November's Point of View“So care to tell what are you doing here, Novy?” Zeus asked. Novy? Why did it sound so amazing? “I…I don’t really. It was my other wolf.”“Hmm… at least she made sure you were safe,” he says, as if he can read exactly where my mind is. “She brought you to the only place where dragons won’t hunt: a dragon’s nest.”I rolled my eyes. Safe? For real? How many times have I gotten knocked out?“You mean a dragon’s living room,” I mutter, glancing at the throne. Zeus’s mouth tips, almost a smile, like he wants to laugh but is saving it for when I’m not shaking. “Living room, then.”The old King looked at me. “You were carrying two wolves. That’s odd.”“I… yeah.” My throat thins. “And both of them are at rest.”“And you, Zeus, you claim her as a mate? You said you rescued her after the rejection and addiction of Wolfnip, right?”“Yes Grandpa,” Zeus replied, scratching his head. Big old Grandpa stood up and took his crane beside his throne and before Zeus could e
November's Point of ViewI woke up inside an entirely new room. It was one hell of a room, and I thought it belonged to royalty. I think I never belong to it, as if my existence was stained in this pristine luxury room. Okay, I might be exaggerated but honestly, this room was kind of you see in a magazine, Forbes maybe? Ugh I don’t knowNo, seriously. The whole room screamed like I had never belonged in, the stone floor vibrating in slow, patient booms that settled behind my ribs. Heat rolls across my cheeks, dry and clean, like someone ironed the air. For one unglamorous second I think: I thought I was a trespasser, alright. Then the second second arrives, and then I look up at the ceiling and see a red dragon painting the size of a cathedral perched like a suspicious housecat on a throne of crystal. Who the hell painted such enormous paint?Right. The King’s lair. Which is also, apparently, Zeus’s grandpa’s main hall. Wait! I remember Zeus taking me to a room.Don’t ask me how I got
Zeus’s Point of ViewShe was confused. I know, okay? She thought I was at the heard but I was now standing with grandpa who called me last night for an urgent meeting.I had to fight hard for November not for her to die. Having a two wolf in one body was new for me, especially the other one was a moon wolf, the species whom my grandfather’s ancestors hated the mostHe was so annoying, I was trying to explain but he wouldn't shut up. “Granpa, November made a good point, if she stays here then I can teach her how to get along with dragons, with us.” I explained. “And can you make sure she doesn't turn into the monster that killed our ancestors?” Jared pipes in, my other half brother.I run my hand through my hair in frustration. “Yes,” I replied and looked at November who seemed like wanting to cry."Very well," Grandpa said and looked at me."What?""She may stay in the herd," he muttered quickly before he could change his mind. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens and closes several
November's Point of ViewWhen my Iris woke up, she tried hard to stand up despite failing.She growls furiously in my mind and sends blue fire running through my skin where it touches the chains. I feel it warm the metal momentarily before it becomes cold again. Cold Iron was also created to stay a cold temperature, it is nearly impossible to heat past -15 degrees C.I have no idea how it was ever created to be that way, but I do know that this entire room is made of it.This confinement and lack of energy is making her angry, and that is never a good thing. Although my wolf just lay there unbothered and watched Iris like she’s insane. There are three kinds of werewolf, the rabid evolved one, called Lycans which has a thick fur and almost unpenetrable, coward and good rival a dragon was now living with humans. And then the ordinary wolves, those who retain animal form but bigger and stronger but silver is their nemisis. And there’s ancient and magical that already extinct when magic
November’s Point of ViewI gasp at the force behind the old man’s fist, it has me convulsing. The guards have my body pinned against the wall so I am forced to bear the pain.I know he did some damage, I can taste blood in my mouth and his fist hit the bloody gash across my stomach.Pain sears through me and I want to scream but am suddenly distracted as something was trying to take over my body. It tried to push me back, forcing me to sleep.“W-what are you doing!?” I asked my wolf. She didn’t answer. “Hey!”In my pain, I can't hold her back.I slowly feel myself lose control of my limbs until I can just see, hear and feel the pain that still courses through my body.I let out a snarl and my chains are ripped free from the wall. I smash my fist into one guard's face and his body falls onto the floor, completely unconscious.I could only watch as I took the other guard's head between my hands and snapped his neck in seconds. The last guard runs towards me but I deliver a roundhouse
Zeus’s Point of View“Mate? What the hell that supposed to mean?” I growled at my dragon. “We choose her as our second chance mate. Of course she was our mate.”My drgaon rolled his eyes at me.“Ugh, whatever but what you think it mean, Zeus? That girl was your mate and your grandfather was about to torture her!”He snarled at me.Right on que, my grandfather arrived outside of the cube prison which whoever inside couldn’t saw what was outside.“Grandpa? You here,” I said, concern. Even if he looked tough, my grandpa was actually sick.He looked at me.“You personally know the intruder?” He asked.“Yes,” I replied. “She was my chosen mate.”“Your mate now, you stupid,” my dragon roared but I ignored him.“Why you be mates with creature other than wolf or dragon, not especially one like witch? You insane?” He scolded me.“But grandpa, she was a werewolf, okay? She was rejected by her mate so I stepped up and became her mate. I was also rejected and the funny thing was, our matws chosen