REUNITED Ten years ago Heberus was a lying, convincing son of a bitch. He didn't care about the people within or without the gates. Imagine living in a place that horded food yet people were starving, guards abused their power, children are left to fend for themselves. In some ways it sounds as if I've jumped from the hot pot into the fire. Trust me, the wolves were much better, at least you can comfort yourselves with the fact that they were beasts. But what were the humans excuse for being little insufferable nuisances?! None. There were none and could be none. When I ran away, I thought things had to be much better on the outside, the scene still swinging on a pendulum depending on which side of the glass you chose to look. Half empty or half full. But glancing around, I could see things haven't changed. A girl's greatest chance of evading starvation was hoping sh
LIVING WITH A DEVIL I finally find the courage to find Herberus when the sun has set, finding myself with no other option but to submit to his will. Not for myself but for the child. A child, that to me is nameless. Maybe I didn't think things through when I decided to save her. Ofcourse I had no intention of finding myself in Herberus' clutches either. The scence before me when I make it into the grand hall isn't what I expect. I half expected him to have the child chained to a wall, maybe having a few carnivorous animals salvating after her flesh. Instead I find her very much entertained and eating, completely oblivious of my internal meltdown. The patrons are drinking and laughing, dancing and singing, Herberus being enterained and fawned over by women all who are scantily clad. Yeah, even with the world almost coming to an end, there were women who didn't see the need of being virturous. Though I had to commend them, only a woman could bring a man to his knees and that was only t
I see you I pull the coat hood above my head, holding my head down as I hurry though the halls keeping up with the servants, as they took the laundry out for the day. There's only one way I can make it from the Courts without being brought back by force, or within reasonable time before Herberus finds me missing. I'm itching to throw back the cloth from my face but I can't, just in case anyone around recognises me. I weave through the carts and crowd, take in the sights of the abused and dying. Find my old hiding spots that are now occupied by others and rightly so. Men shake down a child just meters from me, stealing the little he has, leaving him folded up and sobbing for himself. Everyone learns eventually that there isn't anyone that's coming to rescue us, no one to defend us. The war should have made us all equal, instead it only seemed to create more classes. "Hey, " I say kneeling next to the small child, when the men had left to seek their next victim. His clothes is tatter
Royal Bedwarmer "How is it possible that no one has seen a wolf that large moving around. It's a wolf, a damn wolf, " I whispher yelled at the people around me. I had gone back to the tavern hoping to get some answers about my nightmare, but I'm more frustrated and boggled than I was, attempting to figure out the question on my own. "Are you sure about what you saw love?" Cecil asks and I attempt to reign in my irritation. I swear these people think I'm probably going bonkers, but I know what I saw. "Yeah the shadows could be playing tricks on you or the light for that matter. " "To form an entire wolf?" I snickered. "Yeah, I don't think so. It's a husky, there's no way to mistake it. " "Sounds like you know something, I reckon, " One of the men says placing down his jug. His mouth is smeared with the froth of liquor, creating a white beard and I stifle a laugh. "Yeah I do. I lived in a werewolf camp for ten years, I think seeing anything remotely looking like a wolf would give
Wolf "What?!" I asked appalled that they'd ever think that. Where did they even get this ridiculous notion? "No, no, no, no. It's not a trap! " Claude's eyes narrowed on me, his strong arms gripping the front of my dress, pulling me into his person. Immediately the smell of liquor and cigars strangle my nose, forcing me to hold my breath. "And why should I believe a word you utter? You've already deceived us once, telling oh how you just pass through here. For all we know the King and his men could be waiting for us once we turn that corner, " He hissed pointing behind me. "Yeah, " His men replied in a unified chorus. Unbeknonst to them, Herberus liked very much to spend his days gloating away over his riches and the prosperity of his providence even through he doesn't lift a fingure to aid any of it. "Well good point, " I say attempting not to take in anymore of his stuffy fragrance. "But I can assure you no one's coming for us, well unless you don't put me down, very soon
WOLF I hate the dress I'm currently wearing, but I loathe the stares of the people around me even more. My body itches like crazy, the polyster sticking into my skin. Herberus' hand is wrapped around my waist tightly, the doll within his arms. People cheer around me left and right, others standing in gleaming appreciation of their selfish King and still others wondering who the f**k I am. Within that sphere, there are also women, aristocrats, nobles, servants who are all giving me the stink eye, as if I wouldn't give anything to trade places with them and have my freedom. There's so much people, young and old, all dressed up and shouting, guards flanking the crowd left and right. The fanfare doesn't entice me and as I glance around, I find others likewise who stand aside passively taking in the fanfare. The large heavy gate is suddenly shut, the last group of patrons coming through, heading towards the crowd at the center of the town. I suddenly get the impression that this wasn't
GRAYSON Two days prior The northern post was lacking almost in every sphere. We needed new wolves, slaves needed to be replenished and the cold was dragging down my mood further. I hadn't the faintest clue where Gerzi had ran off to and I was drained in every facet of my being. I should get up from the now cold bath water, put on some clothes and go motivate my men to do some work, but I can't even find the strength to do even that. Throwing a curse into the air, I lift my body, the water that had gathered around my abdominals, collasping into the dry ground of my quaters. I walk away grabbing another towel, wrapping it around my waist when one of my men walked in. "Gamma" I glanced at him over my shoulder, going to search for a shirt. "What, I can't take a damn bath in peace anymore?" "Ah no, its another bird" He says hesitantly. "From the Alpha King, again" I took a breath. Ofcourse. "Just leave it and go" The Alpha King has been a pain
GRAYSON She's gone. Leila is gone. And I don't mean she left to do her chores to return. Leila hasn't been seen for days. Not since the death of that human. A part of me knew maybe it would trigger something within her. I've seen enough of how humans react to anothers death to know how traumatizing it is to their psyche. Some have committed sucide in the name of their love. Others have decided to join the outpost and fight for the little happiness they've got left- which is warped in my opinion, and still others run away, only to die at our hands later. Everyone stays clear of me when I walk into the barracks, even the Head mistress and I follow my nose to the bunker that has been asigned to the small human. There are three beds, but only one is still in use, the owner walking in minutes later and I watch her from my perch from one of the beds. "Dear god" she exclaims in fright, a hand across her