"Ah !!!" My scream echoed throughout the woods. I was utterly shocked by what I looked like when I transformed. My wolf had two tails, one silver, the same color as my fur, and the other grey, like a monster that had parasitized me.
"Dad! Mom! How did I become like this!" I cried out, paying no mind to the intense pain that came with my first transformation. People around me took several steps back in fear upon witnessing my condition, their eyes widened in astonishment, as they surveyed me with fear and curiosity, as if I were a monster.
"She's a two-tailed wolf, a monster."
"Yeah, she'll bring disaster to the werewolf world."
"Oh! Make her go away."
" Get rid of this monster!"
"Kill her!"
Their harsh and piercing insults reverberated in my ears, leaving me bewildered. I widened my eyes, looking at them—these people who were once the most familiar and closest to me were now so cold, so ruthless. I told them I wasn't a monster, I was Charlotte Moore, the only daughter of alpha Morgan and Luna Catherine, the beloved little princess of the Crescent Moon tribe.
" It's me! I'm not a monster!" I let out a desperate cry, tears brimming down my face. My cries were drowned out by the insults of the crowd, their eyes filled with hatred. They wanted me to die.
My once best friend Nora mischievously tossed a pebble at me. I didn't fight back. I just cried and begged them to leave me alone. They grew even more reckless, more people joined in throwing stones at me, and some even spat at me. I couldn't take it anymore, my claws snapped on the ground and I pounced on the one who screamed the loudest, Alicia. My claws traced a graceful arc in the air, then landed on her delicate face, leaving three deep scratches.
"Ah!!! She's going to kill me!!!" Her screams resounded through the sky, startling the birds and beasts in the woods.
A brown wolf rushed over and stopped between Alicia and me. It was Alicia’s father, Gamma Marcus. His scarlet eyes glared angrily at me, letting out a guttural snarl. The onlookers around us all shouted, " Marcus, kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"
Marcus flashed his sharp claws in front of me. The hot, moist breath he exhaled sprayed in my face. He was furious to the core, his sharp claws ready to slit my throat. I was terrified, frozen in place. Even though my wolf was an Alpha, stronger than everyone but Dad, I had zero real combat experience.
"Stop! Charlotte is my only child, the future Alpha of this tribe. How dare you do this to her?" For the first time, my normally gentle and loving mother snapped at the tribesmen, she drank back Marcus and took me in her arms, pulling out a silk handkerchief to dry my tears.
"But she's a two-tailed wolf, an ominous person who will bring disaster to our tribe!" A white-haired elder stepped out from the crowd and said in a serious tone, "I've lived for more than 80 years, and I've never met such a thing. But our ancestors passed down the legend that a two-tailed wolf is an ominous sign. We must take this matter seriously. It is related to the survival of our tribe."
"Yeah! Our lives matter!" People chimed in.
Dad was standing at the front of the crowd at the moment, he didn't stop the rioters or come over to comfort me, he just stood there quietly, staring at me with an eerie smile on his face, as if he had found a mysterious treasure.
"Alpha Morgan, what do you think?" The older man inquired my dad.
Dad narrowed his eyes, assessing me from head to toe for a long time before he spoke for the first time, " We all saw just now that Charlotte has a strong aggressive tendency. If we let her be, it might lead to great harm. I'll take her back for now, and tonight I will find a way to deal with her wolf."
My heart went cold. I shook my head, unable to believe this was true. Find a way to deal with my wolf… does it mean he wants to kill my wolf? No! He won’t do that to me. I was his only child!
Two soldiers came up and grabbed my arm, dragging me away. I looked back at the people, who had contented smiles on their faces. I swore one day I would let them pay.
My dad was whispering something to the elder. And my mom was crying for me on the side. How I wanted to shake off those two damn soldiers and run to hug her.
The soldiers threw me heavily into the room and my left cheek hit the floor hard. They locked the door from the outside and left. I lay still on the cold floor shedding tears wondering what my dad would do with my wolf at night.
Many hours passed before the lock on the door was opened. A long figure was cast on the ground. It was Dad coming, I could smell him, and there was another one behind him.
"Come with me." Dad took my arm and yanked me up off the ground.
It was then that I noticed the elderly man behind him was the same one from earlier in the day.
I followed them silently. It must have been late at night, a full moon hung high in the sky, and the tribe was shrouded in silence, with lights turned off in every home.
I followed them into the woods. Dad looked up at the sky and commented on how round the moon was.
"Dad, why do you bring me here?" I asked. At that moment, I hadn't grasped the cruel fate that was about to befall me.
"Good girl, keep quiet." Dad led me to a huge banyan tree, he grabbed my shoulders and pressed down hard.
"Ouch! That hurts!" There was a cracking sound, my leg bone broke, and I slumped under the tree.
"Keep Quiet!" Dad yelled at me. Then he gave the old man next to him a look.
That's when I noticed that the old man was carrying a large sack in his hand. The old man took a chain out of the sack and gave it to Dad. Dad used the chain to tie me to the tree trunk.
"Dad! What are you doing?!!!" I desperately struggled and yelled.
" Smack!" Dad slapped me so hard, causing stars to dance before my eyes. Then Dad took a piece of cloth out of the sack and shoved it into my mouth.
The old man knelt on the ground, took a bottle of potion and a silver knife from the cloth bag, and laid them on the ground.
Dad took the bottle of potion and sprinkled it on my head, which was filled with an herbal odor. Next, he knelt in front of me and recited an incantation I had never heard before. It was something completely foreign to werewolves and I wondered where he had learned it. After reciting a few simple lines, he picked up the silver knife and stood up.
The silver knife glinted brightly under the moonlight, its sharp blade inching closer and closer to my head. I trembled uncontrollably, silently praying for my dad to stop. The next second, I felt a searing pain on top of my head, and warm liquid flowed down—it was my blood!
Dad threw the knife to the ground. He placed his hand on the top of my head and a strong suction made my hair stand on end. I had a splitting headache. My strength was being drained by him, and my body growing weaker by the moment. I felt so cold that I couldn’t stop shivering. My wolf was crying, she was in as much pain as I was at the moment. Dad was killing her. My senses started fading, my vision blurred, and the only thing I could make out was the glass-like orb in the sky—it was the moon.
Before my last bit of consciousness faded, I heard my dad's voice in my ears, "Tell the Alpha King that this matter has been handled properly, and there’s nothing to worry about."
Then, my world was plunged into darkness.
Since then, I’ve become a human, a scarred one.It's been two years since I lost my wolf. Rather than saying she died, it's more accurate to say she entered an indefinite slumber. I can sense her faint presence, but she can't make a sound.Since that full moon night two years ago, my body stopped growing. I'm thin, with a flat chest and small hips that lack curves. My hair is dry, my skin is rough, and I have dark circles under my eyes. To make matters worse, I was left with a scar on the top of my head and no more hair grew there. I looked like I had a very serious illness. Many people thought I was under a curse.During these two years, I endured countless injustices. The people in the tribe hated me. They loathed me for being a weak human. They loathe me for being an ominous person. They always made me do all sorts of menial jobs, and if I ever dare to protest, they would lock me up in a small dark room and beat me up. Without my wolf, I was no match for them. But I carried a small
Charlotte Moore's POVI opened my eyes, the corners of my mouth curving into a small crack of a smile . I had a dream last night that Liam and I were mates, that after we mated, my wolf awakened, that I regained my powers, that my appearance became voluptuous and attractive, and that everyone in the tribe became kind at me as they used to be two years ago. This dream felt like a good omen.I quickly got out of bed. Putting on a blue polka dot shirt with a Peter Pan neckline and a long white cotton skirt that Liam had given me as a gift for my fifteenth birthday, I hoped that it would conjure up our past fond memories in his mind. He hadn't given me any gifts since two years ago, which made me a little sad. But that's okay, I mentally cheer myself up. Once we become mates, everything can be as good as it used to be.Humming a tune, I walked down the stairs at a brisk pace and made my way to the kitchen. My mom was making me a cake there."Dear, happy birthday," Mom warmly greeted me. T
Charlotte Moore's POVMy mother's scream drew my father to the scene, along with two soldiers, one plump and one skinny."Come on, get dressed!" my father shouted at me.I put on a loose blue-gray striped pajama set. The two soldiers escorted me all the way to the basement – the Silver Dungeon.I was thrown into the innermost cell. The innermost cells were reserved for those sentenced to death, deprived of daylight and even a small window. Puddles of dirty water formed on the floor, and the cell contained only a long bench, no bed. Two hook locks hung from the ceiling, spaced about 1.5 meters apart. Each lock had an iron chain, and my hands were bound to these chains. My arms were in a V shape, and my feet were about five centimeters off the ground. My entire body weight rested on my arms, and soon my arms started to ache unbearably.Throughout the entire afternoon, I hadn't had a drop of water, nor a single grain of rice, nor seen a single person. I hung in the darkness, slowly being
Sebastian Ryan's POVI will find that girl, that ominous girl.I will capture her.I will kill her!My misfortune all started because of her.For these two years, every full moon night, I transformed into a brutal, bloodthirsty beast. People have witnessed me roaming the wilderness, slaughtering any living being I come across. Like being possessed, I have lost all the memories of these full moon nights afterwards—where I went, what I did—it's all told to me by others.It's been two years, and I've spent a total of 24 nightmarish full moon nights.I still remember it was a full moon night when Alpha Morgan sent someone to report to me that he had killed the two-tailed wolf and that his daughter, Charlotte Moore, had been turned into a human. Late that night, for the first time in a full moon, I felt something unusual, at first I just felt a little headache, and my body was hot and dry. I didn't take it seriously at the time, I just assumed it was a symptom of being in heat. I'm 32 year
Charlotte Moore's POVMy wolf's voice whispered encouragement in my mind, urging me not to give up. As the full moon rose higher in the sky, a glimmer of hope stirred within me. I clung to the thought that someone was searching for me, that I wasn't entirely alone in this nightmare.The fire crackled beneath me, its heat intensifying. I closed my eyes, feeling the flames licking at my skin. Just when the pain became unbearable, in the distance, a figure was rushing towards me. I recognized her – my mother. She was coming to save me!She pushed a handcart filled with buckets of water. Lifting the buckets, she doused the flames, extinguishing the growing fire. After setting the bucket down, she stepped onto the smoking pile of wood, disregarding the searing pain in her feet. With one powerful strike, she severed the iron chains that bound me. I fell into her embrace. She held me tightly and carried me out of the blazing woodpile."My poor child, run away now," she cried, handing me a po
Alpha Morgan's POVMy claws sliced through her throat, warm blood gushed out, soaking my palm.I looked across the riverbank; Charlotte had disappeared into the dense woods, leaving no trace behind."Alpha, should we continue to chase her?" Collins, one of my loyal soldiers, asked.I sniffed the air; Charlotte's scent had vanished.I shook my head, signaling to Collins, "No need. Clean up this place. It won't be long before the rogues come following the scent of blood."I carried Catherine's cold body and headed back. A hundred meters to the east, Gamma Marcus was leading a group of warriors in search of Alpha King. When they spotted me, they quickened their pace to meet me. Upon seeing Catherine in my arms, they all stopped in their tracks, frozen in place.Marcus approached and asked what had happened."Charlotte escaped while we were away searching for Alpha King. Luna went after her..." My voice choked, and tears streamed down my face. "Charlotte killed Catherine. When I arrived,
Charlotte Moore's POVHe transformed back into his human form. He held me tightly, searching for my lips in the darkness. His hands gently removed my clothes, and he caressed my scarred skin. When he learned the origin of my scars, he bent down and softly kissed them. His beard grazed my skin, making me slightly ticklish.His kisses seemed to have a magical power, erasing all the physical pain from my body. My arms were no longer sore, and the burns on my skin from the scorching iron chains no longer hurt.In the dimly lit cave, we made love. His touches, his caresses, his kisses, and his thrusts drove me wild. He gave me the most wonderful experience of intimacy. As we cum, I made him mark me on the back of my neck. When his teeth pierced my skin, I felt an unprecedented sense of joy and satisfaction. I let out a moan of the utmost pleasure.This dark cave felt like heaven to me. At the spot he marked, a powerful force surged into my body. It was the power of the mate bond, awakening
Charlotte Moore's POVAfter a while, I didn't feel the anticipated pain of my throat being cut. I slowly opened my eyes and found that Sebastian was no longer there. I dressed and walked out of the cave, only to see him standing by the river, talking to someone on the phone.I tiptoed, hoping to slip away unnoticed. I had only walked less than ten meters when he shouted at me."Where are you going? Did you think I'd let you go so easily?"I turned around slowly, nervously licked my lips, waved my hand, and said, "I'm not trying to escape, I just wanted to get some fresh air.""We'll wait here for a while. My Beta will be here to pick us up soon,"I gave him an OK sign, then dejectedly sat on a large rock. I picked up a twig and absentmindedly toyed with the ants crawling on the ground."Keith, what do you think he'll do to me when he takes me back to the castle?" I woke Keith from her slumber."I don't know," Keith's weak voice echoed in my mind again."Do you think he'll reject us?"