Cassie Jones POV
I was equally surprised at what I just did, my tears now flowing as I pointed my hands towards him. “I’d give you my heart because I thought you were worthy of it.” “I’d allowed you to sleep with me because I thought you were worthy of my innocence, I’d loved you for years because I thought you felt the same and you were just viewing me as a fling to you just because I would lower myself down to you huh.” I flared angrily in tears. It hurts! It hurts how much I loved him and was stupid for him but he was only being stupid about it because he knows. “Was it two days ago? When you wanted to tell me something and he shut you up? Was it then he knew they were both mates?” I turned to Daisy . She scoffed, “I thought you were overly in love. I only wanted to warn you to stay clear of my sister man. Who knew you would go to any length of making yourself a slut to him.” She said, rolling her eyes at me and my mind boiled in anger. “Thwack.” The slap was so smooth and fast that everyone gasped at the scene. I was surprised as well because I never expected that to come out this way even though I had been taking in my anger. Jamie turned towards me in anger, doing something I never expected. He pushes me violently, causing me to lose my balance as I fall down. I groaned in pain as I stared at him, “Who’ll want an orphan and no rank girl like you to be my Luna. To be the Vale pack Luna. Are you worthy of being one yourself? You expect me to reject my own mate just to stay with you? What can you even offer back to me?” I was shocked at his statement. I was an orphan with no rank? If my parents hadn’t died because of the war that broke out in our pack and the betrayal of someone that actually caused it to be impossible to make it out alive. Does he think he’ll be on a par with me to even be my mate? “You do know why my parents died right?” I cleaned my tears standing up. I was in pain but I needed answers. “Yea, they died because of their stupidity. A war wouldn’t have broken out in your pack if they had protected the border line well.” His laughter erupted, everyone in the room laughed after him. I ran away in tears, my face full of embarrassment as I went to my room to pick up some of my stuff. I just want to be out of here truly. As I was on my way out, Alex came to meet me. I frowned seeing as she blocked my way with her maids. “So how does it feel to be abandoned?” She asked me, I didn’t want to reply to her back and make an attempt to leave but she pushed me backwards again so I’ll be facing her. “Alex , I agreed you won, you’ve got him already so please let me go. I am already leaving and won’t have anything to do with the pack again so enjoy it while it lasts.” I said back to her which made her frown as she pushed me. If it wasn’t because of my wolf strength, I'd have been down with the way she pushed me. “What do you mean?” She asked me angrily. “I’m telling you to enjoy it while it lasts because this your position wouldn’t last till you thought of it. Jamie doesn’t love you. He will never do it.” I said and pushed her out of the way walking out but stopped as I got to the main gate. I looked back at the pack and I couldn’t stop my tears as I walked away. He couldn’t even come to see me for the last time. I at least expected him to feel remorseful and come to see me for the last time. Seeing as he wouldn’t come, I left without looking back so I wouldn’t feel reluctant again. ***** After walking for hours, I stopped feeling tired. I was deep into the forest but I could still feel and hear the sound of wolves so I’m still at the Vale pack territory. My body shivers from the cold and I set out my backpack taking out the necessary things to set a camp. I ate my dinner before deciding to stroll around the forest. Maybe I’ll see some fresh meat or fruits. I unexpectedly came back more late, bringing back a bush meat I saw, I set the fire and turned it. After I was done, I ate part of it, keeping the remaining part in my backpack before lying down to sleep. Staring at the moon shining, I reflect back on my life, my tears trickling down my eyes and threatening to fall. I cleaned it with the back of my palm as I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep. ***** It has been a few weeks since I had left the Vale Pack. I was attacked by a rogue wolf which made me lose my belongings as I was already weak. A tough and rough week without shelter or food. And all I could hear was the whispering of wolves that I had been hearing since I started the journey of nowhere in particular. The forest stretched endlessly before me and every step I took ruffled the bush as lightning struck harder, making me halt. I leaned against the trunk of an ancient oak, its bark cool and rough under my fingers and a part of me wondered if this journey was worth it and maybe it was set to kill me. I have heard tales of banished Wolves, forgotten in the wilderness and weak but I never knew I would be here in those shoes even as a runaway wolf. Perhaps I was meant to die anyway. I surely couldn't go back to my packs, it would be a disgrace to my deceased family and I would be tamed as a cursed being. But do I want that? As I took another step, a strange sensation coursed through my chest. I felt like I was pulled forward with a force I couldn't even ignore making my chest make a heavy sigh. I was scared. I tried hastening my steps but if it wasn't enough soon, the forest had a way to a clearing. In front of me, I was staring at a group of rogue wolves, huge and fluffy staring back at me like they were ready to devour me. “Oh, just kill me already.”Hmmmm," came the soft sound from the oak tree. Dawn fell on me at the thicket of the bush. The witch's hut was deep in the forest path. I pulled my hood up and walked faster, trying to keep my mind on what I needed to ask her. My boots crunched on dead leaves, each step echoing louder than it should. My uncertainties accompanied me in my journey. The wolf in the Palace, is he really my son? Where is my son? Halfway there, a movement blurred my vision for a while. A white wolf emerged from behind the trees. Not white, but pure white, with a black stripe down his back like a shadow drawn by careful fingers. The stripe was so precise, so deliberate, that my breath halted. I stood in shock still, regaining my breath from the shock. It was the boy. The one I'd saved. "Hey," I whispered, allowing my voice to warm up even though my chest was churning with turmoil. "How are you doing?" His ears leapt forward, watching but not frightened. Those light blue, almost silver eyes reg
“Noooo…,” Cassie screamed as she lunged forward.The field went berserk. Lucas's yell had sliced through the air like a blade, and then vanished into silence. The ritual circle glowed brightly, too brightly and then vanished. The light that was meant to burn brighter dimmed and died.Lucas gazed at his hands, blood oozing from the new cuts Jamie had made in them. Jamie's face was paler than bone. "What's going on?"The air itself lost its enchantment. The electric energy which had made all their skin tingle just a few seconds ago vanished entirely. Daisy's incantation stalled in mid-word, her voice breaking."This is not right." Daisy panicked as her eyes flew wide open. She gazed back at the dying circle, at Jamie's bleeding hands. "It's not your bloodline. The magic will not take."Jamie's head jerked up. "What do you mean, not my bloodline?"The words hung in the air like a pronouncement of death. The Greyer warriors with their hands around Jamie clamped down harder, but he wa
‘Uhhh,’ Lark groaned, barely more than a whisper. His eyelids fluttered like someone fighting to wake up, then shut again. His lips moved, but nothing came out. FrusThe healers didn’t waste time. Hands were everywhere, pressing leaves to his mouth, forcing some revolting-smelling sludge between his lips. His skin was pale and his fur was dried. He looked half-dead.Cassie hovered by his side, fingers clenched tight. “What is it?” Her voice filled with worry.“Poison,” Maeven said, frowning like she was chewing glass. “Not to kill him though. This one’s for the mind. Eats memories. Shreds you up from the inside, piece by piece.”Cassie felt her heart drop straight through the floor. “Will he—he’ll be okay, right?”“We caught most of it.” The healer said as she wiped her hands, looking tired. “He’ll make it. But he needs rest,”Cassie nodded, her hands shaking as she squeezed Lark’s. His skin was a little warmer. He didn’t look so much like a ghost anymore.The herbs worked faster
Jamie fought his way through the thick forest, the dry branches cracking under his boots. Blood ran down his shirt. His hands were filthy. He looked like a man who had been fighting his way through the forest for ages.That was the plan.He staggered upon the border of Greyer Pack lands, out of breath. His cloak was ripped. Mud smeared his face. Everything needed to look real.The guards noticed him."Alpha Jamie?" one of them called, approaching with a torch."I returned as fast as I could," Jamie gasped, rushing forward. "Any sign of Lucas?"The guard turned his head. "Not yet. But we keep trying."Jamie nodded.He walked in the direction of the middle hall, simulating a limp, but every step was calculated. Controlled.Maeven waited for him at the hallHer expression was one of worry. "My Alpha, the moon goddess, be praised for letting you return home in one piece." She exclaimed "Are you injured?" Maeven looked at the blood on his chest.Jamie shook his head. "Just thorn cuts.
“Ouch," Lucas screamed into consciousness.His wrists were in sharp pain, the rope burning against his skin. The stone pressed against his cheek, cold and damp, while water billowed like a clock would appear in the absence of light. Lucas tried to sit up, but his ankles were tightly tied, causing his legs to fire up. The ropes around him caused the problem to occur. "Mama?" His voice cracked, barely a whisper in the suffocating black.No one answered back.He had no sensation in his fingers, as if they were asleep. The rough fibers pinched deeper when he stretched them. Panic clawed at his chest. He closed his eyes and to feel the warmth inside him. But there was nothing there. There was a cold, empty space where his magic could be found. He couldn't use his powers.“Do not panic,” his wolf instructed “Think first, then act,” the feminine voice said. It was his mother's voice.As she had instructed, he forced himself to breathe at a slow pace. He breathed through his nose an
Mother!Cassie walked through the heavy iron gates of the Greyer Pack grounds after pretending not to have seen the letterLucas's voice echoed throughout the courtyard. Her kid raced toward her, his little legs carrying him as fast as they could. With every pace, his black hair leaped; his unusual eyes, which seemed to hold secrets no seven year old should have, shone with pure happiness at seeing her.She knelt down in perfect time to catch him as he flung himself into her arms. His embrace was comforting and well-known, yet she could feel his faint energy emanating from him—the power that never fully quieted. Lucas mumbled against her shoulder, his voice muted but full of feeling, "I missed you so much."“What trip took you? You were away for far too long.Softly smoothing down his unruly hair, Cassie responded “I had some business to take care of at the Red Claw. But now I'm back and that's all that counts,”Near the gate, Mark and Lark stood observing the reunion with faces co