TYBALD
To 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 night, when the world was deadly quiet, Tybald saw their faces. So he knew that to ask his son, Caleb, to take the Hamilton girl would be to curse him with her presence for eternity. Yet.
It was the most prudent thing to be done. His son had, quite surprisingly, taken heed to his instruction; the young man had seen the wisdom in it. He had shown intellect in doing so. There was, perchance, still hope for him. But Tybald knew many would be asked, so he was not surprised when his wife turned to him midway through the fest.
'Are you going to tell me what in tarnation is going on, Tybald?' She whispered viciously.
'Relax and enjoy the ceremony, woman. We will not speak on the matter here.'
'So this was your doing,' she shook her head. 'I could smell your fingerprints all over it.'
Tybald kept his eyes on the crowd who had gotten over their initial shock, or were at least pretending to. Five dancers, two male and three female entertained them. Coated in bronze glitter, their bodies moved like old magic. They wore thin red clothes around their waists, and for the women around their breasts.
Luna did not relent from her interrogation, but she did keep her smile on, such that she spoke from behind gritted teeth. 'But why, Tybald. What reason could you have for this... this ... this abomination. The boy was supposed to make his own choice, absent of your meddling!'
'Watch it, Luna. That's your son's mate—and your daughter-in-law—sitting there. I think it would be wise to refrain from calling her by any names other than the one she bears.' Tybald's eyes meet hers finally. 'Luna.' He said.
' Tybald, I'll be damned if I let that thing into my house.' Her voice rose high. 'I will be damned.'
'It is my house, Luna. Mine.' Tybald said cooly.
The pitch of her voice was drawing attention. Caleb who was next to his mother a few feet away turned, a brow raised. Khloe seated at his right hand, sat stiffly— as if she could tell that the upheaval concerned her—a pretend smile plastered onto her lips. It did not reach her eyes. Sitting in such close proximity, Tybald could see for the first time just how white she was. White as winter. White as the vampires that Tybald had fought and barely won against. It was not difficult to see why the people thought she was a curse to them. It was not difficult at all.
'Luna, you will welcome her with open arms and a hospitable countenance.'
'At least tell me why.'
Tybald watched his wife silently for a moment, the music and festivity a distant cacophony. 'The Moon Dance, Luna. All that power. Imagine what happens when we have such raw power in the bloodline. Imagine what happens when we harness that. We would be a force to be reckoned with. Not only in the West. We would have the world in palm of our hands.'
Across his wife's face, something that resembled understanding blossomed like a full moon.
CALEB
'More wine, Caleb?' Farris asked, gesturing with a glass wine pitcher.
In answer, Caleb placed his palm over the rim of his cup, and shook his head. He had no taste for the wine as it turned out, even if he did need it. He wanted his mind clear of alcohol so he could think.
'Well, suit yourself.' The bearded man said. He emptied the contents of the pitcher into his chalice. Farris was one of the last of his father's pack, a big man with big arms and a big laughter. He had lost an ear in the war decades before Caleb was born, and he hid the stump by wearing his hair down around his face like a curtain and by letting his beard stay overgrown. Caleb never paid him much mind. For all his strength, he had very little brains.
Around the table, most had taken to the red wine. His mother had joined in too, she began to ingest it in heavy gulps. Khloe, though. She had not touched her wine. She ate the food on her plate as though it were an occupation. The truth was, ruining things for him was her occupation.
'You haven't touched your wine,' he mentioned, fighting his instinct to be impolite.
'Oh... I haven't? I did not know.' She promptly took a swig, then grimaced. Cassie would have chugged it down three times over, then asked for another. At the thought of Cassie, Caleb almost smiled. Almost.
'It is not to your liking?'
She began to say something, but Farris came to her defence. 'How can such fine wine not be to anyone's liking, eh? What are you saying, boy?' He turned to the other wolves at the table, grease glistening in his dark heard. 'He asks if the wine is not to her liking. I say, any man that doesn't recognize this for the good wine it is should be driven off. Such a man is a fool!' Farris roared.
The laughter at the table was loud and deafening, but Caleb heard nothing of it. He had finally figured it out, how to get rid of Khloe Hamilton.
Farris, you mad oaf, he thought. You are a genius.
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
KHLOE Khloe clearly understood that Caleb might feel bad for her but he was something wrong she couldn't resist , a wrong that felt right at that moment , a temptation she couldn't avoid. She was doing it anyway , she was getting married to a man she didn't even know , a man who clearly had not shown the signs of knowing how to love a woman like her, how could he ? When she was clearly a mess and couldn't even love herself. Caleb’s words should have left a fear in her heart , the way he smiled , the way he gave those fake smirks and mocking chuckles ,she was a fool if she had missed those signs . However, they had the opposite effect—sinking into Khloe heart that had been shattered over the past and sending a wave through her entire body , something about Caleb mistrust felt incapable of being resisted, it felt like a force compelling her to just go with the flow of things . Caleb had definitely been rude, arrogant, and slightly charming when he had spoken to her in th