ANTONELLA’S POVMy hands and feet were bound and so was my father’s. We have had to take a long walk and were brought to the Eastern Province. The land looked dead, like it had been cursed or something.The moment we crossed over into the border, I felt disconnected to my wolf which made me look at my father with questionable eyes.Freya didn’t seem to need her guards anymore since she had us both right where she wanted up – to be weak and have no means of escape whatsoever.The grass that should have been green like the ones close to it were dried to their roots and they were covered in ash. Thankfully my feet weren’t bare.Freya had my father tied a wooden pole where he would have no means to run off or even try to help me.She then walked towards with and pulled on my arm. She walked up to a place on the field that had this massive hole in it.I didn’t know why there was a hole there but I didn’t really care, I just wanted her to let us go. When we got to the edge, I stared at her
SALVADOR’S POVI spent the whole day searching for the items I needed. It became frustrating by the minute when I couldn’t find the herbs but when I was eventually able too, I pulled it out from its root without thinking too much about it.Danny was dead so I was left to do everything without him. There was no doubt that from the way I was feeling, a hole had been left deep in my heart. I should have been able to take his body with me, to give him a proper burial. I also wanted more than anything to grieve him but time was running out.I was lucky enough to have found the herbs the time that I did. Then I found my way to a safe house the guys and I used to hide in whenever we needed to take a break from a mission. The house didn’t feel like it used to. This time it was unusually colder than normal like the house too knew that Danny was gone.I set the herb and mountain ash aside and searched for my gun. This time I didn’t want to give her any room to escape or even survive. I didn’t a
ANTONELLA’S POVI thought it was all over when he appeared. Suddenly my life didn’t seem like a mess anymore. The mere glimpse of him had my heart filled with hope again and I felt home in his arms. He was it for me.We were hand in hand when he suddenly stopped and I was made to turn my head around. A supposed dead witch was behind him with a sword she had driven into him.When I rushed to him, I felt like my world was crumbling down. The walls of hope that sprouted in my heart suddenly crashed grinding itself into a fine grain. With the snap of a finger she took it away again.My mind was ringing with pain, I could feel his pain. My heart raced and I could feel an anger I was sure was not mine but his that he was projecting.I waited a while for his wounds to start to heal but nothing happened. I was so focused on him that I had zoned out from everything else going on around me. Like I didn’t have a witch who was hell bent on making a sacrifice out of me.“Don’t bother. He’s not goi
It rained heavily the night my parents died.Up till this day, the events leading to their death remain fresh in my memory. It was a night I would never forget.We had a feast and we invited the Alpha of a neighbor pack, Alpha Demontes. Alpha Demontes was the Alpha of the Black Fur pack, a pack that had been notorious for stealing, raping and killing stray wolves from other packs over the years and I had frowned all through the feast, wondering why my father had decided to invite a man who allowed evil thrive in his pack to our feast. My father, Alpha Michael was the Alpha of our own pack, the Silver Moon pack and he was well known amongst the wolves of the neighboring packs as a strong and free spirited Alpha. He was a blessing to our pack as all through his reign, we grew in strength and numbers and eventually became the strongest pack in the West.When I looked into the dark eyes of Alpha Demontes that night, I knew that he did not have good intentions. There was something benign a
“Ahhhhh!” Graham’s scream rent the air. “I swear I would tell you everything I know.”“Then you’d better start talking already,” I muttered, dangling his ring finger in front of him. “Or you’ll lose the pinkie next.”Graham sobbed and banged his head back against the wall hard enough to crack his skull.“Don’t even dare,” I warned him. “Would be a shame if I didn’t get to kill you myself.”I didn’t feel an atom of pity for the old man sitting on the floor of the dungeon. He was Graham, my father’s chief guard and I had found out a few months after my father’s death that he had planned everything from the negotiation down to the dinner party with Alpha Demontes. It came as a shock to me then because I didn’t expect that a person like Graham would want to harm my father. Father was always good to him. Ever since I found out about his involvement in the massacre of my family, I made it a duty to celebrate him for his evil deeds. Once every year, I visited him in the dungeons to make a b
Like every other night in the Black Fur pack, the sky was starless. I could hear my wolf mutter some curse words in my head and I couldn’t blame her much for it. The sight of my father, Alpha Demontes kissing an old witch was enough to make the both of us sick. I turned away before Freyacould make an eye contact with me but it was too late. She had seen me watching them and she smiled.“You care to join us princess?” she offered.Her two tongues slithered like a snake’s as she talked and the thought of that thing in my dad’s mouth made me want to puke. Disgusting.“I’d rather join the warriors,” I grunted and turned away.My father disconnected from her and turned to stare at me. “Go get me a glass of wine Freya honey,” he smiled at the witch.She smiled back at him and stood up to get the wine and he turned back to face me.“You know you’re not very nice to her,” he eyed me.I didn’t reply him. I tried my best to focus on the food I was eating. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at
it had been three days since I escaped from my father’s pack and things weren’t getting any better. The first problem was that I was tired and hungry. The second was that I was lost, and the third was that for the first time in eighteen years, my father had sent out his wolves on a hunt unannounced, a hunt for the rogue princess, Antonella. I wasn’t sure of his exact commands to them if they found me but from the whispers I overheard a few times in the woods, it wasn’t something very good. Nala wasn’t making matters any better for me. She kept sulking and complaining about how we had been better fed at the pack house and how I had ruined everything by running away, as if it wasn’t her that advised me to run! A few times, I had to resist the urge to yell at her to shut up because she was beginning to get on my nerves.I stopped at the base of a pine tree and sat down on the floor to rest. My feet were sore from walking for days and my mouth was dry. I wondered if there were any animals
Maybe fate is indeed a fickle mistress. I could not come to the terms of what had just happened. My arms and legs began to tremble immediately. I could not control the tears that flowed from my eyes as the whole incident flashed before my eyes again. The whole painful incident of watching my parents being murdered.Bile formed in my throat almost immediately. Anger and pain was an understatement to describe how I felt that very minute. I could not take it in anymore so I turned to return inside.“Are you fine, Alpha?” Dan questioned, with so much concern evident in his voice. No. I did not want to look weak right in front of him. I did not want to look like a weak Alpha. I looked away from him as I did not want him to see the pain sliding down my eyes in the form of tears.“I am fine” I answered with all confidence and I was grateful my voice did not fail me as it sounded as firm as it would always sound.“If there is anything…..”“I am fine!” I yelled almost immediately. My pain had