KHLOE
Words, 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 younger. He poked her, made jokes about the her paleness of her skin. Even in the heat of summer when the rest of the pack had gone from sun-brown to golden, she remain ghostly white. Set apart. Odd. And when you were set apart by your own body, Khloe realized, you became easy prey, quite easy to single out. To hate. People needed very little reason to hate, it turned out, and they often resented things that did not look like them, things that they did not completely understand.
As they grew older, as Caleb's shoulders widened and her hips flared, he seemed to grow less concerned about making her life a hell of its own, and more concerned with drink and women. He became enamored with Cassie Hoover, and soon Khloe was a long forgotten wisp of memory, an abandoned amusement. She had never been more thankful to be forgotten. Never.
Now, as he gazed right at her, Khloe felt cold. A wintered chill went up her spine and she shivered in sync with the collective gasp of the crowd. Her hidden spot in the shadows was suddenly not sufficiently clandestine, the shadows no longer sufficed. They were all looking, and they could see her.
If their gazes were not so intense, so scrutinizing, Khloe would not have believe that Caleb had called her name, she would not have believed her own ears. But she had heard right. The bewilderment in their eyes made her certain of it. For a moment, there was not a sound in a vast hall. Not a pin-drop. Then Tybald smiled and said, 'And so he has chosen.' And he began to clap, softly. The meeting of his palms were the only sounds. They echoed hollowly. Then the crowd joined in and the applause was deafening. A few hoots. and howls could be heard across the hall, but Khloe knew their hearts were not in it. It was written all over their stunned, suntanned faces.
'Khloe Hamilton,' The king said. 'Step forward.'
Khloe stepped forward, out of her perch, and into the shimmering firelight. Above was white, the ground below a starless black night, and all around her, people decked in the colour crimson. They parted like a river to let her pass. It was a thing Khloe had grown accustomed to. People scurrying to get out of her way, twisting away from her in horror and fear. But this time—this time was different. The fear and resentment was there, but for the first time in her life, there was awe and envy, too. Yet, Khloe would have given it all away in a heartbeat.
What should I do? She wondered. What? Should she refuse the ordination? It was not completely unheard of to do such. It had happened before. Rarely. Once or twice, perhaps. But it was a risky venture. Perhaps even more so than saying yes to the naming. If she said yes, she would be tied to the Alpha's family for life, and if children came she would be fettered by unyielding bounds. If she declined, on the other hand, what would the consequences be? They could not lynch her for it, that was certain, not when she was their salvation. But they could make her life, much, much, much worse than it already was. Declining would be a slight to Caleb, to Tybald, to the entire Alpha family, and by extension, to the Blood Moon pack as a unit.
If only Bian had left her stay. She hated the man now more than ever.
She had reached the base of the dais, were black steps lead upwards to the top. Tybald reached out to her and took her hand. He did not flinch when he did. For all his severity, the man was not cruel, or superstitious, for that matter. He had never, at any point, treated her with outright hate. Perhaps, a union to his son would not be so disastrous. Perhaps, the young man would grow up to be stern like his father, severe but not unkind. Perhaps.
'Sire,' Khloe said as he guided her up.
While Tybald did not seem troubled in the least bit by his son's odd choices, Luna, his wife and Caleb's mother was the opposite. Her eyes were as wide as serving plates, bulging. As hard as she looked to be trying, she did not seem to be able to understand what had just transpired. That made the two of them, Khloe thought, somewhat smugly.
'What is this, Caleb? What have you done?' Cassie was saying, eyes wide. A small band of women unobtrusively ushered her towards the doorway. But before she left, she threw down the goblet in her hand, enraged beyond what words could convey. The cup was hard metal, so it clattered loudly to the floor, and sparkling wine streamed out of it. The liquid was as diaphanous as water on the stones where it had spilled. There was no feeling in Caleb's dark eyes, not even a twitch of his jaw. Nothing for the woman he had been with for years.
Tybald placed her hands in Caleb's, and the people gathered roared as one.
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
MELVINMelvin walked upstairs slowly and as he walked past his mother's room in the left corner nearest to the room.that had been his father's ,he stopped midway then turned to knock at her door , he didn't wait for a reply as he opened the door and peeked inside the bedroom that dimly shone with candlelight. He figured that his mother might be asleep already as the sun was already down and she hated staying up so late ,an habit she tried to talk him into on several occasions. To Katherine sleeping was a way to relax her chakras and she had tried several times to explain this to Melvin, He looked in again this time stepping into the room and saw her lying on the bed.She was on her back completely covered under a woven cotton duvet with just her head sticking out and her eyes partially closed . He wasn’t sure if he should just wake her up or watch her sleep , considering how peaceful she looked in her sleep, he felt it was a better idea to sit on the wooven chair and jus