KHLOE
A banquet was what it was. There was no other way to describe it.
It was a splendid one, too, as expected. There were rosettes standing lonely and beautiful in glass vases. The hall had a highceiling, white, such that if you looked above you would experience afeeling similar to that of staring at the heavens on a cloudy day.Below, rugs of fine fur adorned the black marble floor. Candles filled every inch of the halls, glowing a kindly, warm yellow, each one standing on solid metal ornate candle holders. The light from the candle fire reflected onto the glossy floor, and when one looked at it, the black marbles resembled a river of oil afire.
It was beautiful. Fire was such a beautiful thing that if you did not know what it was, what it could do, you let it draw you to it. Khloe had once seen a moth drawn to a flame. It burned in seconds, leaving behind the smell of singed ants.
That was what I felt about Caleb. He was like fire, burning everything thing he touched. Every girl in the town wanted him in that same way every child wanted . With a feverish hunger thatcould not easily be tamed. He was the Alpha's son after all. That made him the next best thing. When his father died, he would be the alpha, taking over his father's seat as the new ruler of the Blood moon pack by right of succession. Even though Tybald, his father and Alpha of the Blood moon pack was still strong and formidable, the prospect of being the next alpha mate was still a mouth watering thought for some.
I was not among their numbers.
I had not wanted to attend the birthday feast that eventually became tha banquet, but the sage had made me. It would be unacceptable, the sage had said, eyes crinkled and angry, for me to be absent at such an event. All of the blood moon pack would be there in the flesh to see Caleb choose his mate. It would be completely unacceptable, he said.
The prospect of being present at Caleb's appointment festival, the prospect of being among those who he would choose would have made some other girl's heart beat faster, but it did not excite me. It only made me more angry than I already was. And I was already very angry. Enraged. I had been ever since Adolph died. He was the old sage, the one who picked me up from the streets and feed me, a hungry, overlooked orphan. Ever since he passed on and a new sage was appointed, my life had gotten from hard to impossible. Now, the sage was trying to make me go to inconsequential festival.
Adolph would never have let that happen.
'Why?' I had snapped at the sage. 'Why should I go to a place where I am not wanted. Or am I now obligated to choose Caleb's mate for him as well as protect the pack?'
'You will appear because I say so, and that is the end of it.' The man growled.
'What more do you want from me?' I said sarcastically.
'Everything.' The man ground out, his teeth clenched. 'Everything there is.'
It was the sage's usual mood when speaking to me; teeth pressed together in a snarl, his expression pinched, angry. He hated me, I knew. He hated me like the rest of the Blood moon pack. Only Adolph had thought differently of me, only he had treated me like a person. But he would also have wanted me to obey the new sage as much as she disliked the man.
So I went.
The sun was slowly beginning to sink below the horizon, painting the world red, amber and pink as it descended. The halls of the Tybald's house were larger than life. Larger than anything that Khloe had ever seen. I could bet that it was possible to get one's self lost in the labyrinth of a house.
I had seen Tybald's house plenty of times, its sprawling courtyard, the sycamore trees and weeping willows that formed rows lining both sides of the flagstone road leading into the building. I had seen it plenty of times from the outside, but I had never been inside the manor. In truth, in all the twenty years of my life, I had never been into the houses of many. It was commonplace for people tpo turn you away when you were an outcast. A cursed wolf, like they had called her once, a long time ago. Long before she saved them.
But as I walked towards the hall, the guards posted at the door, tall bronze coloured men wearing breastplates and swords they did not really need at their hips, did not bar
me away. They stayed still as statues and let me pass. A small crowd of people had been walking on the path as I approached the steps. They parted to me her pass,like a field of wheat parts before a farmhand. The chattering andwhispering that followed was scant, small, like the buzzing of bees, low enough that it could be ignored. And I had had years to practice how to tune out gossip, how to pretend mt ears did not hear what people said about her.'Cursed wolf.'
'Dog.'
'Wolf's bane.'
'Did you hear she killed her mother coming out?'
'Her father starved to death while she watched.'
'I would never wish such a cursed child on my enemy.'
I smiled at them.Inside the hall, as I stepped in and glimpsed the single roses and the candle sticks standing lofty and bright, the hall went quietfor a moment.
Then the moment passed, and the chattering began again. The festival had officially began.
The first time I saw a man die, it had been my father. And it had been my fault.
That was what the Blood Moon pack believed, too, until Adolphconvinced them otherwise. But it was true, it was my fault that he was gone. Him and my mother. Though it was not my fault in the way they had believed it was.
'You are wonder, lily,' he used to say to me, because she was to him. But also, because I was pale. White as melting slabs of iceover a river in spring. Where other members of the Blood Moon pack had skin the yellow of melted butter, my skin was like ice, my hair pale, too, like a curtain of white silk cascading down my scalp onto my shoulders and further below, to the indent of my waist.
I was a wonder when her father was alive, because he was my world. But when he did and I was left to herself, I realized that the Blood Moon pack had a very different name for what I was, what I represented with her pale skin and bleached hair. Monster. Freak. Mutant. I was the very picture of monstrosity to them. The many misfortunes I had suffered did not help matters much either. They marked me out as cursed. Being born the same year a five year famine began ripping its way across the land did not add more love to me.
They hated me by the time my father died.
'Khloe,' Cassie said, sauntering over to me and sidling next to her. 'It has been too long.'
She wore a red dress, velveteen, trimmed to hug her body closely, accentuating every curve there was to accentuate, emphasizing her hips and breasts. In that well lit hall, and against the backdrop of her sun brown skin, the dress sparkled like a handful of red rubiesfloating down a black stream.
'Cassie,' I said curtly, dismissively, hoping the woman would take the hint and leave. But Cassie was Cassie and she was not having any of it.
'Who do you think Caleb would choose as his mate?' Cassie asked leaning towards me and whispering conspiratorially as if she was best friends with me, and we were having a good chat. But with Cassie, it was never as simple as that. She always had something up her sleeve, there was always an ulterior, self serving motive to everything she did, and everything she said. I wondered what her game was this time around.
I just shrugged. 'Caleb does what he wants, he will choose who he wants at the end of the day.' She eyed the other woman. 'You have plans to be that person, don't you, Cassie?'
Cassie just smiled a sly smile, flipped her hair—a wreath of curls that were far darker that the colour black itself—behind her, andasked, 'Don't you?'
'No. I don't, Cassie.' I said firmly.
I was leaning against a heavily decorated pillar, holding a glassof the reddest wine in her hand. Most guests were seated, all wearing different shades of red just like Cassie was. Caleb, the celebrant, had not yet been presented as so the crowd busied themselves with mild wine and small talk, the sort of wine that did not induce drunkenness regardless of how many glasses or flagons of it one drank. The small talk was better than the wine, far more intoxicating, for those who were enjoying theirs at least. Bouts oflaughter could be heard over the soft music of the lyre and flute.
Cassie's eyes watched me like a hawk's now. I remained watching the crowd, pretending not to feel the other woman's gaze burning into the side of my face, but she felt it all right. Years of being watched had also taught me how to be aware, it had given me a sixth sense of a sort. I did not need her wolf blood to smell trouble, to feel the hairs at her nape rise, bristling.
'If you are not here for the ceremony, if you really don't care, Khloe, then why are you here?' Cassie asked. There was a new malignance in her tone. None of the former friendliness she had approached Khloe with remained.
So this was her game, I thought.
'You want Caleb for yourself, Cassie, I know that. We all know that. We have known it for a long, long time.'
'So why? Why are you here?' Cassie snarled. She had hard green eyes that reminded me of a snake she saw once while playing behind Adolph's cottage, between rows of golden corn. Adolph pinned the creature to the ground with his staff when it reared itshead to snap at Khloe.
Even though Cassie was Caleb's beta and had been so since they both could turn into werewolves, she was paranoid when it came to him. She was fiercely protectively, too, but that at least wasexpected.
It was not news that she wanted to be the one that he chose and bonded with. It was also not news that it was she who Caleb would most likely choose of all the eligible women in the West. I was the least eligible if anyone was being truthful. Caleb choosing me would be scandalous. Even if a madness came on him and he did so, his father would not allow it. I would not allow it of she had a choice. But there was no reason to say all of that to Cassie. It did not matter.
Instead, I smiled at the snarling woman and went back togawking, sipping her wine.
'You may be think we love you now because you turned pretty, Khloe, because you 'saved' us but we don't. You are still the cursed wolf you were all those years ago.'
She was beginning to say more, but a new silence in the hall stopped her. Tybald had emerged with Caleb, and they stood on the dais, tall and sun-brown, their clothes red as the wine, red as blood.
Tybald raised a glass half full of wine above his head, and the entire hall followed suit.
'To my son, Caleb.'
'To Caleb!' The crowd replied.
MELVINThis is no job for a king, Melvin I thought as I scoured the wetground for tracks.On the wet dirt floor, there was a trail of footprints. These werenot wide footprints. They were not the foot imprints of a man, by the looks of it. They were smaller. A child perhaps, or a woman. A smallwoman. They went on and on through the woods until they disappeared completely, vanishing all of a sudden right in the middle of the trail without any trace.It was as the person who had made the prints had vanished as they had, growing wings and flying off into the night sky.A tracker, perhaps a human tracker would have been terrified out of his mind. He would have turned tail and retreated the moment the tracks of his quarry vanished, or if he was a braver, less sensible tracker, perhaps a young man with plenty of talent, he would sniff around and poke around the woods until he gave up. But Melvinwas neither human nor frightened. What he was was disgruntled. Frustrated. Very, very frustrated.
CALEBHours before the ceremony, hours before choosing Khloe, I stood in front of the enormous, ornate-framed mirror in my quarters, preparing myself for the ceremony.I hated my birthday. I hated it the way the Blood Moon pack hated vampires: with a bestial ferocity that had not diminished over the years. I loathed the loudness, the audacious pomp and pageantry of it, the unnecessary flourish that accompanied it every passing year.It was not that I did not like parties or partying. No. Far from it. It was the forced excitement that I loathed, the way it was done, lacklustre despite all its shininess. It was done like most obligatory things were done. I loathed that falseness very deeply, despised it even more. I had long since come to learn that werewolves, on certain occasions, had a thirst for wine that could rival the burning thirst vampires had for human blood. There was time like that, I knew, a time of unbridled thirst, unbridled longing, and not just for blood. For land.
KHLOEWords, Khloe had learnt the hard way, were what people hurled at you when they could not palm stones, when they discovered to their utmost displeasure that your continued existence was, in fact, their salvation. And it was common knowledge that the Blood Moon pack, besides being werewolves, were at the end of the day just people. So they filed their words carefully, honing them until the edges were sharp enough, until they were jagged enough to imitate metal, keen enough to cut through layers of skin and brittle bone, salient enough to pierce through to her beating heart. And when she outgrew the names and the knife like words, when she developed a coat of thick skin, they too evolved. And so did their hate. They learnt new cruelties, adapted new techniques to make her life an unpleasant existence, even if they could snuff it out entirely without destroying their own selves, too. And at the head of this aggression, Caleb could very often be found—at least when they were younge
TYBALDTo Tybald, there were only two things important in this world: his family and the Blood Moon pack. They were, however, interchangeable as the Blood Moon pack was and had always been his family, and at the same time, his family, Caleb, his wife, they were the same as the pack. Family was like a pack—once you had them, you could never lose them. You could never give them away, even if you wanted to. They left their marks all over a man, paw-prints in the soil, proof that the were there once. That they would always be present, even when they were not. Tybald understood this well, perhaps more than any person he had ever known. How could he not? The war of wolves and vampires had ended nearly a lifetime ago, fought and won when there was not yet salt in his hair, when he was young and brutishly strong. Yet those that he had loved and lost to the battle were there with him, they walked at his side in the light and in the shadows. His father, blood brothers, his wolf brothers. At ni
KHLOEKhloe was just thinking about all the different ways she was going to escape from this… this. She didn't even have a asingke word to describe what this was. She sat, almost not wanting to eat the food that was minutes away from her and she was having much better progress until Caleb decided, it was ok for him to fake concern. He asked her if she was hungry, asked if the wine wasn't to her taste. She could have scoffed while she was at it and stared him down with eyes that asked him if he truly cared for anything.A glass clinked somewhere, putting the ceremony to a hush. All eyes turned to what could have quietened the hall in an instant and of course, it was Tybald."To my son! For he becomes a man and for his excellent choice of a bride. To the future!" He raised his glass, to the crowd and the crowd responded with "To the future!" Their voices nearly deafening. If Khloe didn't know better she would have laughed and joined them but she knew better. She knew they were not to be
KHLOE"Khloe Hamilton?'' The name echoed from the nook and cranny of the entire room ,everyone turned their heads puzzled as to why he had picked the most accursed person in the entire pack to be mate."Khloe Hamilton , I choose Khloe " he affirmed what she had just heard a moment ago this time facing where she stood . Everyone followed the directions of his gaze and soon all eyes were upon her like a thousand arrows each piercing deep into her soul. Khloe retraced her steps back into the shadow she had earlier been in , she turned her head and could still see the look of anger ,shock and all manner of despondecy on Cassie's face . Cassie watched Caleb closely checking to see if he was truly insane and as if acting to drive her more crazy Caleb stretched his hand into the darkness he had seen Khloe descend into motioning for her to take his hands ."What is he trying to do?" Khloe thought to herself."Was he trying to humiliate her in the worse way possible ?" Khloe thought to
KhloeIt had rained the previous night and so as the rain droplets still on the roof top dripped down slowly as the early morning glinted through anything glass in the room including a drop of water hanging from a leaf near Khloe window.Khloe turn and stretches herself on her bed ,she was fully awake and apart from the cold weather and beautiful atmosphere , something felt different.It was a cold morning as the breeze whistled quietly in perfect interlude. The morning lights wound around the room lightening it up a bit.Khloe leans on her bed to look at the flower vase that was flourishing with life and smiled to herself ,she wouldn't need watering it that morning. As Khloe look around the room ,she saw the sage had done most of the chores ."Funny." She thought to herself looking around the neat room surprised.Adolph would had assisted in the chores but since he had died and the new sage had picked her up ,he had always made sure she had alot to do as if to tell her picking
MELVIN"Memories." The one thing Mel hated most about being a nine century vampire .The picture of the wolf girl he had seen was still stuck in his subconscious mind like a soul attached to a body and as he stretched himself over his bed that evening to sleep he couldn't help but ponder about the beautiful features he had seen.Mel rebuked himself for thinking that way ,he was an Asgardian and shouldn't be thinking of such ,not with the several vampire women constantly seeking his attention and he wished he could sex, Mel would have appreciated the attention he was getting if not for his condition , a condition that was known in secret to just few people that were close to him.He remembered the night he had made the pact like as if yesterday , he had laid on his dead bed at the point of death ,he listened as his mother had called upon the moon goddess for help in deep supplication. The moon goddess had listened to her pleas for help and Mel would make a pact with the moon godd