“Mother!” Ivorie nearly screamed as she sprang up to her feet and lunged herself into her mother. They locked themselves in a tight embrace.“Oh…my priceless jewel.” The older woman groaned.She squeezed her daughter into her embrace, holding her like she wouldn't let her go ever again. Ivorie, for the first time in a long time, felt protected. She was finally in the embrace of someone she could confide in, someone who understood her.She has been independent and strong on her own, standing firm and keeping her ground. All those resolve seemed to suddenly dissolved in her mother's arms. All the toughness, the wit, they all broke down into torrents of tears welling from her eyes.“Mother…” she cried, “I didn't do it…” “I know…I know…” Luna Ivy said, patting and rubbing her back.“You would never do such a thing, you are my little white rose. You would never do such evil.” She said assuredly.That seemed to calm Ivorie down a bit as she stopped sobbing.“Quick, I don't have much time.
Regan sighed deeply as he alighted from the carriage that had brought him to the southern border of the pack. This was where the warriors sent by Alpha Jared had landed at. He was only here to assess and mark them so they could officially become Cresthowl pack warriors.No werewolf is welcomed into a pack unless he is from that particular pack. And if he isn't, he has to be marked as a member of that pack otherwise, he would be recognized as a trespasser.As Regan strode towards the contingent building of the southern warriors, his mind flashed to when he was just coming here.When he was in his carriage, he had a glimpse of the talked about hardship of the pack members. He had seen the suffering they were going through as the carriage rode through the streets.Beggars were littered at every junction, both old and young. The markets were close to empty. They were a total contrast to what he remembered of them the last time he was there, which was when he was so young and still a pri
Regan's boot sank into the ground as he landed from his carriage. He ignored the greetings of the castle workers blatantly as he stomped towards the main building. It was written all over his manner of walking that he was here for straight business.The guards at the entrance of the castle main building were smart enough to open the door as soon as their eyes landed on their Alpha stomping towards them.Even as they bowed to greet him and he ignored them, they left their heads that way until they were sure he had gone past them a good distance.“Alpha!” Estan called from the stairway as he descended hurriedly. That was the only time Regan slowed his tracks.“Where's my Luna?” He asked in a gruff voice as his Beta got to him.Estan's eyes darted around before answering, “What's going on?” He asked confusedly.“I want the Luna out of the dungeon and taken care of this instant, Beta!” Regan growled, making Estan stand upright.“Yes, Alpha!” He answered and dashed off.He lowered his head
“Alpha…I would like to apologise on behalf of my fellow Elder. Er…what he did was…” Elder Callen's words were cut off by Regan.“He committed a despicable crime, Elder, he would pay for it. There's nothing, not even your plea, that can save him from that.” Regan said dismissively. He was apparently still in rage.Who wouldn't be? This was an utter betrayal. A treasonous act of the highest order. He had been stabbed in the back by his own subjects, people he had thought he could trust in running the pack with.“I know, Alpha. I…I just want you not to act based on your rage. You need to punish him according to the laid down law so the people will not see you as a wicked Alpha.” Elder Callen said softly.Regan gazed at him longingly. For a moment, he thought if he would also betray him. He doubted that.There were some people whose loyalty weren't questionable and waverable. One of those people was Elder Callen. He had served Regan's father till his last breath and still continued his se
“Quick, get him to the infirmary!” Regan bellowed at the guards standing by.Immediately, both of them bent over and carried Estan's unconscious body. That was when Ivorie came running into the dining hall. She had almost collided with the guards as they carried Estan out.Horror and confusion etched on her face as she watched them leave.She faced Regan. “What happened?” She asked tensely.Regan walked past her, following the guards.“I have no idea.” He answered gravely. They both followed the guards to the infirmary. A few minutes later, Estan was in the inner ward, receiving treatment from the healers while Regan and Estan waited outside – in the waiting room.Regan was seated in an apparently thoughtful manner – his elbows rested on his knees while his jaw rested on his two knuckles.Suddenly, he faced the guard who had mindlinked him.“Tell me what happened,” he said.“I'm not sure what, Alpha. But when they were all eating, he suddenly fell down unconscious. No other signs occ
“What? Is that possible?” She asked, her eyes spelling shock and excitement.Regan nodded, “It has only happened a number of times but we can try our luck.” He said.Ivorie was getting excited. The prospect of having a wolf shot adrenaline through her veins. It was exhilarating.She wouldn't be wolfless again, she wouldn't be regarded as weak.“So, how can it be done? When can we begin?” She asked, rasping excitedly.Regan gestured with his hands, “You have to relax…” he was suddenly cut off by the sound of a voice in his head.‘Alpha, Beta Estan has regained consciousness.’ Shaerah's voice echoed in his head.He immediately stood up, although not responding.“What's wrong?” Asked Ivorie, her worried gaze following him.“It's Estan, he's awake.” He told her and made his way towards the exit.“Should I come along?” She asked, desperate to know what he had to say about finding her wolf.Unfortunately, Regan shook his head as he walked out.Regan made his way to the infirmary. He knew th
Ivorie's scream echoed in the silent Archives hall. By instincts, she dived to the side, avoiding Martin's fangs by a heartbeat.Ivorie wasted no time. She dashed towards the direction she had dived to and bolted. That was what her brain could give her at the moment– run.“Help!” She yelped, hoping someone would hear her screams and come to her rescue. She stumbled upon shelves as she ran, not daring to look back.Suddenly, as she made a turn by a shelf, she came face to face with Martin.The scream of horror that escaped her mouth was almost deafening.Martin roared loudly, displaying his horrid fangs and gold glowing eyes. He grabbed her by the shoulders, gripping her with his claws.Ivorie wailed, her eyes widened in horror.She had been caught.She gasped once, her breath seemingly failing her. She gasped again for breath and again. It was as though her consciousness was slipping from her.She became scared. The fear in her was at its peak. It was at the point where she couldn't
“Urgh!” Martin groaned loudly as blood spewed out of his mouth, splattering the floor with crimson hue.He was in a dungeon, strapped to a metal chair where he was receiving punishment from Regan and Estan.The duo were standing before him, Regan's fist was stained with the guard’s blood as he glared at him with peak killing intent.“He won't say anything.” Estan remarked, equally frustrated as Regan was.Martin raised his head and faced them, grinning from ear to ear. His blooded mouth gave him an irritating look.They had been at it for two days since he had been detained, trying to get information out of him. His stubbornness was peak and he hadn't given in to their tortures.“How are we supposed to know why he wanted to kill my wife? And who sent him. For all we know, he might even know something about Jenna's whereabouts.” Regan said, his veins popping out from his neck.Estan nodded slowly. “You think he is working for Jenna?” He asked.“I know it.” Regan maintained. He went o