Daciana's P.O.V
I stood at the edge of the hill, buffeted by gusts of salty sea air. It was colder than I expected, and my fingers trembled slightly as I readied myself for the fight.My father stood across from me, grinning confidently. His eyes never left me, noting each subtle movement before it could become a strike. He had always been too fast for me; no matter how hard I tried, I could never catch him off guard.“Your movements are too rigid and controlled," he said, his voice carrying over the wind like a fatherly lecture. "You have to learn to be more flexible and natural in your actions."I rolled my eyes humorously despite my frustration. “Maybe if you spent less time talking and more time fighting, I could have hit you at least once!"With a confident yell, I sprinted forward and lunged towards him, my arm extended towards his cheek. He moved out of the way with remarkable dexterity and grace, but not before grinning.I charged at him again, having no notion of how formidable an opponent he was. His body shifted into a low stance, and he placed his right hand behind his back as if to pull out a weapon.“You underestimate me, dad!” I shouted as I launched myself at him.He stepped aside like water around a rock, and I barely kept my balance from the sudden turn of momentum. My father grabbed my wrist, and in one swift motion, he twisted it behind my back and pinned me to the ground, sending jolts of pain through my arm with every movement.His sharp claws dug into the nape of my neck, and I winced in agony. “You win, dad! Please don’t force your claws into my neck again," I pleaded.A soft chuckle reverberated from within him;“Daciana, you never listen to my advice.”I stood to my feet and shook off the leaves clinging to my clothes.“You always win,” I grumbled. “I should train with people I can beat instead of you.”My father threw his head back and laughed, tears streaming down his brown cheeks. “What good is it if you just practice against opponents who are weaker than you?” he asked.I mulled over his words, though I was not willing to admit it, but deep down, I knew he was right—I had fought against him a hundred times and lost every single time.My father took a deep breath. “You're more capable than you realize, Daciana," he said. “And I won't stop until you reach your full potential.”I smiled and replied sarcastically, “Stop being so corny, Dad. Mom will make us sleep outside if we're late for dinner tonight." With that, I jumped onto his back for a piggyback ride out of the forest.Halfway out of the forest, a faint whistle caught my attention and set me on edge."Dad," I announced nervously, "I think we're being followed."He chuckled at my paranoia. "It's just the Forest playing mind games with you," he said.But I could sense something powerful looming in the distance, getting closer with each passing second—hurried footsteps and an unfamiliar energy radiating from behind us."No, Dad," I pleaded, fear gripping my insides. "Something is coming."We continued our slow walk, and I felt a heavy hand rest on my shoulder. I turned just in time to see the silhouette of what could only be the most feared creatures of the forest—rogues. Fear cemented me in place as its glowing yellow eyes locked onto mine.“Rogues!” my father shouted, and more appeared from behind us.One of them swooped me up onto its back and dashed away with me while my father fought off the others. I frantically squirmed in its grip, trying to grab any part of its body that I could reach, but nothing worked.The rogue was faster than my father - or at least it was until dad emerged from behind it with his claws deep into its chest. As he ripped out a howl of rage, I felt the creature's heart beat decline, and I recoiled immediately, freeing myself from its grip.“What sort of training is this?” I asked my father, confused by his intensity. His eyes were blazing red with anger, and I could sense his desire for retribution in his fierce gaze.“This is not a training!” My father roared as he nimbly dodged an approaching rogue from behind. Though I tried to fight beside him, exhaustion quickly sapped the strength from my body.My father battled like a madman, but the rogues kept coming in greater numbers until they outnumbered us two-to-one. In desperation, he yelled at me: “Daciana, run back to the pack and get help!”.I stumbled backward before sprinting away. Even though every step was painful, I pushed myself forward, hoping that help would arrive in time.Just for a second, my father's gaze left the rogues he was fighting, as if to check in on me. In that moment of vulnerability, one of them moved with lightning quickness and struck him with its hand, sending him flying through a nearby tree. I screamed his name in terror.“I'm fine Daciana,” he reassured me, even though it looked like he could barely stand on his two feet after taking such a hit from the rogue.He smiled at me reassuringly, almost as if this kind of danger was something he dealt with on a daily basis. While I admired his inner strength and wished I could be half as resilient as him, I was still mad at him for not being more careful.“Daciana! Get out of here now!” he ordered.My feet sunk deeper into the soft earth with each step as I ran through the forest, desperately searching for the clearing that would lead me to safety. I had promised my father I would come back for him and I was determined not to let him down.A rogue suddenly sprang out of nowhere right in front of me, blocking my path to the village. Its eyes glowed with hatred as it lunged towards me, claws extended and ready to rip into my flesh. Father had killed one already and I knew if I wanted us both to make it out alive, I wouldn't hesitate another second.I flung myself onto a nearby tree branch and leapt above it, barely avoiding its grasp. In one motion, I snatched up a thick limb from the ground and drove it through the creature’s chest with all my strength. It roared in agony as I shouted “That is for attacking my father!”Satisfied with my work, I raced along the path without ever looking back. Branches scraped at my face as I stumbled over fallen logs, all while trying to keep steady on my feet until finally I reached the entrance of the forest.I burst out of the dense forest, gasping for air. As I stumbled into the village, a bead of sweat rolled down my temple, and my heart thundered in my chest.Where were the sentries?Panic clawed at my throat as I searched for anyone who could help. Suddenly, I collided with Caleb, my father's beta."Ciana?" he said, concerned. "Why are you panting like that? Where is Nathan?"I struggled to compose myself. "Father... the alpha... the forest."Caleb's eyes widened. He took me by the shoulders. "What happened in the forest? Where is your father?"I felt dizzy, and my words came out jumbled. "Rogues," I muttered finally, before everything went black.Daciana’s P.O.VI woke up to a headache and a very blurry vision of wherever it was I lay.I could hear hushed voices around me all mumbling something underneath their breath, but I could barely see their faces or recognize their voices.“Where… where am I?” I whispered as my sight became clear.“Ciana! You’re a wake!” yelled a female voice which sounded just like that of my sisters and I felt a thud on my body as she hugged me tightly.“Too tight Amelia. The hug is too tight,” I mumbled with my breath.She giggled softly, but something about her laughter didn’t feel right.“I thought I had lost you too,” she sobbed.I took a deep breath and sat upright on the bed. Only then did I realize I was in my bedroom at home.My mother was not with us in the room. Only a few guards and the village healer who seemed to have been working tirelessly to ensure I was in good health.I couldn’t recall what happened to me, but I remembered bumping into Caleb on my way out of the forest.“Where are Mot
Daciana’s P.O.VMother and I returned to my bedroom after the elders passed their judgment. She was fuming with rage, but never said a word.We got inside the room and she began packing my clothes into a bag without looking at me.“What are you doing?” I asked her. She didn’t answer.“Mother,” I called, but again, she didn’t answer.“Stop ignoring me Mother. What are you doing?” I demanded.She sighed, wiping a tear drop from her eyes. “The Elders just passed their judgment declaring the heir of the pack a rogue. If word of this gets out to the villagers, that you killed your father – they’ll burn you alive.”She zipped up the bag and tossed it at me. “You need to leave. Now!”“I didn't do it,” I mumbled. “I didn't kill Father,” I said with a cracked voice.My mother came closer and hugged me. “No one knows how much you loved your father like I do. I would never believe you killed him.” She spoke lovingly.Amelia walked into the room and found us locked in an embrace. She quickly joine
Milton’s P.O.V She slept silently like an angel. Peaceful and beautiful as she regained her strength from the toil of last night. I stared at her, unsure of what to do while she slept on my bed, and with no idea of what to do when she finally woke from her slumber. The scent of her body was different from that of the rogues that attacked her. She seemed like someone who had been cast out of her home and for that reason alone, Robert; my beta was against bringing her into our pack as that would make the rest of the villagers feel unsafe until they were certain she could be trusted. She wasn't mated. I could sense it, and maybe that could explain why I felt drawn to her. She was lucky that I had gone hunting last night, otherwise she would have been dead.“Why are you staring at me?” The voice I heard awoke me from my thoughts as I stared at the lady before me. She was awake and I had not noticed it until she had spoken up. I was uncertain of how long she must have been awake but one
Milton's P.O.VAccompanied by Richard and Adam, I walked back to my office thinking about where she could have gone. She had disappeared from the pack, and this I was certain of when the guards I ordered to find her returned with downcast looks on their faces.“What do we do now?” Robert asked. “If she's out there in the woods, we have to find her.”“I thought you were against keeping her in the pack?” I asked him. “Shouldn't you be happy she's gone?”Robert was a complicated and indecisive man. He had this habit of developing a sudden change of heart towards situations without a reason.In this case, the hatred he had for this lady - Daciana, was still visible in his eyes, but for reasons best known to him, he believed now it was better to have her close enough and keep an eye on her.I waited for Robert to think of an excuse for his decision as always and seconds later, he began.“She could be a spy. Maybe even an assassin.” He accused her.My eyes closed faintly as my lips spread wi
Daciana's P.O.VIt was my third day in the dungeon and I hadn't been allowed the warmth of sunshine. I was locked up in a cold dark room with nothing but a candle light to keep the monsters at bay, and the company of rodents to keep me sane.Everyday, for the past three days, a guard would occasionally walk down to the dungeons to ascertain that I was still bound by my chains. After he left an elderly woman would come down with a tray of food to satisfy my hunger.Her name was Elena. She was short and had hips that could barely ease her passing through the door. I was never able to get a good look at her face due to the dungeons' poor lighting, so all I knew about her was that she was a mother of two strong boys whom she said were the Alpha's most trusted guards.Each day she came down, I would ask her what the Alpha wished to do with me, and why he hadn't come down to question me like.he said he would, and each day I asked her, she would say. “Milton will come.”Today, I had no reason
Daciana's P.O.VNova. That is the name I gave my wolf after a long moment of debating with her on what name would suit her just right.I had suggested she answer a part of my name; Ciana, but she vehemently refused. According to her, the name was unattractive and unfit for a rare white werewolf such as herself.I am finally able to speak to her without voicing my words out loud and making myself appear psychopathic before those around me."Why hasn't he come to see you?" Asked Nova.She is dismayed by the fact that I and Milton have not spoken to each other since we returned to his pack two nights ago."How should I know? He is probably busy with some other women," my voice comes off filled with jealousy and I failed to realise that I have spoken out aloud."Is that how little you think of me?"I turn my gaze to the door on hearing a voice that does not go up and down. Milton is standing there, and his ocean blue eyes linger on me for a moment."How long have you been standing there?"
Milton’s P.O.V“She doesn’t deserve to be here for another day,” Robert barks.He has not come to terms with Daciana living under the same roof with me, for some reason he hates her. It is not strange as Robert has always been a hard man to get to.Adam has not said a word since they stepped into my office. He has a strange attitude whenever we are around Daciana and seldom makes contributions when we are discussing about her. He is the one who always offers sensible solutions and never truly loves a fight.On the day we rescued Daciana from the rogues, he had insisted that we simply walk up to them and question them on why they were attacking a young lady on my pack premises. It felt reasonable but Robert couldn’t wait as he jumped in to attack them.Now, he so badly wants to get rid of the person he put his life on the line to save.Adam opens the door to the wine cellar in my office and returns with a sparkling red wine. He sets cups before I and Robert and pours us both a drink be
The cold wind blows in the hallway that leads to the meeting room of the elders. Photos of Alpha's who have ruled over the Moon Valley pack are hung on the walls.Milton walks slowly, taking his time to enjoy the whistling wind and intentionally keeping the elders waiting.This would be the very first time he attends a meeting with the Packs elders without Robert by his side. With no knowledge of his whereabouts, Milton hopes that the elders do not question him about the absence of his Beta.As he arrives at the door, Milton hears the muffled voice of the Elders bickering within the ancient door of the council room.He takes a deep breath before pushing the door open."You summoned me," announces Milton.The attention of the five elders are drawn to him with no hesitation.Usually, they would stand to their feet as a show of respect to their Alpha, but today; they didn't.Henry, the Elders leader, finally stands to his feet after Milton is seated. His frown is one which Milton expect