Do you know those moments in life, where you question everything about yourself? Your choices, your actions, if you were the villain or the hero? Right now, I was having one of those moments. As blood caked the earth, I had no idea where I stood. Just that I kept firing, my aim staying true as it fletched right into an enemy soldier's left eye. I grimaced as he stopped mid-shift, falling to the earth as my arrow pushed further into his skull from the impact. "Nice shot, Robin!" Another of the human-formed warriors praised, his spear finding a different one. But as I looked out at the carnage, claws of grief gripped my heart. It held fast when I turned away, forcing myself to focus on the enemy. In the center of the pack we just stole from, the wolves were clashing. Our best shifters were entangled in a dance with theirs. Blood and snarls ripped through the battlefield. And as any werewolves who hadn't shifted emerged, I was ordered to pick them off. I was providing support for
A/N: IMPORTANT triggering scene may be ahead. Dangerous scene ahead, as well as *attempted* sexual nature. If this will trigger you, feel free to skip to the end of the chapter. ----------------- End Note. "Hey, Robin? Where are you?" I flinched when my ears picked up the faint sound of Elijah looking for me. But I only stilled when the large man's palm covered my mouth. His large palms came up to eclipse my nose too. His eyes bored into mine. "Be quiet, if he comes this way, I'll kill him." He wasn't smiling anymore. "Signal him away. Try anything funny and I won't just kill you." There was something sadistic about him, and I felt uncomfortable to feel his body press against mine. I didn't want to know what that meant at all. Keeping my composure, I stared back at him. Elijah was strong. So strong. But the man in front of me knew where he was, while my brother would be walking in blind. And if he took a blind shot, Elijah wouldn't even have a chance to try and fight. He'd be
The strange woman looked at me, the sound of the footsteps thundering over the wooded landscape. Any minute now, Elijah would burst through the trees. "Meet me here, tomorrow at dawn. Don't be late." She said. Her voice was like a strum on a stringed instrument. Then I had to swallow down my surprised gasp as she disappeared in thin air, just like how Miqella could. All that was left as her proof of existence was the cherry blossoms that fluttered to the ground where she once stood. A fae fairy, or was she a witch? I didn't know, but I was still sitting there. Staring numbly at the darkness that greeted me now. It was like everything came rushing back once she disappeared. I turned to gaze at the pile of ash. No sooner than I could blink, Elijah burst through the trees. I was surprised to see at least ten soldiers behind him, all holding weapons. Elijah was sweating, his eyes wild when they fell on me. "What in the... Robin?! What happened?!" He was in front of me in sec
What in the world was she talking about? I stepped back even further, subconsciously cupping the shell of my ear. I had no clue what she had even looked at, but I felt vulnerable all of a sudden. The Mark of Sina was something only told about as an old folktale. Some believed it had been real, but most regarded it as a children's story. I was one of the latter. The old tale described the mark of Sina as the ultimate cast of favor, it claimed those who had it could even summon the goddess back to earth. Of course, no one believed that part. It was too much power to wield in a world where Alphas reigned. If anything could threaten the Alpha's place in the pack, it was eliminated. So many of the stories about the marked emphiased even the "chosen" ones knew their place in the world. I used to always roll my eyes at it. But to hear it said outside of a storybook was jarring. Especially from a daughter of the sun. It felt like she was seeing something I wasn't, but that could be my bia
"Who the fuck is Mattias?" Before I knew it, the words were being spat from my mouth as if I had swallowed stale beer. My hands fell limp at my sides, my previous desire to reach out to Morax fading. All of my joy had suddenly evaporated from the air, and my small hands couldn't reach up in time to catch it. I watched, painfully slow, as Morax finally remembered I was here. His golden eyes were finally on mine, but the effect felt watered down now. The wolf inside my soul was on edge. I looked between him and the woman who had miraculously returned from the dead. Even though Morax had looked away, Angelica was still staring openly at the Alpha. Her eyes were incredibly soft and filled to the brim with sorrow. I felt like I was intruding on a private moment, but for some reason that pissed me off. I had just discovered my mate. So why did I feel like the third wheel? A childish part of me wanted to scream it wasn't fair, but I kept my mouth glued shut. I waited for either of the
Morax POV.There was a sense of self that was lost when you chance upon an old regret. A splash of cold water and shock none could prepare you for. I stood there in the fumbling leaves and dry grass on the outskirts of my warrior's platoon. I was dreadfully aware of Robin’s scent rapidly steering away from me, but my ankles were shackled. I fell still with shock and dread. But to be most accurate.I was furious.For as ferociously as my wolf lunged from my will, pleading with me to go after her, I was enraptured by Angelica's image. To see her standing there was the same as seeing a ghost. Yet I was painfully aware as her scent protruded in the air that she was real. “How are you still alive, Angelica?" Angelica's soft demeanor vanished as soon as Robin was out of sight, and there stood the woman who seemed most familiar to me. While she was dressed with frailty and beauty, I knew better. I knew the cunning that lurked behind those eyes. "Is that how you greet an old friend, Matt
I couldn't tell you how long we talked in the center of that field, but I could tell you that as my brother uttered those words, it felt like the world stopped to listen. Elijah and I were staring at each other, and I searched his face. I waited for him to laugh and say it was a joke, but the complexities in his expression warned me otherwise. Not that I thought he'd ever joke about mom so easily, but the information felt too coincidental or insane. Then again, the mark felt like insanity too. "... Mom had this? You're sure?" I asked. I had never heard of mom bearing a mark like that, but how could I judge? I hadn't known of mine either. I was walking forward to retrieve my arrows, hands surprisingly less shaky after my furious practice. Some of the anger had left my bones. As I scooped up a few more, I glanced back at Elijah. He was taking his time answering, but he nodded. His face was grave. "You were too young to remember but I'm the one who found her body. She ... used to ha
Even after a decent night's sleep a lie still hadn't magically popped into my head. But I figured, for now, I was safe from having to think of one. Instead, I was relishing in my alone time. I kept staring at the mark in the mirror, all of my hair dangling on the left side of my face. I had my neck positioned awkwardly but from the angle I was at, I could see the minuscule crescent. It was settled neatly in the flesh behind my ear. It was odd looking at it, knowing what it was. But as I thought back to my conversation with Elijah last night, I couldn't stop my growing curiosity. The pain in his eyes, the way he deflated at the end of our talk. They were two things that aided in my partially restless dreams. Truth be told, I didn't remember much of my mother. She had died when I was still young, so most of my memories were in spurts or blurry at best. I remembered things about her, like her kindness and how we had inherited her ice blue eyes and light blonde hair. But the rest