Lyra "Oh...you poor, poor thing." Her voice crept up all the way from the base of the mountain like the wind, lodging in my head and disrupting the spiralling thoughts that plagued my wrecked mind. I couldn't rise from my knees as I stared at Eli's cold body, despite the blisters I had acquired. Everything in me seemed to have gone numb as the realisation hit me. I didn't have to be told by Andralita, even though I was aware she'd still sing it over and over again in my mind, I had lost the most important person in my life. "You actually did it," she said and I could feel that overwhelming presence of hers hovering behind me like a vulture, "You actually killed him. By goddess! I never thought I'd meet another psychopath like myself for centuries to come, but here you are, a carbon copy of the devil I was once." I sniffled, struggling to get over the anguish that strangled my heart. I never thought I had such sad emotions buried deep inside of me. They all seemed to burst out
Malric "So, you're sure they are going to attack tonight?" I asked, watching him place small logs of wood around the hut. "There is a probability, but what I am sure of is that in two nights, they will definitely be here." He replied, reaching for another log. I squinted at him curiously, "What's happening in two nights?" His eyes queried me, "Don't you know anything?" He asked, clearly unaware of who I was, "It's the night of a blood moon. Hardly any werewolf can resist a blood moon and it only gives those beasts some kind of adrenaline, like a boost in their hyperactivity. They destroy everything in their path." Chase brought out a gallon of petrol and asked, "Don't they do that every time?" The man shook his head, "Oh, no. I have been studying these things for quite some time now. On a few occasions, they just walk past settlements. As long as you stay indoors, you're safe, but other times," his eyes darkened, "they are out to destroy everything they see without hesitat
LyraFuck!I wasn't entirely surprised when she mentioned it, but what was the point of making such a sacrifice? What good could it possibly yield? What if it wasn't worth it in the end? What bloody difference would it make? I grunted, pacing around my room while I waited for him to arrive. What was taking him so damn long anyway? I wondered if I should tell him about what she had said, but damn it. Eli had suddenly become so judgmental recently, making me look like a psychopath when I was sure so many Alphas before me had done much worse. I was just trying to keep what was rightfully mine, but he'd make it seem like I was trying to destroy the entire world. If I told him about this sacrifice I had to make, he'd never look at me the same way again. Damn Eli and his fucking morals. I would keep this from him, but tonight was one of those dark nights I needed him to clear my head. I heard a knock on the door and I almost sprinted at it, but I held onto the window pane and in the m
LyraShe stood in a circle she had made with white chalk, her hair drawn over her face as usual, but I could see an awkward, golden glow in her eyes that reminded me of Malric. I stood squarely at the door to show her that I wasn't intimidated by that look and suddenly, I heard her chuckle, a humorless sound that sent a chill up my spine. "You are as desperate as your father was, child," she remarked, "and your own war hasn't even started yet. You've already started spilling blood, even of the innocent."I swallowed and managed to keep my expression straight, "Innocent blood? Oh, please. Drekka wasn't innocent. He was leading an act of treason against my pack by rallying against the sole Alpha's heir." "But you're the one who made yourself the sole heir, Lyra," she remarked, and although her voice was soft and thin, it sounded like a bomb exploding in my head. "You took your inheritance into your own hands."I frowned at her and shook my head, "That child didn't belong to my fat
MalricNothing made sense.Not the strange thatched roof, or the walls that seemed to be closing in every time I shut my eyes and they flickered open. The uncomfortable surface my back rested on creaked each time I moved my limbs and the musky scent of dried herbs hanging from rafters made my insides curl. I sighed and tried to sit up when a searing pain rippled through my right shoulder. I yelled in agony and gnashed my teeth. "He is awake!" A familiar voice suddenly shouted and rushed into the room.I gasped when I saw those gentle eyes staring at me. It seemed like ages since I had last seen him. "Chase?"There were a few swords men Chase had decided to busy himself with in the courtyard daily ever since I returned from the portal. I had kept my distance from him, fully focused on learning whatever it was Cain had failed to teach me and even when I had left the coven, not once did I think about him. How the hell did he find me here? He beamed at me, "Alpha Malric! Thank the
LyraEverything I had ever wanted was within my grasps now.The success of my plans greatly depended on how calm I could be under the pressure. A huge storm was coming and I wasn't sure if I was the one driving it or I'd be drenched in it, either way. I was going to be ready for it all. Draven hadn't been the same since Malric arrived and left. He told none of us to do anything about it, that it was a personal war between both of them now, but I knew better. Draven had never sent any guards after Malric, his heart was too soft for that. He sat in his bedroom now, his face buried in his palms as his thumbs rubbed his temples slowly. I sat down beside him, straightening my face into character and wrapped my arm around his shoulder, "My Alpha," I called softly, but he didn't flinch or raise his head, "What ails you so much?" He grunted and rose to his feet suddenly, allowing my arm to drop, "It's all too much for one person to handle, Lyra. This pack, it's a burden on the shoulde