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Yara’s POV
Beads of sweat ran down my body as my chest heaved up and down in exhaustion. I felt sore all over but when I noted that my fighting skills were improving with all the training, it all seemed worth it.
Unable to control myself, a large grin appeared on my face. Too bad it didn't last long.
“Who do we have here on such sacred training grounds? If it isn't the ugly freak of a wolf? Oops! I forgot that she isn't even a wolf.” A shrill voice rang out followed by multiple snide laughter and I immediately froze.
Fuck! Can't these bastards just leave me be for one goddamn day? Just one day to train in peace has now turned into a pipe dream?
My lips dropped into a scowl as I turned to face my new audience. Fiona and her minions stood there jeering at me with a mocking smile.
Can't they get past doing such a cliche thing? Who the hell goes around in pairs like this anymore. Tsk!
“Ah, What the hell is that?” I suddenly shrieked, covering my chest in mock shock and terror.
All of them flinched and began looking around warily to try and spot the danger.
“Oh, false alarm guys. Sorry. I honestly thought an ugly monster appeared. Thank the goddess that it's just Fiona or else we would have all been in real danger.” I said looking at them like they were fools.
At first, Fiona froze and then when she got my wordplay, her nose flared and her face turned beet red as she glared at me in hatred.
“You…” she spluttered looking like she wanted to pounce on me any minute from now.
Sadly for Fiona, not everyone in her gang was smart as one of the omegas there patted her chest and said, “You freak, why were you trying to scare us like that. Of course it's Fiona that's here. Who else would it be?”
I immediately spluttered in laughter at that.
The hell? How dense can someone be to not get such a clear jab.
Fiona glared at the omega, releasing her aura making the dumbo whimper and retreat into herself.
She then turned to me and began to walk in my direction.
I immediately took that as my cue to leave. “Well, I'll be off now. Have a nice day.” With that, I swiveled and began sprinting off the training grounds but I barely took ten steps before I felt my hair being yanked backwards.
Sharp pain shot through my scalp and I let out a shriek as my hand immediately flew to my head.
“Let me go!” I roared as I twisted frantically to shake her off but it was to no avail as her grip was iron like.
She didn't bother to speak anymore as with a growl, she dragged me back forcefully and threw me unceremoniously onto the floor.
I hissed. My elbows stung upon impact as I had tried to use them to break my fall. They had worked but were not in good shape.
Fiona didn't let me get my bearing as she was soon on me straddling me.
Obviously I was not going to let her have a go at me like I was a sitting duck so I struggled ferociously.
I screamed as I scratched and hit at her blindly like a crazy person. All my previous bravado and wittiness now gone only to be replaced with a strong will to survive and escape.
My efforts paid off and I was able to get a scratch onto her face.
Fiona froze as her face was turned to the side and her minions immediately gasped like I had done some sort of horrific thing.
Slowly, Fiona turned back to face me her eyes dark with menace and murderous intent.
I gulped realizing that I was screwed.
“Umm. I didn't mean….” I started in a bid to apologize
“You bitch.” Fiona let out a shrill scream and then her claws elongated while her eyes turned bright red as she glared down at me.
An alarm rang in my head and I sensed that if I didn't leave now, I would probably end up dead.
I pushed at her abdomen trying my best to get her off me but it was to no avail. Instead, she looked down at me with a sneer and before I could blink she raised her claws and brought it down hard on my face.
Sensing the danger, I tilted my head sideways and her claw missed my face by only a hair's length. I couldn't rejoice though because she suddenly dug it into my shoulder blades instead.
“Ahhh!.” I let out a scream of agony as Fiona pressed further into the wound she had inflicted on me. My mind clouded in pain and I struggled harder trying to get her to stop.
“I'll kill you. You bitch! How dare you?” She kept muttering with a mad gleam in her eyes as she dug further into my shoulder.
I could already foresee a long while for my healing as I didn't have the rapid healing that every wolf had.
Suddenly, she dug her claws out of my shoulders and then before I could blink, she wrapped both hands on my neck before squeezing.
My hands shot to my neck, desperately clawing at her hand as I felt my air supply being cut off. Added to her inhuman strength brought about by her half wolf state, I felt like a boulder was crushing my throat.
Spots filled my vision as my eyes watered while I wheezed and struggled. A loud ringing appeared in my ear too as all the sounds of the minions mocking laughter disappeared.
Was this how I was going to die? At the hands of Fiona who had made my life a living hell? At the hands of my bully?
No. I don't wanna die.
With that thought, one of my hand holding her neck dropped to the floor besides me and I desperately felt around for something… anything.
After searching aimlessly, I finally felt a small jagged stone on the floor and without a second thought, I raised it and jabbed it in Fiona's left eye.
Blood spluttered everywhere as Fiona let out an earth shattering scream.
“What the fuck?” One of the minions also shouted but I couldn't be bothered to care. I spluttered, wheezed and coughed violently in a bid to catch my breath.
I shoved Fiona who was too preoccupied with her now probably blind eye and then crawled to my feet in a clumsy and tipsy manner.
My vision was barely just clearing up but I couldn't slow down.
Relying on luck and help from the goddess, I ran - well more like stumbled pathetically - out of the training grounds.
I ran until I couldn't hear Fiona's screams anymore.
When I was sure that I wasn't being tailed, I finally looked around only to realize that I was in the pack woods. A place that was way too close to the pack border for my own good.
Still, this place was safer than staying back at the training grounds.
I walked to a large tree and then slid down till I was sitting on the ground.
Just a little while. I'll wait here just a little till I have to face reality again. Because I knew that I was going to be in deep shit for what happened to Fiona.
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I expected to be punished but I didn't expect it to come so soon and for it to be so painful.
After a while in the woods, I finally mustered up the courage to leave and walk back home. I purposely took a detour which allowed me to avoid any detection.
Immediately I stepped through the foyer, I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that I was now safe but I couldn't have been more wrong.
Kraaak!
A loud sound rang out and before I could make out from where, my head from my toe, something hit me hard making me fall backwards hard.
I groaned and wailed as pain shot through my whole body. It felt like I had been sliced open and looking down at my now bleeding and bruised body, I realized that I had actually been.
I looked up in fear at my attacker only for my whole body to pale in terror when I realized who it was.
Holding a whip decorated with gruesome looking thorns was Beta Greta. The wife to the most respected elder of the Blackthorn Pack.
Another name I knew her as was….
“M..m..mother.”
Her hand was cold.She led me to the altar without a word.Behind me, I could hear Ares's breathing. Shallow. Wet. Slowing.Don't listen, I told myself. Don't look back. If you look back, you won't be able to do this.So I looked forward instead. At the stone. At the dark, ancient symbols carved into its surface that seemed to writhe in the flickering candlelight. At the shallow basin in its center, stained black from centuries of blood."It won't hurt long," Perla said softly.The laugh that came out of me was half a sob. "You know, for someone who claims to love me, you have a very strange definition of comfort."She didn't answer.I placed my palm flat against the cold stone. The Mark on my hand blazed immediately—white-hot, furious—as if it recognized what I was about to do and wanted me to stop. I felt it pulse against my skin like a second heartbeat. Like a warning.I know, I told it silently. But what choice do I have?Ares made a sound behind me. Something broken and desperate
The wind picks up, howling through the ruined temple like a living thing. The candles around the altar flicker wildly but refuse to go out, as if held by invisible hands."Yara." Perla's voice has taken on a desperate edge. "Please. Just listen to me for one moment—""We're done listening," Ares snarls. His body is coiled tight, ready to strike. "We're leaving. Now.""You can't." Perla's hand moves to her belt, and suddenly she's holding a blade of her own—longer than the ceremonial dagger, wickedly sharp. "I won't let you."I feel the Mark on my hand flare hot, responding to the threat. Energy surges through me, the ancient power of my bloodline rising to the surface. "You're going to stop us? Your own daughter?""I'm saving us!" Perla's voice cracks. "Don't you see? This is the only way we can be whole again. The only way our family can be complete.""Our family?" I laugh, the sound bitter and broken. "You don't want a family, Perla. You want a resurrection. And you were willing to
The temple appeared like something out of a nightmare.It wasn't grand or beautiful like I'd imagined. It was ancient—older than anything I'd ever seen. Crumbling stone pillars rose from the earth at odd angles, covered in moss and vines that seemed to move even when there was no wind. In the center stood a circular platform, and at its heart, a stone altar stained dark with something I didn't want to think about."This is it?" I asked, my voice sounding small in the heavy silence."This is it," Perla confirmed, dismounting from her horse with fluid grace. "The Temple of Echoes. One of the oldest sacred sites in existence."Ares was already off his horse, his hand on the dagger at his hip. His silver eyes swept the clearing, cataloging every shadow, every potential threat. "It's too quiet."He was right. No birds sang in the trees. No insects buzzed in the grass. Even our horses shifted nervously, their ears pinned back."The veil is thin here," Perla said, walking toward the temple w
The two weeks passed too quickly.One moment I was agreeing to the ritual, feeling brave and certain, and the next I was standing in our chambers watching Ares pack supplies for the journey."We don't need that much," I said, watching him stuff another set of daggers into his travel bag. "Perla said the temple is only a day's ride from here.""I don't care what Perla said." He didn't look up, his jaw set in that stubborn way that meant arguing would be pointless. "We're going into unknown territory to perform an ancient ritual that requires your blood. I'm bringing weapons."I couldn't exactly fault his logic. I moved to the twins' bassinet, looking down at Lyris and Aldron. They were awake. In two weeks, they'd grown so much. Lyris's eyes were starting to look more green than blue, and Aldron had Ares's dark hair coming in thicker."I don't want to leave them," I whispered.Ares stopped packing. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my should
The four months passed in a strange blur of sleepless nights and precious firsts.Lyris smiled for the first time at six weeks old—a real smile, not just gas—and Ares nearly cried. Aldron discovered his hands at two months and spent hours staring at them like they were the most fascinating things in existence. By three months, they were starting to develop distinct personalities that went beyond "screaming" and "sleeping."Lyris was bold and demanding, always reaching for things just beyond her grasp, frustrated when the world didn't bend to her will. Aldron was quieter, more observant, but when he wanted something, he was just as stubborn as his sister. He just went about it differently."She's going to be a warrior," Ares said one afternoon, watching Lyris grab at a dangling toy with fierce determination. "Look at that grip. She's got her mother's stubbornness.""And Aldron?" I asked, rocking our son gently as he dozed against my chest."A strategist. He watches everything, figures
The weeks that followed blurred together in a haze of sleepless nights and stolen moments of joy.Lyris had her father's temperament—fierce, demanding, refusing to sleep unless someone was holding her. Aldron was quieter, more contemplative, but when he cried, it was with a fury that shook the walls. Between the two of them, Ares and I were running on fumes and adrenaline."She's doing it again," Ares muttered one night, or maybe it was early morning—time had lost all meaning. He was pacing the room with Lyris against his shoulder, patting her back while she wailed. "I've fed her, changed her, burped her. What else could she possibly want?""She wants to make sure we know who's in charge," I said from the bed, where I was nursing Aldron. "She's establishing dominance early.""Well, it's working." Ares looked down at his daughter with an expression that was equal parts exasperation and pure adoration. "You're a tiny tyrant, you know that?"Lyris responded by spitting up on his shoulder
Pain.That was the first thing. Not a thought, not a sound. Just a white, blinding, all-consuming fire. It was a different pain from before. The gash on my back was a deep, searing sea of agony, but this... this was a sharp, jagged, wrong thing.My shoulder. My left shoulder.I was floating in
The second I turned the corner, the massive stone archway of the Great Hall hiding me from view, the invisible wires holding me upright were snipped.It wasn't a gentle release. It was a catastrophic failure. The adrenaline, the cold, righteous fury that had been my fuel, all of it vanished in a
I woke to the sound of a bowl clinking against a wooden tray.My first thought wasn't panic. It was a dull, systematic assessment of pain.My back was a solid, throbbing wall of fire. My shoulder ached with a deep, grinding throb. But it was different. Yesterday, the pain had been a wild, screami
Wendy didn't just walk out of the room. She fled.The moment the door clicked shut, the heavy bar on the outside thudding back into place, the manufactured steel in my spine vanished. My legs, which had held me steady through pure, spiteful rage, turned to water.I stumbled back, my good hand catch







