Arthur marched past his game on the ground and moved cautiously among the trees in the bush as the sound of the baby’s cry got closer.
It caused him to increase his pace and from moving hastily, he had broken into a run, his heart racing with uncertainty.
He jumped over a log of wood and a fallen tree crossing his path before sighting a hill twice his height. He could tell that the baby’s cry was coming from the hill. Could the child be alone? He wondered. Who would leave a child by itself?
Standing behind a tree, Arthur scanned the area with his eyes and he was grateful for the full moon which allowed him to see quite well. He could find no one and neither could he make out any movements from the surrounding area.
Quickly, he breezed forward, covering the space between him and the hill. Then he circled over to the other side of the hill and gasped as he found a newborn baby girl on the lap of its dying mother.
The woman looked to be about his age. She was seated on the ground, her back leaning against the hill. Her eyes were barely open, and her face was sweaty. There was blood around her and she could barely move. Her hands were bloody and she was clutching a small knife in one hand.
He could see that she had been trying to cut the umbilical cord connecting her and the baby. She had already tied makeshift clamps - a thin cloth around the cord in two places just apart from each other.
Arthur quickly retrieved the knife from her limp hand and cut the cord in the middle of the makeshift clamps. The woman barely winced and twitched but he heard a faint “thank you.” from her lips. He gave her an understanding nod and with a great effort, she slowly began moving her head leftward.
At first, he was confused but quickly discerned that she was trying to communicate something to him. He looked around in the direction she was moving her head, thinking with fear that someone was there but he found no one.
“Down.” she managed to whisper and he looked down on the ground at her left side where he saw for the first time, a paper that appeared to have been torn from an old book.
When she nodded, he picked it up and quickly read the words out.
“In turmoil, a child will be born under the full moon. The moon will leave its mark on her. The moonchild is destined to mate the Alpha…” Arthur stopped because the paper did not contain the rest of the words. It had been torn off from that point.
“The words are not complete,” he said, looking from the paper to the woman who nodded as if to say, I know and so he stuck the paper inside the pocket of his slacks. He knew that there was more of the prophecy but there was nothing he could do for now.
Staring up at the full moon, the only thought on his mind was hope for the survival of the woman because he just could not see himself as the right person to raise a newborn baby, especially one marked by prophecy.
Everything playing out was just too overwhelming.
He could not help but keep staring up at the full moon, then at the naked child on her mother’s lap. A gasp of shock escaped his lips as a mark appeared on the child’s inner wrist.
It was a tattoo of the full moon, round but lifelike. The woman saw it too and gave a labored sigh that spoke of satisfaction.
Arthur reached out his hand and touched the fascinating mark. The lifelike appearance of the mark dimmed and it became a regular tattoo. When he looked at the baby’s mother, her mouth was open as she tried to speak.
“Call her Arda.” She managed to whisper. Then her head tilted sideways, her eyes going still as she went limp, giving up the ghost.
The baby’s crying intensified as though she was aware of her mother’s passing. Arthur took pity on the child. He drew a deep breath and sighed before closing the woman’s eyes. Then he carried the baby in his arms and tried to soothe her.
“Shh-don’t be afraid, little one.” He cooed but the child continued to cry and refused to be comforted.
Still, he kept trying to calm her. “Little one,” He said, “I don’t have much to go on concerning your story and I don’t think that I’m the right person for this job but I will do my best to take care of you. And I’ll start by ensuring that your beloved mother is not buried in this forest. I will get help and have her buried among my ancestors because you are now family…until the time of your destiny comes when you will mate the Alpha according to the prophecy, dear moon child…Arda.”
***
Arthur returned to the present and looked at Arda who was now staring at the mark on her hand.
“So, in the end, she’s like a special freak of nature or something,” Mabel remarked.
“Shut up,” Arthur told her. “And leave this place. I’ve had it with your stupidity.”
“Whatever, Dad. I’m just glad the truth is out. Now we all know who inherits everything.” She stood up and stormed towards the rooms.
“It’s not like your parents are billionaires, you stupid child.” Mrs. Arthur threw after her before they all heard a door slamming shut.
“How long has she known about it?” Arda asked.
“She knew about it since she was eight but not the details,” Arthur responded. “She just knew that you were adopted.”
“Okay. Well, how did she know?”
“Somehow, she accidentally overheard us in the bedroom,” Arthur answered.
“We told her not to say anything.” Added Mrs. Arthur.
Finally, Arda understood why she and Mabel could never get along. Mabel knew she was not family and probably hated that she had to share her parent’s love.
“It’s okay,” Arda said to them. Then she smiled at her father. “Dad please come and sit over here with us.”
He gave her a little smile and came to sit by her so that she was sandwiched between them. Then she wrapped her arms around them both. “You were really brave that night, dad. And mum, I’m glad you didn’t tell him to give me up or something.”
Mrs. Gray gave her a warm smile.
“Seriously, I can just imagine some other woman saying hey, honey there is no way I’m nursing a child I don’t know.”
She had mimicked the voice of a hysterical woman and her parents managed to laugh.
“I love you both.” She told them. "I always will. Nothing has changed.”
“We love you too.” They both said and her mother placed a kiss on her forehead.
Arda still felt loved. At the same time, she felt empty. She wanted to talk about the Alpha but she changed her mind. There was no need to compound issues. From her research the previous night, everything seemed to be falling in place.
Now, she knew she was not ordinary and that she was fated to marry the Alpha who she believed was a bloody werewolf. That explained Luke’s headaches. But that won’t stop her from trying to find love and live a normal life. She didn’t care about the prophecy, the moon, or the Alpha.
She just wanted to live a normal life, graduate, get a job, find a nice boy, and raise a normal family. The Alpha would have to find someone else. Besides, he was so authoritative.
She couldn’t even imagine being with such a person if he could be called that. She was tempted there and then to ask God to tell her who she offended for her life to be like this but she didn’t want to cause her parents more worry. They had already been through so much.
For now, she would look forward to participating in the birthmark show, try to forgive her friends, face her project and ignore the Alpha-whoever he was. The next time he contacted her, she would tell him to go to hell and burn to ashes.
“She needs to graduate. The least you can do is allow her to finish school. Then she can face her destiny.” The Elder responded.“It was easier to wait when she was focused on her studies. But now, she is open to love. I cannot explain how much that annoys me. The more she socializes, the higher the risk of exposing her identity to the enemy packs.”“I know. Still, there’s a stronger reason why you need to wait.”Gillow gave him a knowing look. “Cain and his agenda.”“He will kill the moon child to fulfill it. He will do anything to fulfill it. They know about the prophecy. They will be alert once they hear you’ve taken a mate. She will be in danger.”“I want to challenge him.”The Elder adjusted his balance on the stick. “The enemy packs need to be kept in the dark about her existence, otherwise, the reason for keeping her hidden all these years would be futile.”“I said that I want to challenge him.” Gillow deliberately ignored the wise man’s words. He was impatient.“It is not time.
“I have to go now.” She said and watched his eyes drop briefly to the pig, before returning to hers. “You don’t want the game anymore, I see.” “Please, let me go.” Arda’s fear of him was mounting. He did not respond. Instead, a small grin split his lips. Then despite her ear defenders, she heard the howling of wolves in the distance. Arda turned and made a run in the direction she had come from and before she could leave the little clearing and hit the denser part of the forest, she felt strong arms pulling her roughly back against a firm, muscled chest. She opened her mouth to scream and felt a hand covering her mouth. She started struggling and felt herself being moved swiftly and before she knew it, she was being held sturdily against a tree. Her back was against the tree and he was standing before her, keeping her captive with nothing but his sinewy body. Her frightened eyes stared pleadingly into his and she felt them watering. Gillow could feel his heart melting with mercy
“What I need right now is the truth from you,” Gillow told her. “What other dangerous thing have you done apart from sleeping with the enemy? And by dangerous, I mean anything that exposes her identity.” Karina recalled the tattoo program that Arda had insisted on participating in. It seemed harmless at the time and now, she doubted that Gillow would see it that way. She was afraid of what he would do if she mentioned it, so she shook her head. “No.” “Are you certain?” Karina nodded. “Yes.” Gillow pushed the barricade aside and stepped into the prison cell while she backed off and pressed her back to the wall but he kept advancing towards her until he was standing directly before her. Her breathing became erratic, her chest, rising and falling rapidly. She knew he was searching her mind, listening to her soul and she focused her mind on the ocean. The ocean…the ocean…the beauty of the ocean. Karina gasped as in one swift move, he held her captive against the wall with his body.
Karina whimpered with pain. She was tied to a post in a different prison cell. Her arms and legs were secured to the post and she was in the middle of the room, her back, covered in welts formed by a whip. The penance guard who was standing behind her with a whip was looking at Gillow for further instruction. “Mercy…mercy…” she kept muttering weakly. “Let her go,” Gillow ordered the man. He was reclining against the bars of the penance cell. And now he walked over to Karina and circled over to face her. She had her eyes on the ground, her skin, sweaty, her breathing, unsteady. Gillow was still mad at her. He had trusted her to guide his mate and report to him any danger that might affect her. She was supposed to report everything to him right from what she ate to her school results. So far, she had done that but he wasn’t built to tolerate laxity. It wasn’t in him to be gentle. It was that kind of trait in a leader that weakened a pack and he was glad he possessed none of it. “Ka
Arda had not bothered to look at the road because she had spent most of the past thirty minutes crying. Her cries ceased for a moment, her eyes cast down with grief. Through it all, Karina held her close and kept giving her words of encouragement. Karina kept telling her that everything would be okay. She kept telling her not to be afraid. This helped to calm her down a little but it did not take her fears away. Many questions were in her head and she looked at Karina. “They are so big.” She whispered her eyes on the men dominating the front seat of the car. “I’m really scared. Is the Alpha like them?” The only person she had seen with their kind of stature was that overconfident hunter she had crossed paths with but had first seen on her date with Luke. The very stranger she had felt a powerful connection to, so strong it scared her. And he was even taller than these men. Karina pulled her closer to herself and hesitated, refusing to respond quickly to Arda’s question. How could s
Blinded by her tears, Arda did not bother checking out her surroundings until the guard carrying her, kicked a door open and set her on her feet. Then he backed away from her, let himself out, and shut the door behind him. She rushed back to the door and tried to open it but it did not budge and she knew that she had been locked inside. Arda wiped her tearful eyes dry with the back of her hand. Feeling like her face was not dry enough from her tears, she lifted the bottom of her pajama top and wiped it. For the first time, she let her eyes dwell on her surroundings. The Alpha’s room was not what she expected. Deeming him callous, she expected a bland room but it was far from bland. She had thought it would be featureless and empty or at best, large and disordered but it was not so. Yes, it was large but it was cozy, pleasantly curtained, immaculate, and fragrant. Since the building was a castle, she had expected medieval furnishings but the room was not entirely so. It was modern w
Her voice was soft and placating as she continued trying to calm him down. “It’s me, moon child, your mate. Please don’t hurt me.” She knew she would say anything to get out of the dangerous situation she was currently in. Arda could no longer feel the movement of his teeth on the side of her neck and saw that he had gone still. Slowly, he pulled himself off her, letting her go. Then he took a step back from her, the crimson color of his iris turning back to silver. Tears of relief filled her eyes and rolled down her face. Her heart was still thundering with fright as she kept staring at him. His features didn’t soften but at least he was not attempting to hurt her. "You said I will be safe here," she whined. "This is the safest place for you." "Yet you almost...killed me." "Something inside you calmed my desire." "And what if next time it doesn't?" "I don't have the answer to that question. That is why we have the Elder." "The Elder?" “He is our Diviner. Tomorrow, you will
In the multitude of Arda’s troubling thoughts of escape, her gaze was cast down to the floor and she didn’t know until she felt his finger lifting her chin.Again, his movement had been swift, sudden, and silent. Her breath came up sharply as she was forced to meet his intense gaze. Who was she kidding? She would never get used to his unpredictable moves.“Please.” She said breathlessly. “Will you move normally around me?”“What is normal?”“Like a normal person,” Arda said. She didn’t know how else to say it but she knew that he understood what she meant. He was just being difficult.“What is normal?” He repeated. “By whose standard is normalcy defined?”“You know, like me. Like...like a human.”“A spade is not a shovel and a lion is not a cat. I am not completely human. I am a werewolf vampire. Get used to my movement.”In a flash, he was at the door, his hand on the knob. Arda’s breath caught in her throat and a small gasp escaped her lips.“Get used to it, Arda.” He said dismissive