I remained rooted on the spot, watching the man I had respected for ages fight a little more until his body hanged limply. A chilly silence spread throughout the crowd. I had made my point clear. Their sweet Alpha was gone, and a hard one had taken his place. After five executions the past week alone, only a desperate fool would try to cross me at that point. I had to admit. A part of me had assumed I would finally get a response from the goddess, or something would stop his death from happening. I had been so confident about it, that in a way his execution could have been regarded as bait for them, but no such thing happened. The silence of the goddess gave me all the confirmation I needed. They were
Silver:I was in prison when it happened. Unexpectedly. Unplanned. No one saw it coming. I had washed my hands off their practice and in my last act of heroism, had rescued the werewolves that had been used as test subjects. For that reason, I was deemed an enemy of the nation and jailed, awaiting trial. I knew that rescuing the wolves, especially Rogu would increase the chances of the war getting more heated but it was a risk I was willing to take than to see innocent lives taken for no reason. It was my second time in prison, and human prison was considerably better than the wolf dungeon so I didn’t complain. No one came to visit me, not even my sister. Lately, she had become putty in Simon’s hands, only doing whatever he said and since we were no longer on good terms after our fallout, that meant she never came to see me. I heard the shouts of the people first, before the sound of hooves in their hundreds pounding the ground. I covered my ears, thinking it was just our men
Silver: I heard the voices of so many people at once, even though they were trying to whisper. I knew some other people had walked in through the door, but I couldn't see them, so I couldn't deduce their number or whose side they were on. "They might not check here. They know this is a prison and they have no us for prisoners, at least not yet," I heard one say. "Shut the door!" the woman with a child cried out. "You'll make them find us!" "Don't reveal our hiding place," another prisoner said. "Go soemwhwere else before you haev us killed in your place." There was arguing among the prisoners and those who wanted to hide with us for a few minutes. I found it very stupid to engage in an argument at this point. It wasn't like the prisoners could come out of their cells and chase the new people away. "Everyone stop!" the man who always managed to have information barked and everywhere quieted down. "The more we argue, the more we increase our chances of being seen. We h
Silver:My chest constricted and I began to cough violently until I shifted back into my human self. I stood up immediately and went back to join the others, not willing to draw any attention to the fact that I had just killed a wolf. “Let’s go,” I choked out and fortunately, no one asked me any stupid questions, just followed me. I limped as I led the way, my entire body in pain. I had no idea where I was taking them, but as long as we were moving, I was fine. I wasn’t sure if there was any place that hadn’t yet been run down by the wolves already. “Marc,” someone called and I glanced around but didn’t see anyone. “Psst. Hey. Down here.” We all looked down at the same time and I jumped when I saw the faint outline of a body through a hole in the ground that could pass for a sewer. “Jimmy?” The man in our group who must have been named Marc called back. “What are you doing in the ground?” “Just wait, I’ll be right there,” Jimmy said, disappearing from our view. My head was poun
Silver's Pov I was searching. Scratch that, I was lost. There in the forest, my eyes darting wherever, I had one goal; to skip training for as long as possible. Training was the most useless thing ever! We could have been inventing new things, traveling the world or discovering new technologies. I read somewhere that in some other human worlds, they could communicate with others far away, but all my people ever concerned themselves with was training. Morning, afternoon, night. Training to defeat werewolves who didn't even exist.No one shared my sentiment though. Each time I shared my thoughts about werewolves being something we created in our heads just so we humans could have an excuse to play with weapons against each other each day, people always shook their heads and reminded me that the only reason I hadn't been attacked by a werewolf was because my father had destroyed their forces several years ago. It didn't help that my father who had died before I was born, was said t
Silver's POV"How do I smell, Mom? Why do you think I met someone?" I asked her, wondering why she looked like all the blood had left her face. "We have to get out of here. Fast!" she responded quickly, pulling me with her. I was now more confused than before, but I followed her to run until we got out of the forest. I didn't want to enrage her any further, plus I didn't want to remain in that cursed forest for a second longer. When we stopped to catch our breath, I asked her again what she meant, but she just gave me a look that showed me she was still mad at me. "What the hell were you thinking? Do you know how dangerous it is out here? You could have been killed!" "I'm sorry, mom. I was just tired of the myths and wanted to check them out myself," I replied, withdrawing into myself when I realized how ridiculous it sounded out loud. "Why do you always doubt everything," she complained in a tired voice. "You're supposed to take over you father's legacy, but how can you do that
There was no way I had heard right. I looked around to see if it was just a joke or a prank they played on new people but when I saw the serious and stern faces of the men in the werewolf council, I knew none of this was a joke. How could I be put to death for simply being human? It was not even like I had asked to be here. Those three men just carried me here against my will. If this had always been the plan, they could have killed me when they had the chance. What was the point of parading me here just to end up killing me? How did I go from running from my people to being sentenced to death in a mystical land in a day? By my far left, I saw the man he ordered to ready the gallows, coming closer with a long rope in his hands. Realizing the gravity of my situation, I fell to the floor just like one of the men had done, and begged. "Please pardon me. I don't want to die!" "You dare question my judgment!" His voice resounded like thunder, making my insides twist. His previously chi