Astrid
I held the cape tightly, covering my small figure to avoid being seen and taken back to the castle. My knuckles had turned white due to the intensity of my grip on the cap.
After I had moved far away enough and was sure the servants wouldn't recognize me, I loosened my grip on the cape and brought down the hood covering my head. I breathed in a sigh of relief, seeing I had successfully escaped.
Even the I knew it was unlikely for me to be seen and brought back, I looked around nervously, trying to catch the gaze of anyone staring at me, but it was like I didn’t even exist. Everyone went about their daily business.
The atmosphere outside the pack was friendly and welcoming, contradicting the gloomy atmosphere of the castle. I didn't know much about anything or everything, but I was sure a castle was meant to be lively and warm, just like I had read about it in my books.
"Watch where you are going, fella!" A loud voice shouted behind me, startling me. I didn't realize I had unknowingly stood in the middle of the road, lost in my thoughts. I scrambled out of the way quickly.
"I'm….I'm sorry…" I mumbled under my breath. I was lucky it wasn't a galloping horse; if not, I would have been trampled upon. That would have been a horrible way to die, not as if my stay on earth was meaningful. My parents, sister, and even Magnus could eliminate the torn in their flesh. My parents would be happy to see the person who killed their beloved son finally get a judgment from the Moon Goddess.
Noticing my mood was already becoming gloomy, I snapped out of it. Before returning to my cold room, I didn't want to ruin my chance to look around the kingdom.
Breathing in shakily, I moved forward, my eyes trying to take everything at once. The sight was beautiful. The friendly people interacted, and I could tell they were at peace with each other. Soon, I got to the pack's market square.
It was bustling with business energy as different people roamed the market and marketers advertised their businesses loudly. Kids played around the market, running after each other and laughing loudly. Ware after wares were displayed beautifully. The market was loud.
"Beautiful lady. What would you like to get?" I flinched at the woman's sudden touch on my body and turned abruptly in fright. She looked startled at my behavior and quickly removed her hand.
"Sorry about that," she raised her hands In defense. I could feel the other's gaze on us, and I tried to control my erratic breathing.
"They are not my mother or sister." I chanted repeatedly in my head till I could stabilize myself.
"I'm sorry about that." The lady apologized again, and I nodded, letting her know it was okay. It wasn't her fault I was paranoid. She was a slim woman who looked to be in her late thirties. She had black hair packed into a bun, revealing her oval-shaped face. Her brown eyes held warmth in them. She was pretty, even for an older woman.
I looked at her wares and noticed jewelry of different kinds in front of me. My eyes immediately rested on an emerald locket shaped like a moon. I feel instantly in love with it. The jeweler followed my gaze to it and took it from where it was hanged.
“It will suit your beautiful emerald eyes. I would charge you less since I scared you earlier.” She said with a smile, handing it to me, but I refused to hold it.
"I…I don't have any money on me." I struggled to say, regretting why I hadn't taken enough money to get out of the enclosed castle walls. It was just a few coins with me, not even half of the funds for the locket. Her face fell at my words but brightened up back. I felt instantly jealous of her ability to smile without any worries.
"I don't think this can suit anyone apart from you. I will keep it for you. You can get it later when you have money on you." I was surprised she would go to that extent for a stranger.
“Why? Why would you do that?” I asked with a furrowed eyebrow. She stared at me like she could see inside my soul.
"Because I feel it would only suit you." She said after a few seconds. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Thanks, I guess. Huh….goodbye." I said and turned around to leave.
"Goodbye….Luna." I heard her say. I snapped my head back to her, unsure if I heard her well, but she continued with her sales.
"I must be hearing things," I said, turning to leave finally. I continued roaming through the market, and sometimes, I would feel people's curious gaze on me, and I tried hard to pay them no mind. I saw a bar in the middle of the market and smiled. It has always been part of my bucket list to go to one. Male and female people trickled in and out of the bar, so I knew it was safe for me to go in.
"Jason! Jason!" A young lady's voice rang out the market. She looked around frantically, screaming Jason. It seemed they had separated, and she noticed.
I paused my lips together and looked around for a child walking alone. People comforted the woman, and others in the market helped her search for the boy. I soon found myself in an alley, far away from the market.
“Jason?” I called out weakly, hoping he would be there. “Jason!” I called again. Not hearing any movement, I turned to move away.
"Mommy?" A soft cry sounded right behind me from the wooden crates of tomatoes. I turned and pushed it away and found a boy of five or four under the crates. I couldn't imagine how he got there. I noticed he was bleeding from his knees and a shoe missing from his leg. It was the missing Leo of the shoe I had traced down to the alley.
"Let's get you to your mommy, okay?" He stared at me wearily before stretching out his hands In a gesture for me to carry him.
I carried him. He was a bit heavy for my petite figure.
I successfully carried him back to the market. Immediately, he heard his mom's voice and shouted in happiness. He was loud, and I almost dropped him.
“Mommy! Mommy!”
"Jason? The lady ran towards us frantically and somewhat rudely snatched him away from me. Seeing I had no business being there, I walked toward the bar. I was tired.
"Miss! Wait, please." The lady's voice made me pause in my tracks. "Thank you so much. For helping me bring him back." She said gratefully, reaching out her hand to hold mine, but I evaded it. I nodded at her and walked into the bar.
ASTRIDEarly in the evening, one of Atlas's pack members approached me and offered to braid my hair. Initially, I was surprised but told her not to worry because I had someone for that. Samantha was capable of tending to my hair if I needed to. The lady insisted and said she was very good at working on hair.After trying to dissuade her, I finally let her braid me. A few minutes in, I appreciated her work. It was terrific, and she used an oily sap on my hair, making it smoother and straighter as she braided.“Where did you learn to braid like this?” I asked her.She chuckled. "My grandmother. She always braided us when we were younger; most neighborhood children came to her. She didn't charge them."“She sounds like a lovely woman,” I said, smiling at the girl. “Where is she now?”"She passed on," she said, pursing her lips for a long time. For a few minutes, she didn't speak but silently worked on my hair. I didn't talk too because I didn't know what to say then. I could tell she mis
MAGNUSWe found Atlas waiting outside when we returned from our little run. He was fidgeting and talking animatedly and pointing around. He seemed like a man on the verge of losing everything and was eagerly trying to save the little he had left.Astrid and I slowly approached him. I could feel Astrid's anxiety as she walked beside me. It made me feel bad that she felt that way—as if she was afraid of upsetting Atlas. I wished I could turn off the bond so I wouldn't have to suffer inside knowing that she felt like that.When Atlas noticed us, he dismissed his guards quickly and came running. When he reached us, he pushed me aside and grabbed Astrid by the arm. "Are you okay? You've been gone for long, and I was worried about you!"Atlas was all over Astrid, and it made me feel like tearing his skin off his bones. I could sense his possessive intentions, which didn't sit well with me.Astrid nodded and looked up at him with a smile. “I’m fine. I wasn’t in any danger.”Still, Atlas cont
ASTRID"Do you miss anyone back home? Samantha, perhaps?" I rolled my eyes and ignored Magnus like I'd been doing since he walked up to me in the garden.“Of course, I miss her,” I finally replied, feeling the nostalgia wash over me. “I'm just trying to think of myself first before anyone else, for once.”"That's a good thing, Astrid. I've always wanted that for you," he said, and it sounded very genuine. "I want us to go back home," he added, and I immediately stood up from the bench and began walking away."Astrid," he called out, and I felt goosebumps cover my skin.“I'm sorry that I keep bringing it up,” he said as he trailed after me."No need to apologize; just stop doing it."“I can't,” he replied. “I don't like living like this, like a fugitive.”"Well, you made the bed, so lay on it." I retorted as I quickened my steps."What is so special about these people anyway? Besides the Vampire.""The people love me," I answered honestly. "They treat me well, and they've accepted me a
MAGNUSI leaned back against the rough wooden wall, wincing as the movement tugged at the wound, still wrapped in thick layers of cloth. The scent of herbs and dried blood lingered in the room.I tried to focus on the room's warmth and comfort, but my thoughts drifted back to her. It was as if every time I closed my eyes, I could see her standing there, dressed in that damn bright yellow dress that clung to her curves in all the right places.I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but it was useless. She was all I could think about. That dress...it was almost too much. The way it hugged her waist, the soft material brushing against her thighs as she moved. My heart had nearly stopped when I saw her walk in.And her lips. Gosh, those lips. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take my eyes off them. Full and pink, they called to me, begging to be kissed and claimed. I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the desire building up inside me."Magnus," her voice broke through my th
ASTRIDI stood hesitantly outside the small room where Magnus was recovering, my heart racing with mixed emotions.It had been a few days since our last conversation, and I had been steadily avoiding another one with him.And it was because I couldn't bear the mournful look in his eyes whenever he looked at me.Whenever I felt like checking in on him, I'd pause like I was doing right then, utterly unsure how to navigate the meeting without feeling terrible afterwards.Ayla had refused to talk to me for three days; no matter what I traded, it was as if she wasn't even three, and the silence made me feel even worse.I wanted to turn away and return to my room, but I had to talk to him.I breathed deeply and nodded to myself before knocking twice and then pushing the door open."I knew you were out there," he stated immediately after I entered the room."Why aren't you wearing a shirt?!" I burst out as I eyed his naked torso crossly.He shrugged as he sat down on the bed. "It's boiling o
MAGNUSI woke slowly, like a man climbing out of a deep, dark hole. I forced my eyes open and winced from the sun's rays as I groggily took in my surroundings.“I’m glad you are finally awake.”My weak heart sputtered and leapt when I heard her voice before her face appeared above mine.She smiled warmly at me, even though I could see the tears shining in her eyes as she lowered beside me.I turned my head to the side, watching her. I wanted to speak, but my tongue felt like it had been glued to the top of my mouth…and my mouth felt like I'd eaten nothing but wormwood for weeks.She must have noticed me struggling to speak because she pressed a gentle hand to my chest and shook her head, "You need to rest."I didn't listen; I had so much to say…so I took a deep breath and tried to speak again."Where…am I?" I began, sounding and feeling like my tongue was rolling around in my mouth."You are in another pack," she replied, then pressed a finger to my lips when I made to speak again. "Y