MELVIN
This 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.
It was the fifth time in three weeks that his sister was disappearing without informing any one prior to her disappearance, and while she was a grown woman who Melvin would ordinarily have left to her devices, she had certain... inclinations.
'Sir, did you find anything there?' Edmund asked. He was the head of Melvin's personal guards, even though Melvin had insisted many times that he did not have need for any.
Edmund was a tall vampire with bright grey eyes and fast hands, hands that Melvin had seen break bones at the first sign of danger. A distinguishing scar ran from below his eyelid to the end of his face, tapering off his chin. While the man knew very little of tracking besides the natural gifts of sense and smell being a vampire had presented him, he was quite a formidable force, one to be reckoned with.
At the question, I shook my head and got to my feet. 'She went past here, that's for certain, but the trail ends here. Send out some of your men to search the last places we located herpreviously.'
'Sir,' Edmund saluted with a fist to his chest.
He began to move immediately, an impatient man by hid very nature, but I stopped him short with a hand on his shoulder.
'Pick only the most sure footed, most discreet of them.' I ordered.
I knew Edmund would not find her, neither would any of the men he sent out. It was the way it had happened the last four times. Claire vanished and he followed not her trail, but her thoughts, or rather, traces of the thoughts she left behind and she whirled her way through the city. I always found a way to evade my escort before he found her. And once again, that was what he would be forced to do.
They could not find Claire as he had found her that first time: at a quiet corner of a tavern with a man, their bodies twisted oddly in the darkness. But instead of doing what would have been expected of two people, man and woman, in the privacy of darkness, she had her mouth pressed against the soft spot of the man's throat.
Claire sucked noisily.
I had felt something between rage and disgust. I was not sure which emotion it leaned towards more. I yanked her off the man's body and marched her home. But not before I cleared up the evidence. It was better the humans did not even know they were. Then Claire did it again. And again. And again.
When I found her this time, she was in a smaller tavern full of humans and the sweet sea-salt smell of their blood. I was earlyenough to prevent her from sinking her fangs into a human in full public view.
'Claire,' I said calmly, settling into the seat across her, struggling to quel the rising urge he felt to yell at her.
'Mel,' she said tiredly. 'Right on time.'
'Right on time for what?' I asked.
'For a telling.'
I blinked surprised, looking at her for the first time since I had found her, and realized she was different from the other times. Her eyes were not glazed over—the eyes of a vampire who had had too much to drink—instead they were alert and sharp, encircled by sleep bags. She wore none of her jewelry, just like him. Her clothes were roughspun.
At least, she had the sense to look like the common folk when she mingled with them. Like most of the members of Asgard's royal family, Claire had a gift. Where Melvin could read minds, Claire saw small parts of the future. Trifling amounts. And she could showthem, those visions of hers, to the people she touched. Claire had never bothered to show me one.
But now she reached across the table and took his hands in her fingers. Her hands shook on their own accord.
Then I saw: blonde hair so blonde it was white, silver like Claire's eyes, like his eyes fluttering in the wind. A crescent moonshining malevolently on a rainy night, a dark figure that resembledthat of a woman swaying under the torrent, unconscious of the rain. A candlelit hall much like a throne room full to bursting by of a crowd of men and women, their hands lifted, wine sparkling red in cups.
The vision ended as suddenly as it had begun, and I jerkedaway from Claire.
She had chosen a quiet corner of the booth, so no one saw what happened between us. I opened my eyes to see her staring back at him. I realized only seconds had passed since she touched me. Everything was going as it went. But it felt like ages had passed since she took my hands in hers. i felt exhausted.
Claire was staring at me meaningfully. 'Now you know why I needed to feed so simply.' She said. 'The weigh of these visions... It is not like being able to pick the most prominent thoughts in the minds of others. It is more demanding. More exhausting. I needed to keep my strength up.
Claire had always been the type of vampire who could not control her taste; she had always had an affinity for breaking rules. When I found outwhat she was doing, I did not ask questions. I had simply goneafter her, a step away from enraged.
'Who were they?' I asked now, stupefied. My head was swimming. Of all the visions, the crowded hall had stayed with him. Who were all those people?
They had all been brown. All tall as Edmund. Just as wide, too. Even their women. Together, such a force could overrun any army, any city or realm if they put their minds to it.
Who were they, he wondered.
The answer came to him as soon as the question formed itself inhis mind.
Wolves, Melvin thought.
'Werewolves.' Melvin and Claire said in unison.
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KHLOE
Caleb sat at the dais with his father, the Betas of each one's pack, and other members of the royal family. A table of food and drink lay stretched out before them. There was venison and there was brothwith carrot and turnips. There was pork, roasted over the spit, greasyand pinkish-brown. There was a pile of finely cut vegetables and Khloe caught Caleb eyeing it distastefully.
After Caleb had been presented before the people, and after a fewhundred toasts had been made, they had retired to the dais where they all sat now, overlooking the rest of the people who were present. It had been too early in the night to begin the choosing a mate, so they waited, easing through the night with wine and food, and music that had evolved from mild to wild somewhere along the line. When, I was not sure.
I remained at my place, a spot that, thankfully, was quickly shrouded in the shadow as soon as evening descended into night. I might be amongst them, but it did not mean for a second of the day that I was one of them. Bian, the new sage, could force me to shimmy into a red dress and come here, Khloe thought, but she was not obligated to participate. It was not as though she could if she wanted. Like Cassie had said, she was, in their eyes, still the CursedWolf.
That was all that I was to these people. Perhaps, it was all that I was ever going to be to them. The thought did not faze ke the way it used to. But I was not going to sully myself further mingling with people who already thought I was unclean, unfit to be among them.
The music quietened, slowing down until it died down completely, giving way to silence. First the flutes, then the harps and the banjo. The quietness that filled the hall was the sort of silence that paid attention, the kind that demanded a speech. This was because Tybald had risen to his feet. He, unlike Caleb and most of those sitting at the dais, had not had a drop of wine. Tybald's was solemn and severe disposition. He was what I thought an Alpha should be. Taciturn, calculating, and shrewd. I was not certain she had seen the Alpha grin, except through his son's face which was a replica of his, perhaps at a younger age, which was also always grinning.
'My son is a man today.' He said in the absolute silence. He glanced around the room at the somber, watchful faces, his hand on the buckle of the leather belt he wore around his waist.
'We the Westerners of the Blood Moon pack, we say that a wolf is strongest when it belongs to a pack. We are all one pack, one wolf.'
The gathered crowd cheered in agreement, laughing and clapping and hooting. The cheering tapered off soon. Tybald waited patientlyfor the people. When they stopped, he continued. 'Today, Caleb choses a woman to be his mate, one of our very own, to begin his journey into adulthood. Let us bear witness to his choices.'
A cheer went up again and the older man stood waiting for his son to join him where he stood. A whisper of excitement ran through the crowd. I could sense it even where I sat, in a corner, concealed by the darkness.
There are many here who would want to be wed to Caleb, she realized, surprised. I had always known that the position of Beta was a highly coveted one, same as that of the Alpha of the pack. Men fought and died for these things, and women manipulated and schemed, and sometimes, when scheming was not enough to do the trick, they fought for it too.
I had known Caleb much of my childhood, and he was nothing like his father. Where Tybald was silent and watchful, his son, Caleb was a loud, big oaf. A vain one, too. It did not matter that he inherited his father's appearance. He was nothing like the man, and it showed. I could never have wanted him, even if I was out of her mind. In fact, I felt a deep pity for the Blood Moon pack when Tybald passed, or Caleb became Alpha, for what would befall them.
Caleb sauntered towards the dais. In his red cottons and silks,with his hair combed back into a neat cascade of jet black locks that swept down towards his shoulders, his toned arms on full display, he was the very picture of pulchritude
The ceremony began in earnest.
I remained hidden, watching, suddenly intrigued. It was not my first time seeing such a spectacle, but it was the first time I was invested, the first time I so close to royalty.
When the night was over, Caleb chose. All breathes were hushed, all anticipating his choice. But he did not call any of the names he was expected to. Not Autumn, not Gellis, not Jane.
'Khloe Hamilton,' Caleb said, his eyes fixed on me.
The ripple of shock that ran up my spine was louder than thecollective gasp in the hall.
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
KHLOE“Hel-lo! Khloe ...damn. "Khloe awoke to sound of someone shaking her roughly and cussing . It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the room’s dimness. She could make out the faint cues of the room and the Sage who was now bent over the fire place . She wondered who had called her name and it didn't take too long before the Sage cussed again."Get off the bed you lazy brat ," he hissed "I need some help here.A faint glow shone from the corner where the Sage stood illuminating his not so pretty face ,it had taken awhile for Khloe to fall asleep, and now she was up so early. She had not slept well till after midnight—usually outlasting everyone else . Galvan on the other hand had slept soon after they made the herbs and had forced her to watch while it cools off.They heard a knock on the door and looked at each other puzzled at who might be knocking so early that morning.“ Who’s in here?” The voice at the other end called.Khloe knew the voice so well , it was the lad who stay