I opened my eyes slowly and sat up. I suddenly remembered yesterday, peeled back my shirt, and stared at my shoulder. It was perfectly fine, and there was no trace that I had been stabbed there.“You are good as new,” came Jake’s voice, and I turned to see him in the doorway, looking handsome. His long, dark hair fell to his forehead, enhancing those roguish good looks of his. I scowled at him, and he smiled.“You stabbed me,” I said, and he grinned as if he enjoyed the moment.“You asked, dear,” he said with mock sweetness, and I rolled my eyes.“And you still stabbed me,” I said, and he grinned and grabbed my hair and swung it like a sword.“I couldn’t miss that opportunity,” he said, and he plopped on the bed beside me.“You’re a beast” I said, and he smiled. He extended a claw, grabbed my teddy, and stabbed it in the heart."Hey!” I complained, and he grinned and tossed me the teddy. I hid the teddy behind the bed, and he chuckled.“What happened yesterday?” I asked, and he stood a
My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked towards the pack's gathering spot. Today was the day I would finally meet my mate, the one person chosen by the Moon Goddess for me. As I entered the clearing, my eyes immediately locked onto his. Marcus was tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing green eyes and a chiselled jawline that made my knees weak. I could feel the pull of the bond between us, the unbreakable connection that had been forged by the Moon Goddess herself.I approached the pack, my heart raced with anticipation. I had heard stories about this place from other members of the pack, about how it was the site of holy ceremonies and some things I can not remember now. But today was different. Today was the day that I would finally meet my mate.The clearing was large and open, with patches of wildflowers scattered throughout the grassy expanse. At the centre of the clearing was a large stone altar, flanked by tall trees that rustled gently in the breeze. The air was thick w
I don't know how long I wandered through the woods, lost in my thoughts and grief. All I knew was that I couldn't go back to the pack, not after what had happened. I was a failure, a reject, and there was nothing left for me there.That's when I heard footsteps behind me. "Alyssa?" It was Ethan, my best friend and the only person who had ever truly understood me. "Are you okay?"I turned to face him, tears streaming down my face. "No," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "He rejected me, Ethan. Marcus rejected me."Ethan pulled me into a tight embrace, holding me close as I cried on his shoulder. "He doesn't deserve you," he said, his voice fierce. "You're strong and beautiful, Alyssa. You deserve someone who will appreciate you for who you are, not someone who only cares about politics and power."I pulled away from him, looking up into his kind eyes. "Thank you, Ethan," I said, my voice shaking. "You always know just what to say."Ethan smiled, wiping away my tears with his thum
After two weeks, I slowly began to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. Ethan took me to his pack, a small group of werewolves who welcomed me with open arms. They were different from my old pack, more focused on family and community than on power and dominance.I still thought about Marcus every day, but the pain wasn't as sharp as it had been before. I tried to move on, to find happiness in my new life. And then one day, Ethan took me to the local bar, where we met a group of werewolves from a nearby pack.They seemed friendly enough, and one of them, a handsome young man named Jackson, struck up a conversation with me. He was charming and funny, and I found myself laughing and talking with him for hours. As the night wore on, I felt a sense of warmth spreading through my chest. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could be happy again."Hey, do you want to go for a walk?" Jackson asked, flashing me a crooked grin.I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready for this.
Just when I thought I was over Marcus, he showed up at Ethan's pack. "Alyssa, we need to talk," he said, his voice cold. I followed him to a clearing, where he explained everything. He had been forced to reject me by his father, who wanted him to mate with the other woman for political reasons. He never wanted to hurt me, and he still loved me. I was torn. Could I trust him again?I stared at Marcus, my mind racing. Could I believe him? Could I trust him after he had hurt me so much? "Why should I believe you?" I asked, my voice shaking. Marcus looked at me, his eyes pleading. "Because it's the truth, Alyssa. I never wanted to reject you. I love you, and I always have."I felt a pang in my chest at his words, but I couldn't ignore the pain he had caused me. "Even if that's true, Marcus, how could you just walk away from me like that? You humiliated me in front of the whole pack," I said, my voice rising.Marcus looked down, shame etched on his face. "I know, Alyssa. I was wrong. I shou
I sat the next day thinking again about everything. I know something is about to happen and I have started feeling it.I sat there lost in thought, I couldn't help but feel that something big was about to happen. My mind was racing with a million questions. Would I forgive Marcus and take him back? Or would I decide to move on and leave him behind?I replayed the conversation with Marcus over and over again in my head, trying to make sense of it all. Did he love me, or was he just trying to manipulate me again? How could I trust him after what he had done?I tried to distract myself by focusing on other things, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Marcus. I wondered what he was doing at that moment. Was he thinking about me too? Did he regret what he had done? Those he just wants to toil with my heart?I walked outside, the pack is just going on with its problems. We are somehow alone in the world, thinking and thinking of ways to better our life and longings. I know the Goddess mothe
It's been four months ever since the incident happened and time seems to have healed our emotional wounds. Our host pack has been like family to us. Ever since the incident, they have been providing us with the food and shelter we need including information on who could be responsible for the attack laid on the pack. This incident took a serious toll on Ethan. He has not been himself since the attack. He has transformed from being the calm-looking guy that I know to be pale and sad. His condition made me more angry and more determined to find those who are responsible for this. For the past 3 months, I have been going to Ethan's pack, which has now been reduced to ashes to see if I could find any clue.I was careful not to let anyone, especially Ethan know what I was doing. It was my little adventure. Ethan has been like a brother to me, he has done more for me than anyone in this world has, not even my pack mates. It was my way of appreciating his effort for everything he has d
I entered the half-burnt hall which was the hall where Ethan and his pack gathered for events on the days they weren't using the plain field. My senses are on high alert. The inside just like the outer part of the building was in shambles, everything reduced to rubble. I was scared but too determined to go back at this moment. I crept into the building, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. The musty smell of decay filled my nostrils, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I could feel my claws extending as I prepared for a fight. As it normally does when I am feeling anxious or sense dangerI search the interior, my eyes scanning through every corner of the building for a sign of the attacker, my heart beating faster with every step I take into the building. As I made my way deeper into the building, I saw a glint of light reflecting off something on the ground. I approached cautiously, my eyes narrowing as I realized what it was. A footprint.I examined the footprint carefully, noting its