Alruin I rushed into the restaurant to find Malric still at the table, with a glass of wine in his hand and a cigarette between his lips. I had no idea what the witch planned to do, so I didn’t want to raise an alarm about it. I slipped into my chair and his eyes flickered with surprise, as if he hadn’t been expecting me to return. “Did you find your restaurant?” he asked slyly.“Malric,” I whispered urgently, ignoring his mocking tone, “we have to leave this town, right now.”He frowned and glanced around before leaning in, “Why?” “It’s a long story,” I said and sucked in a whiff of air as I tried to catch my breath. “But we have to go right now, this town isn’t safe. Not for us, not for anyone.”He rose to his feet, snapped his finger at the bartender and placed a note on the table. We walked out briskly, and he kept glancing behind to see if we were being followed. He snatched the hoodie off his head and shook his head angrily, “I knew it! I knew it! My father’s allies. They f
Alruin After giving it some thought, I realized how much of a fuss Malric and I must have created in that restaurant. What if they'd even heard everything we said? Well, as long as I was out of there and he would be the one to feel the shame. I didn't find another restaurant down the quiet street, but I found a small wishing well. I stared into the limpid water and smiled when I saw the hundreds of coins buried beneath it. Hundreds of wishes and hopes. I prayed silently to the goddess that most of them had come true. I felt compelled to throw a coin in and wish that Lorak was okay and someday, he would be able to heal completely from what I did to him. “Oh dear!” A loud, strangled cry suddenly rippled through the atmosphere and I turned around sharply to find an old woman sprawled on the ground, a bag of groceries scattered beside her and a walking stick. “My damn bones give up on me at the wrong times!” she whined in pain.I rushed to her quickly and knelt beside her. “Are
AlruinI couldn’t love him any more, because it was detrimental to me and everything around us.Wherever Malric and I were together, there was always chaos. Vantheir, Moon Cadence, Snowfang, Silvermoon and now, Mojo. Everywhere, we soiled relationships and left the pack or town in more ruin than we found it. Maybe our union was cursed and we were actually never meant to be together, but I felt more comfortable that I wasn’t travelling solo anymore. “You know, I am very curious,” I said when Malic finally lit a fire with only two stones. “I never knew you’d be able to do that. When we were gathering the twigs, I thought you were crazy.”He held his palms at a close distance to the fire for warmth and I did same, “I won’t say I was exactly pampered my entire life,” he replied, “some certain life skills were taught to me, in case the pack was ever attacked and I would have to find my own way. I hated it, because I had to live on my own for a week in the wild.” My eyes flickered with
Lyra“I thought you’d be here?”I had allowed Draven to mark me so that he would be able to mind-link me if need be, but it wasn’t necessarily significant, until he got the Alpha mark and marked me officially as his luna. “Why? What’s happening there?” I asked apathetically as I squinted at the purple liquid in the transparent vial.“The coronation is tonight,” Draven replied, “and you were supposed to be here, Lyra. We’ve paid the compensation to your pack and now everyone thinks that you are gone for good.”“But you know that I am not, Draven,” I said impatiently, and nodded at Eli, signalling for him to leave. “Don’t you think it will cause less drama if I am not there? Let the people focus on you, Draven. Let them accept their new Alpha and gradually, I will fit in again. There are just some things I have to handle here.” I could feel his grumpiness and frustration in his tone, even though he tried to mask it. “You will come back soon, won’t you?” he asked.“Yes, as soon as I a
AlruinHe had to be messing with me. There’s no way Malric would give up what he had worked his entire life for. It was absurd! I finished tying the reins of my horse to a slim tree and turned to look at him. He was resting on a sac he had brought along, staring at the sky interminably with his palm shielding his forehead. I was stunned to see him. Shocked that he would dare to leave his comfort zone for me. I sighed and walked to him. His gaze slowly shifted from the sky to my face. “The sun will be out very soon,” he said, “we have been riding for most of the night. Better get some rest before we get going again.”I scoffed, “We?” I asked and his brows furrowed, “There’s no we, Malric. We end here. You suddenly showed up again and ruined another good relationship I built with people. It’s like that’s the role you were born to play in my life and it’s so damn sickening!”He frowned, “You made friends with who exactly, Alruin? Werewolf hunters? Oh, come on, you know I saved you fr
Alruin“You just had to come after me, didn’t you?”Malric grimaced slightly as he watched Mojo pull out the spear that had been driven into the huge man’s chest. I had urged Malric to surrender instead of fighting. I had a feeling that if he wanted to, he would have been able to take down Mojo and his crew at will, but I didn’t want it to end this way. Just like Silvermoon, they had housed me, even though we had started off a bit rough and now, Malric was here to destroy that relationship again. The huge man had simply refused to go down, fighting off Mojo’s men like they were a swarm of flies he was trying to kill. Frankly, he had every right to tackle the fight that way. He was almost twice the size of everyone, but they were just too many. A dozen men to one was enough, but a dozen men with weapons, designed to hunt down and kill werewolves like him, shifted the odds in Mojo’s favor. “With the way they attacked him, you’d think they had been preparing for a fight like this the