DerrickThe strange lady cackled playfully. “Who do we have here?. Two lovers desecrating my cave althrough the night.” She said. “No we were not, we just came to seek shelter.” Gwen replied in smiles and ran to embrace her. I was lost, her eyes were on on me who was less concerned about her presence. “You must be the Dycan alpha.” She said taking gentle strides towards me as she stared at me in wonder. “You're just as arrogant as I presumed you'd be.” “No ma'am, he's not always like that.” Gwen said in my defense. “Wait outside child.” She instructed Gwen. “I have questions about the last time.” Gwen replied defiantly. “And I have no answers. “ “I don't recall what we talked about. Wait out for now.” She dismissed Gwen who was disatisfied. I had no idea what they were talking about, nor did I want to talk to me strange lady. “I'm sorry ma'am but I have no time to entertain you. We have to go.” I finally spoke up and made to lead Gwen by hand out of the cave.
King LancelotA forest of pine trees stood tall and proud, their needles whispering in the wind. In the center of the clearing, a circle of foxes stood, their tails waving gently. In the very center of the circle, a throne sat, carved from the finest wood. On the throne, an ancient fox rested, his eyes closed in repose. The other foxes stood guard, their ears alert for any sign of danger. The scene was peaceful, yet there was a sense of anticipation in the air, as if something momentous was about to happen. “We seek the child, my king. We'll bring him to you as soon as we find him.” My messenger bowed in reverence. I stood up from my throne with much difficulty, and transformed into my original form. A fox with a long fiery tail. My gaze is focused on the horizon, where the sun is setting in a blaze of glory. I am old, and my time on this earth is drawing to a close. But I am a fox, and I know that when one life ends, another begins. I am content with what I have achieved, an
GwenWe were back like we had left. The tension between us on our way home was awkward. Memories from last night flashed in my head. I had to admit, pushing Derrick away was no longer about my fear of cheating on Simon. I had underlying fears I had refused to confront. But I also didn't want to embarrass myself, Derrick had no feelings for me. He'd be gone by tomorrow, and I'll be all on my own. I couldn't confront him about leaving, it'll be a slap on my pride. He was also a player, flirting with two girls last night at the inn proved it. I couldn't believe I was mad about being left behind. His kiss had sparked up flames in my body. I wanted him. I didn't care if I was being used, he was hott!!!. I quickly shook off my dirty thoughts. The thought of him leaving in twenty four hours made my throat dry. It quelled my desire. I wished he could stay with me forever. I wanted him to be mine. But he didn't care, he had no feelings for me. We quietly walked to the entrance of the castle,
GwenThe sun was beginning to fade away, the night drew close. I was helpless. His servants had served me food and water, but I left them untouched. I was too angry to have a bite. I wished I had listened to Derrick. But it was too late for regrets. I had to figure out what to do. Derrick would be leaving soon, and I had only few hours left before night fall. I sat helplessly on the ground and rest my head against the wall in despair. How could Simon do this to me? He was a maniac. He was trying to get an apology out of me like nothing had happened. I was fed up, I was tired of being used. Why am I so stupid? I asked myself. All the brainstorming got me exhausted pretty soon. I had a bigger challenge before me, and I had to confront it first. Leaving this place!. I was lost in my own world of thoughts when I had an unexpected visitor. It was Morgana. My chest tightened for a moment, I despised her very existence. She had a stupid sneer stamped on her face. H
GwenI couldn't describe the surprise I met when I opened my eyes. It had to be a dream, a huge joke. I squirmed uncomfortably and tried to wiggle free from the ropes I was bound with. My eyes met the queen's, her teasing eyes and sadistic smiles were evident. I looked around at where I was in confusion. I was in the throne room. How did I get here? I asked myself. Simon was seated on his throne, fist clenched. He could barely manage to subdue his anger. I was in Lycester and it was almost midnight. Derrick had left. The thought of it made me breakdown in tears. I had never been confused in my life as I was at that moment. I had managed to escape, no doubt. What was I doing back here? My eyes met Morgana's. She had a wicked and triumphant smile plastered on her face. Had she decieved me? How did she do it? How was I captured? Why was I still here? I had too many questions on my mind. The queen walked to where I knelt, tied up like I had done something wrong and was about to be jud
GwenI was probably getting whisked off to Derrick's dungeon in Dycan. I almost went berserk spending a few hours in Simon's dungeon. I thought about the dungeons that awaited me. I tried to distract myself, to focus on anything else, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the dark, foreboding place. I knew it would be cold and damp, that there would be no light or fresh air. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be trapped there, to be separated from the outside world. The thought made me feel sick, and I had to fight back the urge to vomit. I was terrified, but I had to keep my composure, to stay strong. I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me. Everything I thought I knew had been turned upside down, and I was left reeling. My head was spinning, and my heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest. How could I have been so blind, so oblivious? The betrayal was like a knife in my gut, and I didn't know how to process it. I was consumed by a whir
I stared out the window and took a deep breath. It was just what I needed at the moment.moment.The light wind swayed the branches of the shiny, green, and healthy olive tree. I looked down atthe beautiful garden; it cheered me up. It belonged to my mother.The liar! She never came back.It was a very peaceful morning in Dycan and also a day of celebration.It was the first full moon.It was a thing to be happy about, and all the wolves in Dycan looked forward to the transformation.ceremony, when teenage wolves were wolfed out. They had to determine alpha wolves and outcasts.like me. I belonged to the Omegas; we were the lowest and most pathetic in Dycan.Transition festivals were much anticipated among the teenage wolves and their eager guardians. There were lots of fun activities to look forward to.But this delightful day would always remind me of my own failure.I could still remember the jeering andspiteful face of the crowd two years ago when I didn't transform like the othe
It had been exactly sixteen years, three months, and six days since shepromised to come back for me. I never lost count.She took me on a walk and abandoned me.Hours had rolled into days, and days had walked into weeks.Weeks sped into months, and months ran into years. The pain never really went away.away. I waited like a fool in the cold, dark alley, drenched, scared, and hungry. TheMerciless rain pattered heavily on my skin. Will I ever forgive her? I asked myself, staring at the life-size painting hung onthe walls of the castle. She seemed to be staring back at me with her beautiful blue eyes.It looked like they were full of apology; I hoped they were.It was tough living with scars no one apologized for. You just had to learn to live with it.it."Miss Gwen, your father summons you." The housekeeper, Madam Devon, interrupted."Oh, I'll be there shortly." I replied. She took her leave.I held up the hem of my tight corset dress and made my wayto my father's s