My eyes felt like sandpaper as I begrudgingly blinked them open to see the daylight shining into the room. I carefully turned my head to see if Marco was still on the other side of the bed, but the place next to me was empty. I tiredly moved onto my back and looked up at the ceiling, taking comfort in the quietness of the room and the relief of waking up to have it all to myself. I dozed in and out of sleep when a light tap at the door stirred me from my peaceful slumber, to see a rotund middle aged lady walking in, carrying a tray with pancakes that immediately filled the air with its mouth-watering aroma. “Alpha Marco asked me to bring you your breakfast, miss Luna”. The rosy cheeked lady informed me as she shuffled over and placed it on the bed. “He thought the flowers might cheer you up”. She added as she motioned to the little glass vase on the tray, that had a few stems of Lavender and Daffodils. “Thank you”. I replied glumly through my raspy throat. She must have noticed h
As we began to tuck into our meal, I knew I wasn’t the only one that could feel the animosity radiating from Levi against everyone at the table, and especially toward Marco and myself. Levi kept cutting irritably into his meat as he continuously side eyed me with a disapproving and stern frown. “So, Luna Brooke!” He spoke, his tone full of hostility. “I’m surprised you even agreed to bond with a man that set out to kill your alpha and take over your pack”. He scoffed with indignation. “It doesn’t exactly paint you as a good-willed Luna. I can only imagine what your people must think, or at least what’s left of them. Did you leave any alive, Marco?” He slammed, his eyes bouncing back and forth between me and Marco. “Yes brother we still have Sun wolves on our land”. “Wow, how merciful of you”. Levi quipped with sarcasm. “And what about you, Luna. Would your parents have approved of the man you’ve chosen as your mate?” He scorned. “I do have my reasons for taking the roll as Luna
“Well, that didn’t go as well as I’d hoped”. Marco commented as he shut our bedroom door. “Well, from what I discovered, your brother didn’t really expect you to put your revenge plan into action. Apparently you took off while they were asleep. Is that because you knew he wouldn’t approve?” I questioned him as I walked into the bathroom to undress. “Of course I knew he’d try to stop me”. He called out through the partially closed bathroom door. “But it’s different for him, he had a lot more to lose if I didn’t succeed”. “You mean that delicate wife of his, who you and your brother made to feel utterly uncomfortable the moment they walked in”. “It’s not as if I wanted to bicker at the table!” he responded with an agitated tone. “But he just wouldn’t let it go!” “What do you expect?” I scoffed as I put on my pyjamas and walked back into the room, positioning myself on the edge of the bed. “He doesn’t agree with what you’ve done, and that’s that!” “Well he should! I am the alp
“This is not going how I thought it would”. Marco sighed as he got into bed next to me. We had spent three hours sitting by the lake as Levi and Brianna spoke quietly only amongst themselves, avoiding any conversation with us, and on the way back, we all walked in awkward silence… not that it surprised me. Brianna was clearly in denial, hoping that perhaps me and Marco were falling in love, or fond of each other, maybe to ease her conscience, whereas Levi could see straight through our bullshit pretences. Me and Marco were just too opposed to each other to really fool anyone with our fake smiles and defensive excuses. However after having to spend all day and evening pointlessly keeping up appearances on Marco’s demand, despite the fact that I had to share a bed with him, I was relieved to be back in our room, away from the constant daggering looks and questions. “Can I ask you something?” I pondered thoughtfully. “Ok..” “Well, I know why I don’t want to create hybrids, but why
We slowly mingled through the crowd as one moon wolf after another surrounded us, shaking Marco’s hand and bowing to him, rambling on about how much they love their new homes and the land they can live so freely on during the day. Marco interacted positively with them, assuring them that this will always be their new way of life and how he plans for it to only get better as I politely smiled and nodded along, pretending to show an interest. Whilst they were all so submersed in their discussions, my eyes waivered around the room to see how full it was of moon and sun pack wolves. Shoved together in such close proximity but they all still actively avoided each other. Here we all were, unnaturally forced to co-exist, the sun and the moon wolves having to learn how to survive and live in one territory, and I could see how uneasy my people looked, as the moon wolves dominated the room. In fact, they still dominated our entire lands, making us feel as though WE were the guests. I could see i
I stared out of the window for over an hour, peacefully tucked away in my own personal bedroom that I finally had the chance to use.We had said goodbye to Levi and Brianna this morning, and although they didn’t seem as stand-offish as they had done, I couldn’t help that rush of fear that would randomly wash over me like a cold shiver up my spine.I shook my head in resentment, not just toward Marco and his pack, but also to my father. He taught me so much about our land, our people, the role and duties a Luna needed to fulfil, but what he never really divulged on, was the details of our surrounding packs and our history with them.All I ever knew, was that we didn’t get along, we were almost enemies in a way…. We don’t interact with them, and they don’t interact with us, it was every pack for itself! But what I’d come to learn in just a few weeks, was that most of what I thought I knew, was a lie. The other packs did in fact want to get along and work together especially when it came
I could feel a part of myself wanting to give up, merely out of exhaustion and anger. Once again I had cried, which is all I seemed to be doing lately. I slumped my head in my hands as I sat on the guest room bed with my knees up against my chest. I had been trying to sleep all night, but the moment I could see the sun peeping through the drapes and the birds twittering their morning call, I sat up, knowing I may as well give up getting any rest. I kept scolding myself, my mind going over and over of how I’ve become what I am! I used to believe and even feel that I was strong enough, that I could tackle and handle anything…. I never once wanted to give up on myself, or criticized my inner strength, the core of who I was as a person, but the last few months had tested me… it had pulled me back and forth, jerked me around then spat me back out and every time I thought I was coping or handling whatever situation I’d been flung into, I’d be tossed another blow and little by little I had st
Marco led the way as we walked down to the ground floor of the palace. On the east wing was a large room with a small desk and several cushioned chairs. This room was where our chief palace guard would schedule the duties of the day with any guards that were on palace patrol. Every night and day, there would always be two of our guards placed in this room, because on the left, opposite the desk was a heavy metal door. Marco commanded one of his guards to escort us and twist open the steel lock. The door creaked open and as his guard picked up a lantern next to the door, he lit it and led us through. As soon as my feet hit the stone and narrow steps I was instantly hit with the smell of dung, mould and rusted metal. We continued down the steps, with just enough light to vaguely see your own two feet in front of you. We reached the underground of the palace, and along the brick walls were loose chains with cuffs hanging from hooks, and down the long cold corridor there was only one dim