ログインEvaThe waves shot inside me. Something akin to enthusiasm replaced despair. The cool breeze soothed me, and the strong wind that came from me loping relentlessly through the thick trees, made my white furs rise and fall. This is freedom.The sound of collective paws pounding on the ground made my ears twitch, amongst them was another sound. I zoom in on it, tracing where it came from. A deer kept struggling in the thicket, it was stuck, that means, a perfect chance to strike. It seemed to have sensed me lurking around, because it sprang to its feet and ran. The motherfucker wasn't tangled after all. It was having fun drawing attention to itself. Without another thought, I charged towards it. We didn't run for quite long, before it got tackled down. I pounced on it, claws and fangs digging into the poor animal, and rendering it helpless. ’’That was fast…’’ I heard Opheilia say as I approached the circle, dragging my kill along, wedged between my fangs. Her voice carried across th
ShawnOut of the city, we drove through the mountain pass, before we turned left, now heading to the end of the trail that stood opposite a nearly-barren forest land. This marked the end of my territory, and that marked the beginning of Red Valley, another territory. In-between the two land masses, a narrow crooked path ran along it, slashing across like an anaconda waiting quietly for its next prey. I exit the car, the driver sat at his office. Long drives bored me out so much and the zig-zagness of the mountain pass made it much worse. Alice is already by my side when I look behind, the rest of the delegates trailing behind her, waiting for my next command. “Do you need more time?” she asked, her voice very low. “No…we should head out.”In a few seconds, we were across the road, heading into Red Valley. Dried stems and trunks stood instead of green healthy trees, a sharp contrast to the other side.What could have happened? The last time I'd been
EvaFenrir— The Primordial Wolf, Sköll— The Sun Hunter, Hati— The Moon Hunter, Fenris Graymane— Tribal Elder: Keeper of the Lore, Thiess the Sentinel— Heroic Defender, Remnar Monteal—Tragic Werewolf. My index finger paused, looming over the name. Remnar Monteal. Could Monteal mean the same Monteal I know? The names were carved into the deep-mahogany page of a weighted book I had struggled to open initially. Without a second thought, my curiosity got the best of me. I quickly trace the name horizontally, across the hundred dots, straightaway, aiming for the page number. “... and it's proof he doesn't agree. Don't you think so?” The voice nearing the door startles me, and I almost jump out of my skin, clearly guilty. I'm fast enough to slam the book shut before the door lightly creaks open. Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in.“You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile
Eva“…we can’t just ignore it,” a man's voice said. His tone was tense but controlled. “They crossed the river again last night. That’s the third time this month.”I slowed my steps immediately. Luckily I had worn the light sandals from yesterday. The sole didn't crunch on the floor, it barely made any noise. This morning, I had woken up with the decision to not be cooped up in my room. I was a prisoner alright, but I was a living being too, plus I'd already given Shawn my word to not escape. Silently, I hoped he would keep to the end of the agreement, because even if he didn't, there was really nothing I could do for the meantime. Everything felt foreign. My senses had heightened. Speaking of senses. From where I stood in the hallway, I could hear the deep, calm, and unmistakably commanding voice of Shawn.“We’re not ignoring it,” Shawn said. My heart did an annoying little skip at the sound of his voice.I knew it was him, even without seeing hi
ShawnI had faced battlefields with steadier composure than the one I had in Eva’s room.Weird.I stood across from her, the quiet between us stretching thin enough to snap. The moonlight poured in through the balcony, illuminating her. I could see the gold freckles caught in her eyes, eyes that dared me, despite the calm in her voice. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin. The last time I had felt this way, unsure of myself, well, was with someone I didn't want to remember. I force my mind to focus on the present. On what was before me. “You let Matthew go.”The words echoed in my head again, long after she had said them.I watched her now, the stubborn air around her. I would be a liar, if I said it didn't draw me in. She challenged me without words, and without knowing it, I participated. New Bloods weren't this defiant and strong-headed, but with her, I wasn't the slightest bit surprised. It'd been evident since she was human, right before I had tur
EvaAs the final toast was called and the ceremonial fires burned lower, I stood, rather weakly by the dais, and watched as Alice mixed a couple of drinks carelessly. “I call it my dragon, because it heats you up when you take it” she said, her hand hovering over a particular bottle, as though she was hesitant. “Nevermind.” she seized the bottle, finally making up her mind, and corked it open. “This night, we'll celebrate you.” I laughed loud as she poured into the goblet, spilling some contents on the table. She was slightly drunk. She felt more human now. Comfortable to be around. “Well, thank you.” I mock curtsey, dipping my body slightly forward. We both laugh this time, and she raises her palm, as if calling our laughter to halt. “Dragon. At your service.” She said, looking from me to the mixture. “Eh?” “Mmmhmm.” she nodded encouragingly, gesturing toward the mixture.“Oh!” I pick the goblet with both hands, lifting it to my mouth. My nose caught a whiff of the blood on m







