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 marking of the Crescent Moon Pack is written in bold red and black font with the red moon in the center, and from the center, a sword is lying. As we got closer to the border of the territory, more warriors are guarding it.A few warriors are waiting for us at the border probably already expecting our arrival. They are the usual pack warrior, but since this is one of the four major factions of packing, their warriors look more intimidating with their bulky build and their towering height making me look small.Steve got out first on the car they automatically lowered their head as they saw Steve out of the car. Now that I think maybe, I should have taken Steve's offer on waiting on him in the Mansion. But there is no turning back. I held the grip of the door and swung it open.Some of the near warriors stop what they are doing as they realize that I am different from them and what is more shocking is I am with Steve."A human?" I heard one of them whisper to another warrior.Good thing I am wearing a hoodie, so they will not see my face. I know werewolves co-exist with humans and was known by few but they still hated our guts. Steve cleared his throat to get their attention. I could feel his irritation with them. His power was radiating around him making the air tense."Got a problem?” He narrowed his brow and I bite my lips to keep myself from giggling. He was trying to look intimidating which affect the pack warriors to even lower their heads. Steve is the most patient among us but once he snaps, you better ran away from him if you can."N-nothing your highness." They are all utter. We walk into the pack with the warriors leading the way. I can see that this pack is a huge one in the scope of the territory comprises half of the North.The four factions, the North, South, West, and East are ruled by the four strongest packs.The Crescent Moon of the North is known for its strength, mastery, and speed. They are rulers. All the ancestor's leaders of the three other factions came from them. No one dares to mess with them, as they know for being barbaric.South Lake Pack of the South is known for its weapons and craftsmanship. They stand in battles with the North for ages and their weapons can destroy anything that comes their way.The white moon of the West is known for its medicines and poison. They are the weakest in terms of physical strength but they are not someone to be a mess with. They live harmoniously with the human territory; you can say that they are the calmest pack.Golden arid of the East known for their kin eyesight and art battle. The desert is their habitat, which resulted in their unique area of battle. Once you cross their territories there is no going back.The only faction that does not follow them is the Central Kingdom known as the Royalties. They are believed to be the descendants of the King of werewolves and are truly respected because of their unknown power. They consider above all the four factions. Steve is one of them..."Kim, are you listening?" I stare at Steve who is now walking towards me, probably because I have not moved a single step."What is it again?" I ask confused. He lets out a sigh. He looks worried again."Are you sure you want to come with me?" he asked again. This is probably the 10th time that he asks me this ever since we left the car. Again, I nodded my head at him and he rolled his eyes at me. Not liking my answer at all, he walks faster but not fast enough to leave me alone.We are getting closer to the main house known as the pack house, the pack members are already gathered outside of their homes to check our arrival probably, they all stand there in awe, as Steve just stand there without even trying... Already caught their attention. You can smell the pressure in the air just by his presence alone.I watch as the unmated she-wolf stared at my brother with hearts in their eyes. While others started whispering about how can a weak human be here. I just rolled my eyes at hearing that word again. Shaking the memory off, I scan my surroundings, at first glance, it looks like a normal town of humans, children running around and playing, wives folding laundry, and doing housework while their husband is busy with work. But it is far from reality. These are all werewolves capable of snapping your head into two without a sweat."Your Highness welcomes to my pack I am Brent Kaulitz the Alpha." I look at the 560 yrs. Old wolf who looks like 40 yrs. Old wolfs. He has brown blonde hair and blue eyes. He was gorgeous for his age."It was a pleasure to be here Alpha Brent." My brother said politely even though I know he is looking for something or someone May I say. I look around for a moment. My heart is hammering inside my chest. I inhale sharply trying to calm myself."Just Brent is fine." He smiled and then a beautiful woman came beside him. He had blonde hair with green eyes. She looks like a great and nice Luna. "And this my wife, my Luna, and my Mate Stella." He said proudly. I found it adorable. I just hope the same thing happened to me... I shook the memory away."It is a pleasure to meet you. Luna Stella," Steve said. He gave them his million-dollar smile, which made the unmated she-wolf, lose it. I just rolled my eyes at him."Stella is fine. Your highness," Stella says while smiling, she is so beautiful whenever she smiles. She looks at me and smiles."And who is this young lady over here." She took a step in my direction."I'm Kim," I answered."She's with me" Steve added this seems to confuse the Luna but she was kind enough to not ask how did that happen.I just smiled not wanting to let them pry further about the details of how why I ended up coming with him. And Steve was already showing that he would not entertain any question."I see, please let us go inside," she mutters but stops on her track when we heard a loud growl coming from inside the Pack house?"LET ME GO ZION! SHE'S HERE!" The door burst open and I stop breathing as he stands there staring at me with his blue-green eyes.My whole body stiffens as I let myself take in everything that is happening, and there he is again making my whole world stop. Inhaling his mint winter scent. How can he just suddenly swift me off my feet by just being a few steps away from me? His gaze made me shiver down my spine, making my whole body feel alive just by his gaze.He tried to get closer to me but his friend caught him and Steve will not make that easy. Steve moves in front of me as everything registers in his head. He held me in his arms trying to block my view away from him. This stops me from running in his direction."Are you okay?" I look away from our staring game. Focusing my attention on Steve who is now on the verge of killing someone. I nodded my head but a loud voice boomed in the air."Miguel STOP RIGHT THERE!" it was the Alpha. My eyes grew wide as I realize why he reacted that way.He was marching towards us. His are all black, which means his wolf, is out of control. He snaps out. Once he calms down his eyes soon return to their original color, a color that I once longed for to stare at me with love.He just stood there and stared at me with pain and longing evident in his eyes. I gaze back at him but do not return his affectionate stare. I stare at him coldly and with no evidence of emotion can be seen.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
The Goddess teaches us that we, her Daughters, are sacred.But what about this man? And the other men?Shouldn't I try to save him like I would anyone who needed my help? His cuts are deep, but even before I think about it consciously, my mind knows what steps I should take to tend to his wounds.I go to the entrance of the hideout and sit looking out as the angry waves come in and wash my legs.The storm is devouring the world.The Goddess brought the stranger to me, so that I could see him.Is it a test?I heard the thunder all day. None of my Sisters heard it, not even Arina, who sees everything. Not even Irvina, who knows all the secrets of time. None of them saw it. Just me.I look over my shoulder at the unconscious foreigner.Your life is in my hands.If I were with my Sisters, sleeping, he would die on the beach. When he went hunting I would find his body. Some of the Mothers would see his body when they went out on their walks before sunrise. Or else he would be swallowed by