I didn’t know how long I had been fighting. Not just against the leading rogue, but his whole pack as well. Some in their wolf form. Others in their human form. Surprisingly enough, I was still more durable than I assumed myself to be. Then again, it could just be the adrenaline pushing me to fight, for as the time passed and the scuffle continued, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and not in a good way. Despite that, I bit back the pain I was experiencing and continued to fight against these mutts. ‘Gosh, am I grateful for the self-defense lessons I was given,’ I thought, avoiding a rogue’s bite in their wolf form before slamming both my fists down on him. I sensed another rogue coming from behind me and turned fast enough to block an attack from the leader, my hands clasped in his.“This is not what we were told when we were asked to do this job,” he muttered, piquing my interest.“‘Told’? Told by who?” I demanded, standing my ground.“No one who concerns you. We may be r
Pularis's POVSusan passed out in my arms under the effects of the drug I had her smell. Her clothes were practically in taters on her body, and blood dripped out of her injuries and mouth. With her out, at least she won’t be feeling any more pain from the illness she was clearly suffering. At the same time, however, with her slow healing, she may not make it regardless.“You there! Take her to my mansion and get her patched up, at once!” I ordered one of my swiftest hunters.“Yes, Alpha!” he nodded, taking Susan away.I turned my attention over to the many rogues the rest of my hunters have apprehended. Some tried to escape, others tried to fight. Regardless of the resistance, it was all futile for them, for my people are much stronger than they. “You… Who the hell are you?!” the bulkiest of the rogues- who I assume was the leader, whom I have bound in silver shackles- demanded.“I see no point in giving away my identity to mere rogues like you lot,” I answered. “I must say, it was
Duncan's POV“What do you mean you mutts don’t have that brat yet?!” I demanded my Hunters, right in the very lobby of my home. “They are nothing but criminal lowlifes! Just barge into their little hideout and snatch the boy!”Truly, how could these dogs not at least have that brat yet?! It was already made clear that the father was nothing more than a fellow criminal of Susan’s. There was no way a criminal of any sort would have any of power against their Alpha or his men. So what could possibly have stopped them from doing this one simple job?“Even if you say that, sir, those wolves are not any ordinary werewolves,” a young Hunter answered, angering me greatly with that ridiculous response. “They-““I am aware they are no ordinary werewolves,” I interrupted, not wanting to hear another lame excuse from his mouth. “I don’t know what sort of crime they committed, and I don’t care. You dogs are ‘Hunters’. You are supposed to be superior to the average dogs in this pack. Criminals, esp
I widened my eyes when Spencer gave me that news. What did he say about Susan? Who had done what?‘I’m sorry, Spencer. Would you mind repeating that? I could’ve sworn I heard you say something like ‘she’s gone’,’ I told him.‘That is exactly what I said, Alpha! Susan is gone!’ my Beta said again.I gestured to Ashley to give me a moment, as I reluctantly parted from her and responded back to Spencer. ‘You better pick your next set of words carefully now. There is no way that slut could actually be-’‘If you don’t believe in what I say, how about you get your ass over here?!’To say I was taken aback by the shout would be an understatement. ‘I heard plenty from the Hunters, you know. And I heard you didn’t even hear them out when they told you they were hesitant about attacking those werewolves,’ he continued. ‘Alpha, I am going to ask this once. Are you certain those dogs were really just some criminals of our pack? Because when I went up against that guy, his strength did not feel l
I don’t know what to think when Spencer hit me with all of these… These… I wasn’t sure what to think, actually. ‘Facts’? Thy couldn’t be ‘facts’. Susan committed the crime of attempted murder; that one maid saw her poison that tea pot! And that mutt that attacked me and Spencer? Scarred Dylan and his childhood?! There is no way that dog is a true councilman!‘Spencer… I am giving you this one chance to tell me you are joking. I will forgive you if you tell me that now,’ I told him.‘How about you not run form reality?’ he instead retorted. ‘If it turns out there are consequences to be paid, I refuse to take the fall for every wrong you have committed. Especially against the councilman himself! I already went through hell with that guy the last time we met; I am NOT getting into round two with him because you took my assumption seriously!’Him saying such made me panic a little more, as I tried to think of a way to get out of this situation. If not for me, then at least for Ashley and
Susan's POVI came to from the sharp smell of medicine. My mind stirred as I tried to open my eyes. Pain registered in my mind, as I felt sheer soreness all over my body. Well… ‘soreness’ was putting it lightly; a light twitch of my hand felt like a needle poked through it. And don’t get me started when I became conscious of my breathing; it hurts as soon as I regained consciousness. I could even feel like something was poked into me, to put it lightly.‘What… happened?’ I wondered, trying to remember what happened as I willed my eyes to open.Soon enough, I finally regained enough strength to open my eye lids. My vision blurred as it got exposed to bright light, and slowly adjusted to the brightness. Once my vision has cleared up, I found myself in a familiar room, with a familiar young face sleeping by my bedside."Justin...?" I weakly called.He stirred from my voice and slowly woke. Once he laid his opened eyes at me, a smile broke out on his face. "Mommy!" he cried out, lunging a
To say I was surprised with what the verdict came down to be would be an understatement. ‘Put the pack down’? What did he mean by that?“What do you mean ‘put this pack down’?” I asked.“Exactly as I say it,” Pularis answered. “Of course, we will still leave some people alive. People who truly had nothing to do with every wrong the Alpha and his followers committed, and were just as much of victims as you were under his control. Or lack thereof.”I was reminded of the changes and losses Pularis once mentioned before, back when he saved me from Duncan. ‘So those really were true?’ I wondered.“Adding those losses to having an affiliation to rogues? Werewolves made into outcasts after they made a crime too heinous to be redeemed, and are to be put down if seen committing a crime to another werewolf? What other fate is there for mutts who side with rogues in their crimes? A werewolf who helps rogues in their crimes may as well be a rogue himself. As such, deserves to be put down.”I was
If there was any time when Pularis had become frightening, I would most certainly say this was that very time. ‘Cruel’, rather, for him to think this far and be this thorough. While I did respect that he took his role and duties seriously, and will right all wrongs Duncan has committed as Alpha, seeing him take pleasure in that thought reminded me greatly of his infamous reputation.“I’m a little scared to ask, but what will happen after that? To the victims and the rest of Duncan’s opposers?” I asked.“They won’t be punished as the supporters would be, if that’s what you mean,” he answered, to my relief for the innocents. “If you mean how they would be compensated for the damages done to them, since this pack will cease to exist, the Alpha will undoubtedly lose his position one way or another, and thus will have no use for all those additional funds he has stored up. And we cannot leave the treasury’s contents gathering up dust; they best be given to those who deserve them most. We w
"Miss Susan. Miss Susan.”It did not feel long into my nap that I heard someone calling my name, shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and saw it was none other than Ayla who woke me up.“Ayla? Is it time already?” I asked.“Soon to be. Alpha Pularis informed me that the trial is about halfway done,” she answered.I widened my eyes in surprise with the response. “‘Halfway done’? You mean, the trial is nearly over?”I may not be an official judge or a lawyer, but I knew enough about the procedures in a trial. After an opening statement involving the concerned individual, evidences were to be shown, including testimonies from witnesses. After testimonies and evidences were given out, jurors would discuss them and decide on a verdict for the involved party, which then leads to the sentencing. For the trial to be halfway done…“My apologies. It seems I’ve misspoke,” Ayla said. “What I mean is more than half the evidence and testimonies were shown. Your turn is coming up soon.”That made me
Susan's POVI roamed about in my room, concerned with how quiet it suddenly got downstairs. Even though I knew all witnesses were to remain in our respective room until our summons, I couldn't help wondering if it was also appropriate for us to not at least greet the judges and jurors sent by the Council of Wolves. Particularly when some of those wolves are the councilmen like Pularis. "Miss, you need to stop that worrying. Everything will be fine," Ayla assured me."Do you even know what I'm anxious about?" I lightly retorted."If I were to make an assumption, perhaps something along the lines of properly meeting the other councilmen in the lobby?" I was taken aback by how accurate her guess was, in which she giggled at. "You're not the first werewolf who is troubled by such thought, as is this is not the first time the councilmen had to be directly involved in a trial."Hearing that made me feel a little bit better, as I sat down on the bed. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s exactly how I feel,”
Pularis's POVI stood amongst the many judges and jurors who were summoned for this case in Howler's Inn. If I may dare admit, I was surprised to see the large number of people coming for this from the headquarters. Helpers from their respective packs or general acquaintances who practiced for trials, maybe. But not-“Pularry~ How’s it going, my man?” a werewolf greeted so casually, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, as I sighed at his action.“Anderson… Carefree as per usual, I see,” I groaned, far from pleased to see this wolf. And not just because he annoys me about as much as any foolish werewolf with much ego and arrogance. “And here I thought you would learn to actually behave as any werewolf in your position would by now, councilman.”“What? And be an uptight mutt?” Anderson retorted with a chuckle. “Nice joke there. See? I knew there was a real funny bone in you.”A hand chopped down on his head hard, causing him to fall on his knees, his arm slipped off me, as he held his he
Susan's POVTo say I have become somewhat of a nervous wreck may be an understatement. Given what today was, how could I not be? If anything, I believe it was normal to be nervous on a day like today. The day of Duncan’s trial. The trial that was to determine his fate, his followers, and the very Bluemoon Pack itself.I was more than ready to say my piece of what happened the day of my arrest, and what Duncan has done to me despite my ‘serving my time’ in prison. Of course, whether or not people actually agrees on it was another matter entirely. I may speak the truth to them, and Pularis may vouch for the facts I speak, but what of everyone else? Not all Alphas can see through lies, as proven by Duncan. And though the judges were people sent by the very Council of Wolves themselves, who was to say if these people were reliable? I don’t want to doubt Pularis and his people, but it’s hard to put my trust in people I don’t know. Especially given what I went through.“Are you okay?” Ayla
Both I and Ashley were shocked with the decision Father made. Ashley, specifically. "W-Wait! You can't do that!" she exclaimed."Seeing as this was bought under the Alpha's name, and what its properties are, I will be doing exactly that. If you have anyone to blame, it is only the two of you. You with your everlasting greed, and you…” Father stopped as he laid eyes on me. The disappointment clear on his face. “I should’ve made my last task as Alpha to change how Alphas are to be selected in this pack.” When those words left his mouth, something in me felt empty. Heavy, that made me lower my head in shame. Father said nothing else after that, and left the room."W-Wait! Father!" Ashley cried out, before turning to me. "Duncan, don't just be silent! W-We have to stop him!"I didn’t know if it was because I was still feeling that shame, but hearing Ashley say that? Something sounded a little suspicious, especially with how she was acting."Why? When that is only poison? What use would
Duncan's POVI sat in the living room, my head down in disbelief from everything that happened in a span of a few hours just a little earlier. What have I seen? What did I witness? If it was a miracle, I much rather it be that than... Than whatever else that was revealed.It was one thing that Ashley- the love of my life who had been poisoned by that slut mutt, Susan- recover from the ailment that made her suffer. Find the strength in her that helped her take down that bitch that was beating her so. In fact, for all I know, that must be what happened. And everything else- every word said that was making me think otherwise- were nothing but lies in the end. All that was 'revealed' were nothing but fabrications. Tales that were being told differently than what the action truly showed."ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!" Or so I would have preferred it, if my father was not sitting across from me on the sofa, presenting me and Ashley with the package set on the table between us. The package was
I looked up at Pularis in stupor. What was he trying to tell me?“S-Sorry, I think I got a little woozy there, Alpha. I could’ve sworn I’m hearing you tell me that I will be fully healed if my wolf awakens,” I said.“I am saying that.” My bafflement grew at his confirmation. “Now, don’t take my words seriously. I am no healer, and I am not some expert on wolves. The ones with us werewolves, that is. From what I’ve heard of your friend, there hasn’t been quite a case of an illness similar to yours in any medical records or books she knew of. Or am I wrong?”I was not a doctor myself, but from what I knew, Pularis was not wrong. Even Caitlyn said so, and hoped that his pack would know something about my condition that is not known in the Bluemoon pack.“I don’t know much about the role, you were born into the role of Werewolf Priestess, it is possible that there are plenty of differences about you compared to other werewolves, just as there is a difference between an Alpha werewolf and
I was just closing my eyes when I heard light knocking at my door, marking me open them again. ‘Who’s at my door this time?’ I wondered.“Yes?”“It’s me. Mind if I come in?”“Alpha Pularis? Uh, sure. You can come in.”Once I gave him permission, the door opened, and my soon-to-be new Alpha entered. “Apologies for suddenly leaving. Had matters to take care of,” he said.“Would they have to do with Duncan and Ashley?” Pularis gave me an odd look when I asked that. “I was told by Miss Patricia.”He sighed at the response. “I thought I smelled her scent earlier,” he muttered, before turning back to me. “To answer your question, yes. Yes, it does have to do with those two.” He then stopped for a moment, looking me over. “You mind sitting up? I need to talk to you about something important.”Curiosity washed over me when he said that. “Yeah, I’ll try.” I was about to sit up, only to be reminded of how painful it was even adjusting myself on the bed. Unlike before, though, Pularis quickly to
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. What? I’m sorry, what? Huh? Ashley was what?”Those were the only things I could say after what Patricia revealed to me. News I never thought I would ever hear from… Well, anywhere. Nor did I think it to be that possible.“Like I said, child. That ‘Ashley’ girl has her lies exposed. The ‘illness’ she was said to be harboring was nothing more than a fake. A lie. An act. All with the right prop to use.”I was still in stupor, hearing that again. Replaying it in my head, even. This whole time, like Duncan and many others, I had thought she was truly affected by whatever aftermath that position had inflicted onto her. Now I’m hearing that there was no such thing? It was all nothing but some sick act Ashley had put on? But, that made no sense.“How could she have faked her illness this whole time? We’re not talking about ‘days’, but ‘years’. Even if Duncan was that blind to his love for her, he had to be sharp enough to realize the difference between fake and