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Pledged to the pack An Offer of Protection
*Irellia's POV*"Ellia!" Arken screams up at me, his voice breaks in a way that makes my stomach drop. He's afraid. The realization sends me into a frantic fit as I swing my arms back at my capture haphazardly fighting for my release and somehow miss with every strike, every kick. My eyes are fixed on Arken, who jumps and claws his way up a nearby mast, willing him to reach me. To save me as he always does. He reaches the top, still a good twenty feet below me, his expression dark and threatening. Even I'm aware of the blood lost oozing off of him. His sleek, muscular form is crouched; poised to strike with a ferocity I feel confident would put his wolf form to shame, and I'm certain the only thing stopping him is that I'm in the way. "Let her go," he growls, baring his teeth. It's the first time I've noticed how long and sharp his canines are. More like a wolf's than a man's, they gleam in the sunlight while his golden eyes seem to grow darker by the second.My captor lets loose
Pledged to the pack Prologue
I can hear my sister outside of the cabin, listing off who will and won’t be going into battle today. Some of my friends make the list, including Kita who is only two weeks older than me. I can’t help but feel bitter, as I stand there cleaning the dishes left over from breakfast. The previous chief was laid back, he was fairly well know for bending the rules. Not that it had gone over well. But his time caught up with him, he passed peacefully in his sleep a month ago, at the ripe old age of 96. Now Sila, my sister, was the chief.It was undeniable that she won the alpha tournament. She’d out maneuvered each of the pack’s favorites and pinned them on their backs, dominating them. Not to mention everyone else who chose to go for the title. But I still couldn't believe it, each morning since I woke wondering if it was all a dreamYou would there’d be some perks to my sister being in charge of the pack, like being allowed to fight with my brethren a mere week before my coming-of-age cerem
Pledged to the pack the Youngest Princess
I take my seat on the chair opposite Father's, my gaze flickering about the room. It had been some time since he'd last requested my presence in his library, I'd nearly forgotten how vast his book collection was. The high oak shelves were crammed full."Irellia," My eyes meet his, the frown he's wearing instantly conjures one of my own. "your sisters tell me that you are still upset about your future." I scoff. "Of course I am, how could I not be?""The kingdom of Saffron has enjoyed nearly a hundred years of peace, this has been thanks to the pact made between your grandfather and the last great alpha of the wolf-men." My father explains in a grave tone.I sigh in response, I'm so tired of hearing this old story. But it seemed that, once again, he's intent on telling it.I decide to do it for him. "The pact states that the youngest daughter of the king from each following generation would become the wife of one of their kind." I can hear every bit of resentment in my voice, every ou
Pledged to the pack On the run
It feels odd sneaking around my home, dodging guards and servants as I make my way. My black silk bag is beginning to grow heavy on my arm, causing it to ache. Though I manage to avoid being spotted, it seems like hours before I get outside. I half expect the guards to be waiting for me, sure that someone must have spotted me and alerted them. They seem normal, so I quickly cower behind a stack of crates, as the merchant who owns them speaks with an arriving knight.I spot a wagon nearby, the high quality fabric it carries belongs to mother's favorite fabric shop. I think of mother, how worried she will be and feel a stab of guilt. "I'm sorry." I whisper back at the castle, I just can't stay with thing as they are. I want to be free.When the coast is clear, I hurry to the wagon and bury myself beneath the smooth fabrics inside. I feel nervous when the driver returns, but he doesn't notice me and climbs up to take the reigns. The horses neigh when he urges them to move, but they compl
Pledged to the pack the Knight's charge
I follow Princess Virina, as she leads me down the halls. When I’d asked to speak with her in private I thought we could talk in one of the empty rooms nearby, but she seems intent on another location. I just want to get this over with, the nerves have my stomach in knots.Finally, we end up outside in the royal gardens. A sweet floral scent wafts through the air, as my eyes sweep across the fancy shrubbery. Most of the bushes were artfully trimmed into animal forms, wolves more often than not. The reason Princess Irellia never stepped foot here.Still, I wonder if any of the lovely blooms would cheer her? My gaze lands on the bright yellow daffodils, I’m sure I could find some of those in town. I decide that I’ll surprise her with some, once I’m done here.“Sir, Jaron?” The third youngest Princess calls sweetly, I look at her and she smiles almost eagerly. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”My stomach tightens as I take a steadying breath, I know this can only go one of two ways.
Pledged to the pack The Wolf & Goblins
*Irellia's POV*It didn’t take me long to learn the reason for Ghost’s name, his smooth and quiet gait.He carries me through the thick brush without slowing his graceful trot, plants tickle my leg, left exposed by my riding skirt. I frown down at the unfashionable brown color, but quickly cast my eyes back up at the passing scenery.Tall, healthy trees stretch up toward the sky, as though reaching for the setting sun, a cool breeze causes the weaker branches to sway in a lazy wave. The Wind bats me in the face with my own hair, but I don’t dare raise a hand fight it. I tighten my lips, trying to keep the silky strands from slipping in.The sound of his hooves meeting the ground is drowned out by the melody of birds singing high in the canopy. Their sweet chrips bring a smile to my face. I feel like they’re encouraging me, silly as it might sound.Wild flowers, pale shades of yellow and blue, peak out at me from the shrubbery as Ghost whisks me deeper into the forest. I notice the sof
Pledged to the pack chief of the Wolf-Men
“A search party must be sent out at once,” An adviser to my left demand, his voice husky and calm amidst the babbling that surrounds us. Chestnut brown hair strikes out from his head in spikey disarray, I can’t tell whether it’s purposeful or if he’d just crawled out of bed and rushed to my home. He’s the youngest among the pack advisers, four years my elder. Though, by appearance alone, most would guess the gap closer to a decade. The dark bags and deep lines of his face carry the weight of substantial stress. What that stress is, I don’t care to know. I have enough of my own, more if truth be told; thanks to my foolish young brother. I meet his tired opal-esque gaze. “I intend to, thank you Ufari,” I tell him, keeping up pleasantries despite my annoyance. Do my advisers think me so incapable that they must state the obvious? My fingers tap against the hard, dark wood arm of my couch, gaze sweeping off to the side. I make note of the clutter gathered in the co
Pledged to the pack A War of Words
Abden snorts, a wet sound seeming to beg for a tissue, before he replies, “Then let it be lost, we will survive. No spectacle should be needed to tie us, a hundred years of hand holding is enough.” “Yes, a hundred years,” Ufari starts, his voice carrying a laugh, “Yet how often does our kind mingle with theirs? It’s rare to be sure.” He paces the wooden floor, the sound of his footsteps falling in tune with his thoughtful hum. “I believe there have been a total of three marriages between us, aside from those forced by the pact.” “What’s your point?” Abden demands, making a show of crossing his arms. Ufari raises his index finger, winking at the man, “It’s quite simple really; the tentative acceptance between us would shatter without this marriage.” “You’re leaping. A marriage alone does not put an end to hate,” Abden looks around the room, clearly expecting some show of support. He finds none, at least not openly. The devious smirk Ufari wears tells
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