LOGINThe bright light from the overhead lamps flooded the room, causing me to turn my face away so it won't hurt my eyes.
My entire body was in pain. My bones felt as though they were broken, and my throat was so dry of thirst.
When I finally opened my eyes, fear gripped me as I realize this place was unfamiliar.I had no idea where I was.
I saw a person sitting nearby as I attempted to sit up.
I massaged my eyes with my hands until I could see clerly, that was when I saw them: his ice blue eyes, that took my breath away and sent shivers down my spine.
Goosebumps appeared on my skin, and my body trembled.
His eyes pierced through my soul, and for a moment, I wished I could stay here forever.
"Hey," he said, smiling. "Glad you're awake."
I forced myself to sit up as I look around for water. He must have sensed it because he immediately stood up, grabbed a jar from the table, poured water into a cup, and brought it to me.
I immediately grabbed the glass and drank as if my life depended on it.
"Slow down," he said, but I was too thirsty to listen.
When I eventually set down the empty cup, he shook his head and smiled. He then grabbed the cup from me and handed me a cloth to clean myself.
Although the water helped, my head still hurts and the pain lasted.
"Where am I?" I gently asked.
"My home." He answered as he leaned back in his chair and looked at me. "You have been unconscious for the past five days."
I swallowed hard and rubbed my temples as I begin to remember.
I sighed, recalling the last thing I saw before losing consciousness.
The symbols,
The tunnel, and
The voice that named me a 'child of prophesy.'
My heart pounding as I turned to face the man before me. "Who are you?"
Just as he was about to respond, the door flew open and Delta Gareth walked in, escorted by several Guards.
"There she is!" he yelled with a rage-filled voice. "Seize them both!"
The guards moved quickly, capturing both me and my mystery man. My heart sank as the guards dragged us both out of the room, ignoring my protests and plea.
The surprising thing was that my mystery man was quiet all through. He didnt even argue or struggle, he just allowed them carry him without a fight.
When we arrived, Alpha Cedric sat on his throne, his piercing eyes full of rage as Gareth pushed us to our knees before him.
"Alpha, we caught them together," Gareth said, his voice full of hate and pride. "This man helped her escape from prison. Perhaps she provided him more than just her trust.
Beta Rhys stepped forward, crossing his arms. "Is she now collaborating with an outsider?"
Selene growled, "She has always been rebellious, and now she conspires with an outsider! his is proof she was never loyal to the pack."
The charges came in quick succession, each more devastating than the one before it.
The Alpha remained silent, his gaze moving between us. He did not ask the man to introduce himself, and he did not offer us an opportunity to speak.
Then, in a terrifying tone, he declared, "For his crime of assisting a prisoner and dishonoring our pack, his arms will be cut off."
A murmur of satisfaction echoed around the room. As the guards prepared to amputate the man's arms, my mystery man looked at me and held my hands, sending shivers down my spine.
As the guard positioned him to amputate his arms, I shouted out in despair, turning to my father. "Father, please! You cannot punish a man simply for being kind to me!"
My voice came out and tears poured down my eyes.
But my request just appeared to infuriate him more.
"You dare call me Father?" he responded with a growl. "His only crime is being kind to you. And for that, he must pay."
He directed a harsh stare at Delta Gareth and that stare was more than a command.
Just as Delta Gareth raised his blade, my mystery man man let out a low, deadly laugh that shot chills down my spine.
"Kneel," he commanded, his voice echoing with authority as he looked Delta Gareth in the eyes.
Against his volition, Gareth obeyed, his body locking in place as if held by an unseen force. His hand trembled as the sword fell.
The room fell silent, and everyone stared in astonishment.
My heart pounded as I watched, my emotions swirling with shock, dread.
How was this possible?
Who was this man, and why does he have such power?
My breath came in quick spurts as I tried to process what had just happened. For the first time in my life, I saw fear in Delta Gareth's eyes, which horrified and interested me.
"That… that was an Alpha command." Beta Rhys voice broke my flow of thought and brought me back to reality as immediately sprang up from his sit.
But Who is this man, really?
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IDRIS POV“What happened to you?” I gasped watching Selene walk up to me.The way she moved was eerie. There was something calculated and cold about the movement of her eyes. Then her clothes.Black.Selene never wore black.There was no veil covering her face. Her dress was bolder and more revealing. Her lips were painted in a bright red that contrasted sharply with the pale white of her skin.“You look like you've seen a ghost.” She chuckled, coming to a stop before me.I didn’t speak at first.I didn't know what to say. For days, I have wondered where Selen went after we both escaped from Caelan and Lyra.There was no sign of her, but now, here she was.I could see this wasn’t the same Selene I waited for. It was too obvious for me to remain blind to that fact.A sudden click drew my attention back to her.She held her hand up in the air, signifying that the sound came from snapping her fingers together.Then there was a swoosh.My eyes widened when a cloud of shadows appeared abov
Caelan – POVThere was nothing left of it. Nothing but silence.It felt like I was standing in the middle of a graveyard, surrounded by buried memories.Who would believe this place was once filled with life? Beauty.As I stood before the gravestones where my parents' names were carved, my mind's eye could envision everything.My father and his Beta are having a meeting, my mother is attending to the pack members, and the children are running around. It used to be such a life.But now, all that struck me was the silence.It was the kind of silence that followed the absence of wandering souls.The last time I stood here was when I was a child.The last day here was the most horrifying day of my life. It left me covered in ash and blood. It was worse that I was a survivor.I believed it would have been better if the war had taken both me and my parents, but I was left to bear it alone. The guilt of being alive has plagued me till this very moment.I lowered myself to the ground and ran







