Isla finally used his hints!! … but let’s not rejoice yet! Lol… Sort of a filler chapter here, but don’t worry. Action is loading… Ha! … See yA!
{Isla’s POV}I lied.I said I wouldn’t stop running until I get to Zitumi’s pack but the thing with that statement is that I wasn’t thinking when I said it. I was panting like a Mac dog now and Zitumi’s pack was still miles away. It would take me days before I got there. That’s one bad news.The second bad news, I’m all alone, and traveling alone isn’t exactly my thing. It’s not always friendly on me.Note, I’m not scared. I’m just bored and it only gets worse. I’ve only traveled alone twice. One, was when Cayden had sent me out of his Alpha mansion at GreyHill, and two was when he had tricked me and led the Lycans to chase him instead of both of us.So yeah, I’m not used to traveling alone. It would be nice to have someone with me even if it’s a vulture or a weasel or a Rogue. I honestly wouldn’t mind anything or anybody if it—“My Queen.” A voice said.“AHhhhh!!!” I jumped away and slammed into a tree. My heart rate immediately went from 60 beats per minute to 1000.With a bobbing
{Isla’s POV}I made my way into the Zitumi’s pack with dread filling my lungs. This was the place where my mistake— my presence, had caused the death of an entire Pack. I felt guilty, I felt miserable.. and I felt evil. I didn’t come to pay my respects to the deceased souls because I was scared to come here, and this made me feel like an evil soul.I paced further in and I grew confused as there was no trace of killing or dead bodies even. The Place just looked deserted and that was all.With my confused self, I kept strolling around and the more I did, the more clueless I was becoming. The day had grown a little bit dark and the evening was creeping in so it wasn’t helping my search. I continued that way until I saw a figure sitting before a campfire with its back turned to me.I paused and stared for a moment, trying to know who was seated there but I couldn’t tell as the figure was clothed in all black like some sort of mage and shit like that.It was a bit huge so I guessed, “Ca
{Isla’s POV}I was perturbed by Cayden’s revelation. I had caused the death of Natgy’s people. She was the last of her kind. It only made sense that Natgy was from a mysterious Pack in the south who practiced voodooism, a people that was rare.— a people I had killed.My heart started to race and tears glossed up my eyes as I stared at Natgy who simultaneously stared at me. She saw how disturbed I had grown and started to creep close to me. She was understanding enough to know that I didn’t wish for the death of her people. But that didn’t make me blame myself less. My ill fate did this so I was responsible for every single blood spill that had happened here.Natgy was almost getting to me when we all heard a voice. It was a male voice— one we couldn’t identify and it made every ongoing action go on hold. “He comes to consume and yet you sleep.” We all paused and looked into the darkness around us to see who had spoken such chilling words. I threw my claws out, studied the silenc
{Isla’s POV}I didn’t let Natgy’s words linger on my mind for long.“When you finally meet the Lycan King, don’t hate him as much.” What was that supposed to even mean? I’mma hate that Wretch and send him to his grave with intense hatred.I continued on my way towards the Palace, leading a team of three men behind me.One strong one.One disabled one.One chickened one—- if there’s any word like chicken.It was the weirdest combo ever but we’ll deal with it. I’ll deal with it. I needed to return to the Palace fast as I knew my mum would be worried sick about me by now. It wouldn’t be a shocker if I found out that she had sent guards to start looking for me by now. But I knew Ralph and Kayla already had an idea that I wanted to do something. They just didn’t know what it was. But whether they knew or they didn’t, whether my mum was worried or she wasn’t, all those weren’t important right now.What was important was the fact that the Lycans were already in the Reigns… and we needed t
{Isla’s POV}“You know what I think?” Cayden said as we inched towards the Palace gates. I turned to look at him, confused by his words. “What?”“I think I know one of the people you shouldn’t trust.” Cayden said.“You think?” I asked. “Well, let’s hear it then.” I gave him consent to speak and turned my gaze forward as we kept shifting towards the gates. The Gate Sentries had spotted us now and despite the weird mix, despite the fact that a Lycan, a rogue, and Cayden— who was still considered a traitor, were strolling towards them, they didn’t react harshly because they saw me too. They tensed at the sight of me and it made me feel proud of myself as the Queen.It’s a rare occasion that I take a pause to praise myself for how far I’ve come as Queen— the first sole Queen the Reigns has ever had.“Ralph.” I heard Cayden say. “You shouldn’t trust that Cunt.” With Cayden’s words, I found myself halting and turning to glare at him. “What did you say?” I quizzed. “I don’t think you shou
{Isla’s POV}For the first time since I became Queen, I felt like Isla— just Isla.My mum really thought I was not stable— misbehaving as a result of Carlot's death. She really didn’t believe I was truly mentally sane.I get it. Carlot was my Dad’s best friend— even though he didn’t know it, and I loved my Dad so much to the extent that I fancied whoever he fancied. And he fancied Carlot. But I really bonded with Carlot because of his oddly unique personality. How he acted odd when he was supposed to act normal and acted normal when he was supposed to be odd. He was the funniest without even trying and his death broke me down in so many ways. But that’s why I’m still sane— sane enough to want to get vengeance for him and end every other case of criminality and injustice in Reigns.But my mum wasn’t seeing it that way. She didn’t even want to entertain the information I had gathered over at Zitumi’s Pack.“You’ll love Kayla’s Plan,” is what she had told me and now, we were in the court
{Isla’s POV}I sighed for the hundredth time and yawned for the thousandth time in exhaustion. I had just finished a private but lengthy court meeting with some selected council elders.This Plan has to work. I paced onwards until I got outside to the field where the warriors and Generals were. “Is the migration complete?” I asked Kayla. She’s made it a habit of following me around since I got back from my outing at Zitumi’s Pack.Maybe she’s finally growing up, finally realizing there is more to being an Alpha blood. With this devotion of hers, maybe we can grow back our sister relationship after we win this war.— I hope we win the war.What am I saying? We will win the war. It’s the ultimate Vengeance I can get for my father’s death.“Yes, my Queen. The last of them just cleared the Central and Northern reigns.” She said, checking the files in her grasp.Good. Now, the next thing…We got to the vast Arena field where almost the entire populace of warriors were gathered.A platfo
{Isla’s POV} We were marching through the woods, silence on our lips but our feet roaring with thuds. It was only a matter of time before our lips would tear into the silence with war cries and our claws would be swung into the air to spill blood.But for now, there was still serenity. However, the serenity wasn’t for me. Unlike everyone else traveling through the forest, my enemy wasn’t just the Lycans and their King. I had other enemies— unknown enemies and I had to fish them out before they would do more damage.I had to separate those I knew I could trust from those I suspected to be dubious. And to start identifying the iffy ones, I turned to my left. “Ralph,” I called.Ralph tuned out from the conversation he was having with Emkay and turned towards my direction. He immediately strolled over to meet me. “Yes, my Queen.”I had a frown on but then I smiled. “You regard me this way so often that I’ve gotten used to it. It no longer sounds strange hearing you call me, ‘my Queen”.