LOGINChapter Ten—Tempest ~TANNER~ I was still seething beyond remorse as I stormed out of the house. I just couldn’t stand to see her, to bear the gravity of what the prophecy had just drawn me into. The damned wench. There she stood in my kitchen, all comfortable, eating my bread and drinking my tea, all draped in my damn clothes. Whilst I lived the nightmare of every pack member dying, all from her cursed hands. She looked….she looked different. Cleaner. I couldn’t help but notice the matting in her hair being loser now, the sot and mud on her body now replaced with still tainted skin but much more clean. Her eyes had a vibrance id never noticed before—purple, the clear sign of her curse. Uncle Lenard was right and I hated to admit it. She was frail. She was clad in an old tunic of mine, one which I had before I became the Alpha but still hung loosely around her body. I hated her but for a Luna of that age she had no business having the weight of a prepubescen
Chapter Nine—Pyring hate I found myself in my room, panting heavily trickles of sweat flowing down my bare body. I was naked. Why I was I still wasn’t sure, but nothing mattered, not when I’d just lived the worst dream of my life. Fatigue raced through every inch of my body as I pushed my covers away, still not caring about my risqué appearance as I went into the washroom where I dunked my head into a whole basin of clean water. I wanted to scream inside it, especially with the pain which hit every joint in my body, talk less of the throbbing headache. The events of last night flowed trough my memory—the mating ceremony, my dirty bride, the blood pact and the force of power which engulfed me. All I saw was a light before my consciousness ceased to exist. What happened?? I let out a grunt as I left the washroom. I reached for a simple shirt and loose fitting pants. Even my hands couldn’t work properly, as I winced just trying to skip into the sleeves of m
Chapter Eight—Living Quarters I rose to my feet without his help. He was a careless and foolish old man who didn’t know the danger I possess. Touching me could bring him misfortune, and I didn’t want that, not when he’s been so kind to me knowing who I was. He frowned for a moment and then shrugged. Then he glanced around the room, with his frown slowly morphing into a scowl, “I told the bastards to not bring you here.” “Here?” I chorused. “The attic.” He sighed, “it’ll have to do for now. I’ll have a proper room prepared for you at the break of dawn.” I shook my head vigorously, still trying to gain an ounce of strength but even my body failed me. I almost plummeted to the ground when he grabbed a hold of me and I flinched hard, “Don’t touch me!!” “Ly— “I’m cursed. You could be in danger.” “You bear the markings of a curse but you’re not contagious.” He came closer, extending a hand towards me regardless, “Allow me to help you, child.”
Chapter Seven—The Unspeakable Bond My eyes opened to a low hanging ceiling. I let out a wince as I tried to sit upright but my body had the feeling of a whole bag of barley being dropped on it. My throat was dry, parched, and in need of dire water to quench my thirst. Where am I?? I managed to turn my head to the side where I found a pitcher and a glass by a nightstand. Another wince escaped me as I forced my limping body to sit. The hunger I felt knew no bounds, as I grabbed the pitcher and drank the whole thing in one swig. Mercy. I felt like the goddess had taken a little pity upon me, as the water ran down my throat, tears almost fell from the simple act of kindness by whom? I didn’t know. The haze from my eyes started to clear as I glanced around, taking a note of my surroundings. The room was dusty, tiny, with my arm being able to reach for the door and the cupboard that stood at the opposite side. There was a window which gave the perfect view of t
Chapter Six—The Mating Ceremony(2) ~TANNER- I couldn’t dare look at the imp in my sight. She was dirty—her fair all frayed in clumps of sweat and mud, her legs ridden with sot and her body oozing the stench of a dead beast. The goddess had cursed me. There was no other explanation for my misfortune as I stood in front of Lydia, ready to be mated and wed, with a bile crawling up my throat. For a moment I couldn’t help but wonder about the bruises on her arms, but deep down I knew she deserved it one way or the other. After all she was cursed. The bold fragment of the pack’s misfortune. She let out a screech which only came out as a soft squeal, trying to bolt away when one of the pack’s betas who brought her over grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to the ground. I glared at him, eyes riming with authority which had his head hung low in regret. “I……please….” She crawled up to me, holding onto the hem of my pants. My very body shuddered at her touch, I was dis
Chapter Five—A Mating Ceremony -LYDIA- Five days and they ignored my existence—both father and my berserk sister. Five days of being ocked in my room—no food, no water, no sunlight. I crouched to the floor, in dire need of a bath as my body reeked of tears and moss from the walls. The gnawing pain from my empty stomach I ignored, it all didn’t matter to me as I could persevere for a few more days until father relented. Technically it wasn’t the first time I’ve been sent into exile. Father once had me in darkness for twelve days, all because I ate a piece of Cecile’s cake and had mud on her party dress. I was released only when he saw how frail and close to death I was. There’s always a reason for my lockdown, all of it being my fault but this was different. Cecile wasn’t just angry, she wanted to gauge my eyes out which was a reaction I’d never gotten from her before. I was used to being ignored by her, she barely acknowledges my existence and when she does it







