Daciana wakes up to the comfort of Milton's bedroom. He lies beside her, his eyes never leaving her sight as he watched her sleep. "You're up. That's good," Milton smiles. She tries to get up, but feels a sting at the side of her tummy. "Ouch!" She groans in pain. Milton extends an arm and helps her sit properly on the bed. His radiant smile is one that Daciana is not familiar with. "What happened?" She asks him. Milton raises an eyebrow. "You really don't remember anything that happened this past few days?" Daciana replies. "I do. But I don't remember what happened today or yesterday." Before Milton can give her a proper explanation for everything going on, they hear a faint knock on his bedroom door. Robert walks in shortly after. He has a smile on his face. This also makes Daciana worried. But after a moment of staring at his face, her memories light up. She remember hugging him in the woods. She remembers being rescued from Landon's hand by him. She remembers his promise
Daciana's P.O.VI 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 formida
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?"