It was a beautiful morning, even though the events of the past night made one question this writer. The sun had come out for work earlier than usual, shining so brightly, as if it was a typical Christmas morning. The birds, not left out, kept on chirping, as if they had a glimpse of what was to come. The sky was a clear blue, the color more overwhelming than that worn by the blues of London. The air, as always had been, was crisp and fresh. Everything seemed to point to a day whose story would be told with care and time.
Damon had woken up to the sound of birds singing and the gentle breeze blowing through his hair. Those songs reminded him of Grace."Sometimes I wonder if we really do have the same blood flowing through our veins," he had sarcastically said to her, laughing. "I don't understand why you sing like the angels, yet I don't, not even if I had to save my life by singing.""Come on, Damon, we all have got our strength. Like you, I would love to play the keyboard so effortlessly, but even if I try learning, I can never beat you to it," she responded to him, managing a grim smile.Like the birds, Grace was one hell of a singer. She made music look so underrated. "Even Tatiana would pay over the odds just to watch and hear you sing," he said to her. "You're damn good!""One day, I would love to sing on the biggest stage. Nothing is going to beat that," she had shared her dream with him, sounding really confident."You will, and I will be there cheering you on, making sure everyone knows we're blood!," he said to her, sounding very, just like her, confident."Damn it!," he quietly let out his frustration, still struggling to come to terms with the reality that she was no more. Death had dealt him a cruel blow!He tried to stretch his arms and legs, but quickly realized that he could not extend them. Curious, he thoroughly looked around the place, surprised at what his eyes beheld. He had been locked up in a cell, one that barely held a human being less his size. Confused, he tried to look through the cell, but there was only little his eyes could behold. There were other cells there, but he could not find anyone in them."Hello! Anyone here?," he asked, more in hope than in expectation.He got no response.He tried to figure out how he had gotten in there, but nothing was forthcoming. The only thing he remembered was that he had frustratedly tried to get the attention of the pack that had rescued him, but no one seemed interested in saying a word to him…well, that was someone gave out the order…"Put him to rest," he had said.He remembered one of the men coming across to him and hitting him on the head with something, even though he had no idea what it was. Quickly, he reached for his forehead, trying to see if he felt any pain."Ouch!," he said, writhing in pain."Hello! Anyone here!?," he said again, desperate, but no one seemed to have heard him. Determined to get out, he started banging on the ironing door, hitting it so hard, but it wouldn't budge. He was trapped."Fuck!," he let out, as his hands hit a nail that was adjoined to the iron. He sat back, confused, not sure what else to do. He lay back down, taking out his frustration on nature.:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::"Father, you sent for me," Fidelis began, curious. It was unlike Lord Cage to reach out to him, especially that early. The alpha would never see anyone until the sun had gone to work. Nothing was more important to him than an early morning yoga session, one he had tried to convince Fidelis and his sister, Alicia, into becoming specialists in."Nothing is more fragile than an untrained mind," he would begin his long speech on how the mind worked. "If you let it wander, you would have lost it before you even realized," he would add.But no matter what he said, Fidelis and Alicia always had a different view about the mind. "We'll try," they would jointly say to him in reply, but they never tried. "Everyone has their path; yoga is not mine," Alicia would say to Fidelis."What happened last night?," he just said to him, concentrating on his yoga session."I have no idea what you speak of, father," Fidelis said, surprised."Where did you take your friends and some of the pack to last night?," he continued probing, still maintaining calm."Oh, that?," he said, heaving a sigh of relief. "We had to go haunting; you know we haven't done that in a while."Who did you return with?," he asked."My friends and the others," he said, wearing a worried look. He had no idea why he had asked the question. Certainly, he was up to something."Don't lie to me, son," he said, finally turning around to look at him. Even though he looked fiery, Lord Cage was everything but. Sometimes, Fidelis was left wondering how he had never lost a battle despite displaying the character of a child. He always ensured to carry a joke with him, even when there was nothing to laugh about."Life is not as damning as we make it look," he would say in response. "A smile is a more deadly weapon of war than a wolf's bite, for it helps you defeat your enemy while leaving them thinking they still got a fight in them."Lesson learned!"Father, I don't…""Don't lie to me!," he cut him short. "Who is he?," he said, looking more sternly at him.He had seen them when they returned last night. He watched on as they carried Damon, looking like one with no life, away to the prison block.Lord Cage has always been very worried about Fidelis. He felt that he was always a decision away from messing things up."He always seems to make the wrong choices," he confided in his old mate, Duffy."Give him time, the boy will come good. Remember, you were not always like this," Duffy would say.Time was one luxury Lord Cage believed he didn't have in his treasury. He could feel an attack coming, one that was going to be fatal, and he felt his son wasn't even ready for it. Privately, he wished Alicia was a man. She was to him everything Fidelis was not; everything he had hoped he would be. That was why he always confided in her whenever he had a very tough decision to make."I see myself in her," he told Duffy."Be careful what you wish for, my friend," said Duffy, who was a firm believer in Fidelis. "Remember the prophecy.""Okay, father, you win," he said, tired of trying to cover his tracks. "We captured him as we hunted. He looked so lost and couldn't even walk, so we had to bring him with us. I know you're upset, father, but I could not leave him there. He was going to die," he tried to explain to him.Lord Cage stayed quiet for a while, just staring at nothing before him. Somehow, he liked the fact that he had helped a stranger, but then, it felt like a risky adventure."He could be an enemy!," he said, turning the heat on him."I don't think he is, father. But even if I'm wrong about him, he can't escape. He's in the cell, and will only get out when you give the command.""Where is Alicia?," he asked."With the swordsmen," he said."Go get her. And don't return," he added behind him.******************************************************He found her still training with the swordsmen."Hey, don't hit him that way; you, defend against the attack, your back's against the wall. Attack!!!," she rolled out orders to them.Alicia, like her father, was a huge fan of the combat skills. She, from an early age, had always trained with the swordsmen. She had even given herself to more intense sessions. Sometimes, she needed Lord Cage to remind her that she was just a woman, not like one of those swordsmen, "who had balls and huge fists," as he always put it.But none of that seemed to deter her. Instead, she worked harder to prove him wrong. She always made sure to remind him that strength was not in appearance, but about the sacrifices one was willing to put in to reach a goal. Everyday, she kept on training, increasing her intensity until she had become, not just a lord of the sword, but the leader of the swordsmen. Determined to ensure she was not the only lady who knew the art of the sword, she had begun to recruit other female wolves, making sure they, too, could fight with the sword. He knew it wasn't her fault; their father, the alpha, seemed to prefer her combat skills to his hunting expeditions with his friends."Hey," Fidelis said to her, finally walking up to her. He had watched her bark oyut orders to those she trained, smiling as she did. He loved his little sister, even though she seemed to have their father's wear more than he did."Hey, brother," she said to him, surprised to find him there. "Surely, you must have lost your way," she said to him, chuckling. He briefly joined her."You know I wouldn't even come here if it wasn't important. Father demands your presence," he said to her."Now?," she asked, surprised."Yes," he said."That's hard to believe!," she continued. "The alpha doesn't trade his yoga sessions for nobody.""Well, he just broke his rule.""Then I must hurry," she said. She quickly passed on a few instructions to the ladies before she walked away, leaving Fidelis behind."Father," she began, as she took a couple of steps closer to him."I need you to do something for me," he just said to her."What?."******************************************************It was already past two hours, yet no one had showed up. Damon grew increasingly weak, hungry and thirsty as he contemplated his next action. His wound from trying to break free from the cell was starting to hurt really bad. He could barely move that hand freely. Hey, that didn't stop him from banging on the cell door again, shouting as he did."Fuck!," he let out, frustrated that he had the same outcome.Just when he thought no one was going to show up, a lady appeared with food and medicine for him, accompanied by one of the men that had accompanied Fidelis for the hunting. It was he who had helped him on his feet that night."I recognize you!," he quickly said to him.He said nothing to him."Why am I locked up here!?," he asked, looking angry."Hey," she said, passing him the food, through a tiny hole, "you need this; eat for strength.""What the fuck am I doing locked up here!?," he asked, still angry."You're bleeding," she said, calling his attention to his bloody hands. Her eyes glowed as she looked at them, but she quickly subdued her emotion. "Open it," she said, looking at the fella that came with her."You're sure about this?," he whispered to her, unconvinced."Open it, I've got this," she said again."You're lucky it's not too deep," she said to him, as she attended to him."Who are you?," she asked, looking subdued."You should eat now; you need every strength you can get," she said to him. She watched on as he ate. "I'll be back later," she said to him, as she locked the cell.Damon was grateful for her help, but he couldn't help but wonder who she was and why she had dealt with him so kindly."Who are you?," he asked again, but she wouldn't answer. She just smiled at him and left.Damon was left alone again, but at least, he wasn't hungry or in pain anymore. In his loneliness, he couldn't help but think about her.She had done something to him, one that left him lost for words….Time will tell…Maybe…Just maybe…."I have made up my mind, Alicia. We need to get rid of that stranger. I believe he is a spy from another pack, and he's here to sabotage us," Lord Cage said to her. He had sent Alicia to go check on him at the cell earlier. "Find out who he is and who he works for," he had instructed her.She had returned looking less suspicious about him. "I don't think he is someone we should be worried about, father," she had said to him. Even though she was not completely convinced about that, she felt he was just a harmless prisoner, a victim of circumstance. Somehow, she felt connected to his story without even knowing what it was."Did you find out from him?," he had asked her, surprised that she had been too quick to judge him in such a manner."No, father, I was busy attending to his wound that I forgot, but he seems harmless and…""I can't believe you're saying this, Alicia!," he said, disappointed."I'm sorry, father," she said.Ignoring her, he went on: "Here is my judgment: The prisoner w
"Yes," he said, looking at her with such surprise on his face."What?," she asked, finally realizing that he had his eyes on her."Why are you interested about him?.""I'm not!," she argued, looking away."Then why you interested in him? Don't lie to me," he said. He knew she was lying, for her reaction had given her away."I have nothing to hide," she said, still avoiding contact with his searching eyes."I believe you," he sarcastically said. "I should be back with my friends; my time is done here," he said, turning to walk away from her.She watched on in desperation as he took a couple of steps away from her."Wait, please," she said, running in his direction. As she watched him gradually walk away from her, Lord Cage's words seemed to reverberate more in her mind…."A fortnight, that's all you've got to convince me that he's not what and who I think he is. If nothing comes out after that, I will kill him myself.""What!," he asked, too angry to look at her."I shouldn't have lied
"Who I am doesn't matter; I wanna help you," she said to him, ignoring his question."Help me?," he asked, trying not to laugh. Clearly, he considered her statement quite funny. She didn't look to him like one who could offer him the kind of help he wanted. He believed his life meant nothing if he didn't avenge the death of his pack. Only the head of Lord Zack, delivered in a pot of boiling water, would satisfy him. "You can't help me," he added, looking very angry."Damon," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "I need to know the truth. Who are you really?."Damon hesitated for a moment, contemplating if she deserved to be told the truth or not. Even though she had dealt with him kindly, he wasn't sure he could trust her."Don't be fooled by kindness, for it is a weapon of destruction," his father, Lord Savage, had once warned him."Please, Damon, I need to know the truth," she said again, sounding desperate."I can't trust you with the truth," he just said, avoiding contact with
Lord Cage’s eyes blazed with fury as he looked down at the stranger, Damon, who had dared to attack his daughter, Alicia. The crowd had gathered around them, eager to see the punishment that would be meted out to him."Alicia, you must come with me quickly!" Zed had come running to her, bearing the news of the alpha's intention to have "the stranger severely punished," as he put it. "He doesn't look like he's going to escape his wrath," he added.Quickly, Alicia stopped her training with the girls and ran with him, outpacing him. Her heart kept on skipping beats as she ran, scared that he would be dead she reached them."That motherfucker!," she shouted as she ran, making reference to Fidelis. Again, he had proven to her that he couldn't be trusted. He had clearly told the alpha about the attack."She got there right on time, just as Lord Cage was about to say the words…“Bring me the whip,” he commanded, his voice cold and hard."Father!," she shouted, as he threw the first whip.Ali
"You don't seem happy about your decision to let him go," Duffy said to h, as he watched him stare into the empty space Alicia had disappeared from. Occasionally, he would shake his head, as if he disapproved of his own decision."Do you think I did the right thing by reneging on my decision?," he said, making reference to the stranger."You always do the right thing, Lord Cage.""Don't patronize me, Duffy, please," he said, unimpressed. "All I want is the truth." He knew Duffy better than any. He wouldn't do anything to hurt the alpha, for he never saw any fault in him, no matter what he did."I speak the truth," Duffy said."Tell me what you know about the stranger's key. I wanna know why he decided to hide it under a necklace," he said, dangling it before him."I have heard ancient stories about the key. Only a few people have ever been known to have it. If the stranger has it, then it means he is like us.""Is that all?," he asked, anxious."He must be the son of an alpha," he add
The sun shone brightly in the sky, casting a warm glow over the forest. The leaves rustled gently in the breeze, and birds chirped merrily in the trees. Lord Zack lay on his bed, his breathing shallow and labored. His son, Frederick, stood by his side, tears streaming down his face.“Father,” Frederick said, his voice choked with emotion. “Please don’t leave me.”Even he knew that was a waste of a request. Death was knocking so hard on the alpha's door, and it was going back until its host answered the door. Not in his wildest dream did he imagine that lord Zack, the almighty lord Zack, one who has never known the taste of defeat, would lay before death, incapable of fighting back, or barking out the 'attack' order. To think that it was 'just an ordinary brain tumor,' as the alpha had dismissively put it, was all the more overwhelming. The same alpha who had wholesomely defeated all that stood in his way couldn't even raise his fist against an 'ordinary disease.'The reality of the fi
The night was dark and cold. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the only light came from the stars. The wind was howling, and the trees were creaking. The temperature was below freezing, and the air was biting. The ground was covered in a thick layer of snow, which crunched underfoot.Emily was running away from those who had attacked and killed all her pack, including her boyfriend, Jack. Oh, Jack, if only she could just stop and let the tears have a free reign, but even that was death's knock. She was terrified and alone, with no one to turn to. She could hear the sound of footsteps behind her, and she knew that they were getting closer. She stumbled over a fallen branch and fell to the ground. Even though it hurt so bad, she knew there was no time to nurse her pain. She quickly got up and continued running.As she ran, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her breath came out in short gasps, and she could feel the cold air burning her lungs. She could see her brea
Damon was sitting on a rock that evening, staring at the sky. What a day he had had. Lord Cage had hosted some friends earlier that day. There was a lot of feasting at his chamber.Chandler had come to Damon looking upset. Immediately, Damon knew he was in for some chiding."Lord Cage wants you at his chamber immediately," he announced to Damon."Why does he want me?," a curious looking Damon had asked. Since he became one of the omegas serving at the lord's table, he had never asked to meet him. 'He must have told one of his friends about me,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe one of them knows about me,' he continued. The mere thought of that only heightened his anxiety."That's not for me to say," Chandler said. "You are a couple of steps away from finding out," he added and walked away."You've got nothing to worry about, mate," Tom, one of the omegas that served with him, said to him, as he tried to dismiss his fear.Tom was the only one that he found for company. They seemed to shar