The following morning, I woke up early, took a quick shower, and headed straight to the training ground. I arrived first as I couldn't sleep a wink. I began my warm-up routine, lifting the nearby logs and trees. As other werewolves started to arrive, some of them couldn't hide their surprise at seeing me there.
"Good to see you back," Glen said. He was one of the strongest warriors in our pack and now the Vice-Captain."Yeah." He seemed to get the idea that I do not want to talk to anyone right now. And I know that already knows why. Because there is no other reason for a werewolf to be agitated and broken unless it was related to their mate.They probably guess after my sudden outburst in the school that almost killed five pack members. I would have killed them after I heard that Dino almost broke my mate's arm, if not for my Father's command that time they are already buried underground. I heard they are already being sent in the borderline to keep them away from me because if not. Their death will be early."Want to spar?" I gazed at the new arrival. I do not recognize him at all. This is the first time that I saw him Is he even a member of this pack?"You probably don't know him. His name is Lindon from South Lake Pack, he's with them." He said pointing to the group of 10 unfamiliar werewolves that I hardly notice."Well want to have sparred with me?" the new guy added. I am not in the mood to do anything right now but may as well be trained while I am here.I nodded my head and he smiled. I do not like that smile it makes me wipe it off his face. During sparring, we are not allowed to transform into our wolves. Everyone gathered around us wanting to watch who would win. Well, it was to his advantage in knowing I have not been training for a month and some of them are probably thinking the same.However, I am too pissed and broken, and I wanted to do something to lessen it. My wolf finally agreed with me for the first time. We both gather in the center, the other circles around us. Glen stands between us and reminds us about the rules that no killing but until no one surrenders we will not declare a winner. Glen will still supervise to stop the match to keep us from getting badly injured to the point of dying."Are you ready?" Glen as we both nodded our heads and were ready for the position."FIGHT!" Glen walks out of the circle.We circled each other, watching each other move. Trying to figure out what attack will be the other does. He watches me like a hawk, giving me a cocky smile."Soon to be alpha. Why don't you show me what you got?" he said. I can hear the excitement in his voice. He also wanted to die early.I launched a punch at him but he dodged it, so I attacked again using my left leg and he did not expect it, hitting his side."I would focus if I were you," I warned. This time he was the one who attacks for giving me punches from both sides, he was quick but I was able to block them all. He jumped midway and tried to kick me but I dodged it, he was lucky enough to almost hit me."Aww, you were fast," he whined. I do not know why he was acting like that. But he was eminence with power. I did not feel it at first but now I am sure of it. He could hit me earlier if he was serious enough in the fight.His eyes flickered with excitement as he launched another attack, managing to land a blow just below my right abdomen. However, I didn't waste a single moment while he was still taken aback. Acting swiftly, I maneuvered behind him and delivered a firm strike to the back of his head.He is collapsed on the ground unconscious. He was powerful but not enough to watch my movements."I think that concludes my training. I'm going." All of them fell silent and I took that as my cue to get out of here.Kim's POV“When you are in love with someone who has rejected you, it can be hard to let go of those feelings, and you may continue to hold onto hope that the person will eventually change their mind”I observed as the buildings gradually turned into trees as we continued to move away from the city. Soon enough, we were on a dirt road leading deep into the forest. I glanced over at Steve, who was driving, and he offered me a reassuring smile."Are you ready little sis?" I just nodded my head and smiled back at him. It has been a month since I last saw him. The pain is still there but I can bear with it."Are you sure you wanted to come with me in the pack? You can just stay in the mansion." He said. I squeeze his hand to assure him I will be fine. And besides, we need to do this because I am part of this and whether I like it or not I am partly the reason why."I'll be okay Steve." I smiled at him while he returned it with a sigh but nod in the end.I looked outside the window, the ma
Miguel's POVI got myself up earlier than usual and had my way to the bathroom. I heard that the royalties are coming here to discuss something about the war, which is getting out of hand with the rogue king.We do not particularly like the Central Kingdom but they hold this unknown power and the way they kept everything to themselves is intriguing and their numbers are unknown. What we know is they are smaller in terms of number over the other factions. But they are not to mess with. My father said that exact word as he talks about their arrival last time.I took a warm shower to get myself back to my senses. I rather feel weird since this morning especially my wolf, he is starting to feel restless. And it was making me nervous a bit and excited? Then something hit my nostrils, the familiar scent of sweet vanilla. This can't be?I hurried out of the bathroom and grab my clothes, which are already lying, on my bed. I sniffed the air and found her scent getting stronger. My wolf is get
Miguel's POVI took a deep breath trying to calm myself but it is not working at all.I cursed myself before walking inside where she was sitting next to that bastard who was now holding her hand. A growl escaped from me and their head snap in my direction except her she keeps her eyes on the wall like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I even find myself wanting to crush that stupid wall!"Sit down Miguel." I let out a sigh and sat on the seat across from her. I keep my eyes locked on her."Okay now we first wanted to discuss my son's situation with--" My father was cut off by that bastard who is now standing and giving me a death glare."There is nothing to discuss that matter." A loud growl erupted from my father but he did not care, he just stood there and gave my father the same intensity of power. It was disrespectful to cut off any Alpha while he was talking."You wouldn't want to fight with me Alpha." This time my father stood still and glared at him.The fact tha
Miguel's POV:My room was a mess – shattered glass, broken furniture, and the remnants of my unleashed fury scattered everywhere. The echoes of my roars still resonated in my ears as I paced restlessly. The scent of fresh blood lingered in the air, a reminder of the physical toll my emotional turmoil had taken on me.As I stood there, my wolf howling in frustration, I felt a familiar presence at the doorway. It was my mother, her eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and understanding. She cautiously entered, stepping over the debris, and approached me with a measured calmness."Miguel, my son," she began softly, her voice carrying a soothing undertone that contrasted with the chaos around us. "I know this is hard for you, but you must find a way to cope with your feelings."I glared at her, my inner turmoil still simmering beneath the surface. "How can I, Mother?" I snapped. "She's there, right in front of me, but I'm not allowed to claim her. To be near her. It's tearing me apart."S
KIM - YEARS LATERI hear thunder as soon as I step out the tall wooden door that leads into the garden, taking the stone steps two at a time until I step onto the fresh grass.I raise my chin to the sky, but there aren't even any clouds there to justify the noise that announces a storm. In fact, there is barely any sun as it is so early.I adjust the quiver on my shoulder and go along the pebble path, being careful not to hurt my feet on the rougher ones, sure that Mother Heste will be very upset if she finds out that I'm out here barefoot. But I need to take a look at the traps I left before the other Sisters wake up and I have to join them for dawn prayers.I go faster and faster until I reach the cold sand, leaving the Tower of the Goddess behind with each step. I feel the sticky sea wind making my tunic stick to my body. The thick braids of my unruly hair lashing down my back. I press the leather strap of the quiver between my breasts, which sway with my running motion.This is my
Leaders of clans and tribes stood on the beach, day after day, begging for mercy with their ships packed with gold.When they wanted to take us by force, the Goddess caused a thirteen-day storm to fall on them, which sank their boats and their gold, so they left and never returned.There are no other books about men. There is no information about the continent and what happened there in these hundred years. But I know what Mr. Tastaren tells me.I know of these strange people he calls 'wolves' and who easily conquered all the clans and tribes because of a devastating winter that swept all the cities.Here on the island there is no snow and ice or scorching heat.The Goddess protects us.The weather is always pleasant. The fruits sprout all year round on trees and bushes. We have small vegetable gardens. We eat flowers and seeds. And I hunt small animals that add a stronger flavor to broths, stews and soups.I like it here. I like the Sisters and the Mothers. But I can't silence the cu
The other Sisters are tense around us, silently undoing their braids. Their naked bodies glowing in the candlelight scattered throughout the carved stone room. On the walls there is a huge statue of our Mother Goddess — with open arms to welcome us — and statues of the most important Mothers and Sisters. Those who were exceptionally gifted. Until the first, Sonna, there at the altar. She is mentioned in almost all ancient books as “she who was carved by the Goddess”. The first to possess magic in her blood, the gift, the power. It looks scary to me from where I'm sitting, holding a huge bouquet of flowers in one arm and a dagger in the other. The books say that she fought alongside men. They say she saw the future in the blood of her enemies, in the fire that burned their bodies. She helped the northern clans retake Pontis Maari when it was invaded by the island people. And she was my age when she did it.None of us were raised to be a warrior like Sonna.I know how to use a knife and
I walk along the beach at night with my candle protected in its glass and wood holder and an urgency burning in my chest. I try to calm myself by humming a song that Mother Darba sang to us when we were little. Something about passing storms and bright mornings. I don't remember the lyrics very well, but the melody is enough to calm me down a little.The water is not far away.I just have to get there and throw the things inside the bundle.The strong wind practically pushes me forward forcing me to hold the candle holder tightly in my hand, even though its dim lighting doesn't make any difference here.“The Goddess cannot be among us if there is no light.” I take a deep breath of the salty, humid air.In ten minutes I'll be back in my bed. I will be with my Sisters and all this will be left behind.It was very easy to get here. I suppose the Goddess is in agreement with my plan. For a moment I wonder why she allowed me to meet Mr. Tastaren. Because she allowed me to see all these thi