CALEB
Hours 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. For realms. For crowns and rulership. The vampires, led by their king, marched across the land, a host of pastel skin and obsidian armour. They contrived to conquer the world. To sink their fangs into it and drain it of its lifeblood and that of every other one of its races.
It reminded him of Khloe. She was, in a certain way, a vampire, draining and sucking the joy out of every place her presence touched, and for that, the Blood Moon pack had always regarded her with a savage disaffection very much comparable to that with which they regarded vampires. Khloe Hamilton was girl, a woman now, who stepped into the room and the air went sour. Conversations tapered off and were swiftly replaced by angry stares.
Sometimes, though not very often, I felt something akin to pity towards her. But not quite. Most times what I felt when I saw her snowy skin flash past, was resentment. Deep and old resentment, gorged into my memory. Deep because resentment is not often shallow. Old, well, because I had known her almost as long as he had known his name. Deep and old because she, in her arrival, had made me seem insignificant.
Khloe was born on the same day as I was, barely three solid years apart. Being the only child born of werewolves that year, she was already special. She was small, had snow white and a half-halo etched into the taut skin of her forehead, Khloe drew attention—and gasps. Then, with her arrival came the long famine. The hunger was a harrowing whip; it broke the pack, pressed it nearly into surrender, onto its knees. The adoration the pack had felt for Khloe became hate, revulsion. The pack wanted her no more. They would expel her from the West, they agreed, even if they would have to spill her blood in the process.
I had been, to put it simply, overjoyed. Soon the girl with the silver in her hair would be forgotten. My birth date would no longer coincide with hers. I would no longer share the attention and recognition meant for me alone with her. There would be no more forced laughter. No more practiced smiles.
That was a whole world ago.
Now as I examined my appearance in the mirror, my father's features stared back at him. I fastened the red, silken cloak that had been tailor-made for him across the span of my shoulders, and I had wondered about Khloe.
Would she grace my coming-of-age ceremony? What would I do, feel, if I emerged and she was there, pastel as uncooked dough, standing tall, towering over us, like dough with too much yeast?
She stared at people in a way Caleb never liked, condescendingly, and she met their eyes with hers when they stared too long, as if daring them. No, I did not want to lay eyes on her today. If the moon goddess was kind to me, she would remain in her lair of a house.
The feast had already begun, and from his room, I could hear the songs, the clink of goblets, the raucous shouting: all familiar sounds, all sounds of merriment. He would know. My father always had a crowd to attend to. Images of them cheering my name wildly came to me and I caught himself smiling.
The Moon goddess being good to him today, nothing could go awry.
A knock on his door drew him out and away from his thoughts. 'Come on in.' I called out.
'And there he is,' Cassie said sweetly.I whirled around to see Cassie leaning against the doorway, garbed all in crimson and scarlet, shimmering red like a hundred miniscule rubies. Onto her shoulders and beyond, her hair fell like a river of black.
'You should not be here, Cassie.' I reproved her gently. With Cassie, I always was surprisingly gentle. 'You know that you are not supposed to see me right before the ceremony.'
She smiled as she swaggered up to me, her lips peeling back to reveal thick, feral canine, polished to a dull white, like old bones. She said, 'And yet, here I am. Besides, Caleb, since when did we start following rules down to the last letter?'
Chortling, I said to her, 'Never. Not ever.'
Cassie's smile agreed with mine. She made a show of adjusting my clothes, checking to be sure my cloak was fastened properly to the broach at my side. She wet her thumb against the redness of her tongue, then using the same thumb, she smoothened my eyebrows until they lay full and flat against my face. I took a step back, away from her, towards the enormous mirror.
'So why did you want to see me? What was so urgent that it could not wait a few hours?' I asked. Cassie reached for him again and I shied away from her to escape her preening. 'Woman,' he said warningly.
She laughed. When she laughed, her face grew young, carefree, like a child's.
'What if I said I missed you?'
'Cassie,' I sighed. 'You saw me barely two hours ago. Gods, the whole village did.'
'And so?' She asked, retracing her steps to him, her hips moving suggestively, swinging like a pendulum of curved flesh.
'And so...'
'I only wanted to see the birthday boy one last time, before he becomes a man.'
'Hm,' I breathed down at her. 'And? Do you like what you see?'
'You know I always have.' Said she.
Her eyes, a vibrant garden green, were fierce, drawing him into her hypnotic gaze as they always did. Even when they both were mere children, I had felt the pull to her. The mate-choosing ceremony was simply that—a ceremony. A function that had to be had. I already knew I would end up with Cassie, his Beta. I would drown in the ocean of her eyes and it would be, without question, a fine way to go.
Their faces were inches apart from each other; their breaths tangled, hot against each other's lips. I drew closer, and so did she. Closer and closer, and closer and—
'Caleb,' a voice said cooly, quietly, interrupting them and snapping mw out of his trance.
I turned sharply. I saw the man long before I felt his presence. His father had his arms folded behind his back, and he glared at them, disapprovingly, eyes chastening.
'Father!' I leapt away from Cassie, and my cheeks burned, a ruddy, rosy red climbing from his neck. Out of all the people I had ever met, only two could crawl under my skin, and one of the two was Khloe. The other was this man glowering at me, his features a replica of mine.
'You know better than this Caleb. You too, Cassie.' His eyes flickered over the woman. 'Leave us. I would have words with my son.' Tybald said. Cassie sucked in her lip and smiled up at Caleb—a promise of another time—then she hurried away, shutting the door behind them, effectively trapping him with his canine of a father.
'Caleb, my son,' His father stepped up to him and smoothed down his doublet. 'You have made me proud today.' He said.
'That is quite the sentiment, especially coming from you, father.' I said, dryly.
'Is it?'
'It is.'
'Well, that is a surprise. I always thought myself too prone to sentimentality.'
The man made an attempt at a smile, but it, more than anything else, resembled a grimace of pain. He had somewhere along, in his life, forgotten how to do the simple things. How to be happy, how to laugh, how to smile.
'Father, what is it you want this time?' I sighed.
'Ah,' the man exclaimed, a more natural smile spreading softly across his lips. 'It seems you know me better than I would have imagined.'
'I am your son. I have lived by your side for twenty-three years now. Does it come to you as a surprise?'
'I suppose it should not. But it does, however. It surprises me.' The man admitted. 'Though it is quite pleasing to see how perceptive you have become.'
He told a sip of the wine and savoured it, while I watched apprehensively. I had not touched mine.
Tybald gestured at the chalice in his hand. 'You might want to have a sip or two before you hear this, son.' And because he wanted to get it over with, and quickly too, I knocked back the contents of his cup in one swallow.
Father drew himself up and said, 'Now, Caleb, listen carefully: when you go out to that dais, when the time comes to pick a mate, you will not choose Cassie,'
I jerked back, surprised, but my father was not finished. 'You will choose Khloe Hamilton to be your mate.' He said.
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
Lucan stared at the angry welt's on Khloe beautiful skin , she had passed out cold as soon as he had lifted her and was still asleep in a corner of his room. All he had wanted to do was get the bag that contained herbs and some other things back to her quickly and so he had rushed to the cabin where he had seen her a few times . The howls from the cabin startled it was definitely that of a woman and as he stood still and his ear prickled to pick up the sounds he knew she was obviously in pain and danger as he could hear two heartbeats ,one beating in fear and the other in rage and anger.His first knock at the door had been soft and gentlemanly by then he could already hear the Sage using cuss words on Khloe and still hitting her with what sounded like a whip. It wasn't the first time of him hearing groans and someone sobbing loud from that particular cabin infact on most full moon ,when most of everyone werewolves instinct was heightened he had listened for the cries of the wo