Morphius.” He said.Estelle whispered his name, testing it on her tongue. “You haven't gone by that name since then?”Moore shook his head. The name had been more of a curse for him. When he was Morphius, he was ridiculed, abused and was a useless boy. Moore Corcoran is a new life for him. A better male, in every way. “No. That name holds too many bitter memories that I’d prefer to stay in the past and forget.”“How did you stop the war?” Estelle asked. Taking a sip of her cold tea, she leaned back on her seat.“When the Goddess blessed me, when I was reborn, there was a wave of energy in the minds of every Were.. Like they could sense the birth of a new line.” He had a faraway look in his eyes again. “My.. father, he was shocked and terrified of me when I came back home. He wouldn’t look at me and replied curtly whenever I tried talking to him. I thought to myself then, that even this doesn’t change my relationship with him.” He smiled bitterly. “He still treated me as if I wasn’t hi
Moore led Estelle to the café situated near the forests at the back. They passed by a few buildings and the medical office. There was even another library. From what she could glimpse from one of the buildings, she could see several apparel stores and a provision shop. How did they get the items here? She remembered Moore telling her that not anyone could see their territory. She doesn't remember seeing any supply vehicles, there aren’t even any around here. She voiced her question to him.“Sometimes, when a pack member goes out into the city, they stock up on what is needed. The items are shipped to the opposite side of the river which is then transported over to our side by a small boat. Our men carry the items into this place.” He explained. A Were pup who was hanging on a tree caught his eye and waved at him. Moore waved back and continued, “But usually, we do trades.” He said. They reached the café and he held the door open for her to enter.“Trades? With who?” Estelle asks. They
The following week, Estelle kept training herself and tried to catch up with the other members. Although she is weaker, she was able to keep up with the harsh training. When she asks why they do things the old way, she is told that while change is important, the pack tries to keep each creature’s traditions. Being in this pack, even when she is surrounded by things and people she’s not familiar with, Estelle feels strangely at home and comfortable. These creatures always treat her warmly, except for a select few. Her bond with Moore grew a little too. He never fails to visit her in her room before she sleeps and greet her whenever she comes down in the morning. He filled her with stories and histories and it feels good to hear it from someone who experienced those moments. He even provided her with some money, to get her own clothing and her other needs. When she argued with him about it, he simply said that if she is uncomfortable with receiving it and if she wishes to earn her own
For two days, Moore didn’t sleep well. Harvey’s words had affected him a lot. He didn’t want to entertain the thought but hearing it from another, he had to consider the possibility.There are rare cases where a creature is poisoned slowly throughout their life. Either in torture or any other reasons someone has. Every creature has their own weakness, it isn’t shared outside of their own species. They would be given small doses every now and then and it would affect their growth and natural abilities. It is considered deadly because when a creature loses what makes them Other, they would be stripped and considered human, making them prone to human disease. The contaminated other, or CO as some would call them, would be vulnerable as they become easier to kill. When you stop the dosage, COs would heal slowly but they will never return to how they used to be because of the years of damage to their internal body. Most Pack Leaders would end the suffering of their members or exile them b
She ran as fast as her small legs can go, following this instinct inside her. She had been running for hours. The bruise on her rib and her swollen thigh hindered her from going the pace she wanted. The faint sound of rushing water tells her that there’s a waterfall up ahead. Come on Estelle, just a little bit more. She pushed herself.She brushed away the long leaves covering her path and stumbled upon a small clearing with a mini waterfall at the center. The water had been calling her to it. She dragged her throbbing feet towards it. Her whole body hurts and burns, her thigh aching from the blows it received. She clutched a hand to her ribs, trying to put a pressure on the pain but instead making it hurt more. She was only a few steps away from the edge of the water when she tripped on a rock jutting out from the ground and fell.Her vision began to fade as she hit her bleeding head on the ground. The impact of the fall on her body intensifies the pain. It hurts everywhere. Black do
Pain.That’s what she felt when she regained consciousness. It is all over her body, aching and hurting and throbbing. She could smell the scent of medicine and oil. Estelle opened her eyes carefully. Once her vision cleared, the sight of an unfamiliar room greeted her. The walls were painted a reddish brown and furniture that looks like a mix between Victorian and French are decorated around the room. Paintings and flowers adorned the walls and a small round table. She was lying on a Victorian like canopy bed. Where am I? She wondered. The last thing she remembered was falling after failing to get to whatever her instincts were so strongly pulled to. As she looked around the room once more, she became sure that she wasn't with Tyler. She looked down at herself and realized that someone had changed her into a shirt and loose shorts. Estelle tried to get up but stopped when her head pounded from the movement and her rib felt sore. She lied back down and wheezed in pain, one hand clu
Estelle entered a room with apple green walls and was greeted by a pale, dark haired woman who bowed to her. The woman stayed bowing while muttering something under her breath. Estelle tried not to show her cluelessness, fidgeting around on her feet.“Rise, Rennie.” The man, Moore, commanded softly. Rennie straightened herself and smiled at Moore, “Master Moore,” she nodded her head and turned to Estelle, “My Lady.” At this, she smiled wider, her pointed fangs showing. Vampire? Startled, fear slowly creeping in her at the thought of being in a territory that welcomes vampires. What the hell is this place? Werewolf and vampire don’t mix. They’re mortal enemies. That’s how it had always been. So, how is this possible?Moore cleared his throat. “I told you not to call me that, Rennie.” He shifted his weight and leaned against the door frame, sliding his hands into his pocket. Which makes Estelle even more confused about how a werewolf could act so comfortable and familiar with the enem
Estelle roamed the halls of the house aimlessly. She guessed that it had four floors; she had been on the second floor when she woke up and the kitchen and medical room had been on the first. The floor she was on now is the third. The hallways were filled with paintings and art of all kinds, portraits, statue figures and even scrolls written in a language she didn’t understand. There are doors after every few decorations. Huge, glass chandeliers hang from the ceiling. The walls were painted a deep red with gold borders. The dimly lit lights cast off a glow, making the hallway look like it is from a different era. She remembered the corridors of the second floor were designed in a similar manner, with lesser art and it being more bright. She read the names on the tag of the doors, of people she didn't know as she walked on - Jamie, Harvey, Chris, Jayden, Gerald, Avril, Elena and so on. Those people must’ve been out as she didn’t pick up any sounds of movement in their rooms as she pa