Amelia's Point of View
" Hi aurora. You have a really nice name, and a nice face too" a guy at the corner said. His name was Mark, I knew him, recognized him as one of my numerous bullies. Then again, everyone bullied me.
" Stop trying to flirt with the newbie mark, seriously, finding your mate would be delayed if you keep getting into every woman's pants" the head chef said.
Mark muttered, words about how his mate was probably dead and long gone and how he had come to terms with it.
" I'm Sofia. I clean and do the laundries" a timid girl said.
I did not know her, she was probably new here. Maybe a mate to one of the pack members.
A girl waved at me. She was on a pixie cut and she wore an identical robe to mine.
" I'm Delilah, one of the Luna Gina's maids. Believe me when I say, you have a lot to learn. First, that dress is too tight for you if you want to work with the Luna. Something more shapeless would do. And your hair is just so pretty. She might decide to chop it off herself like she did mine. " She said nonchalantly.
I looked at her in horror. Was she seriously used to this treatment? This form of lifestyle that it did not seem to bother her any longer.
" Oh please don't talk about the Luna. I was just beginning to enjoy my meal" a guy besides me said, rolling his eyes.
" Is she that bad?" I asked, not wanting to seem like a disrespectful person to their Luna, but also curious as to just how bad she was.
Mark laughed.
" Is she bad? Girl, she is worse than bad. If there was another word to describe how it is, I would use it. So self absorbed and grumpy. Rumor has it, she charmed the alpha. No one in the pack ever liked her. But we just had to make do, besides the alpha's mate was..." Mark was saying until he quickly cut himself off.
My heart started to beat fast again in my chest. He was about to refer to me.
" Mark stop talking" the head chef said, her voice sharp but low.
I decided to push further. There was no getting out of this one now. Curiousity was eating at my bones, eager to find out what he was about to say.
" The alpha's mate what?" I asked, trying to sound uninterested when in reality I wanted to beat him up until he spilled every last information.
" Nothing really. I talk too much when I eat. It's a bad habit. Pass the bread Sofia" he mumbled quickly, his words intertwining with each other so fast that I could barely make out what he was saying.
I nodded, pretending to understand.
After the dinner, Delilah led me to the shared room for all of the Luna servants. We were twelve in number.
The room had a bunk bed and a tiny wardrobe for all of us.
" Hey newbie. Everyone is talking about you" a girl said immediately I stepped in.
She got up and engulfed me in a hug.
I staggered back, overwhelmed by her sheer force and the sudden movement.
" Natasha give the girl a breathing space. Welcome newbie. " Another girl in a corner said.
Natasha showed me to my bed, a vacant bed dressed with a strawberry covered duvet and bed clothing.
" The bed belonged to Avery" she said sadly, her eyes looking into the distance.
" Oh, did she leave the pack?" I asked.
Suddenly, the room got eerily quiet. Everyone staring at me, different looks in their eyes.
My mind went back to what Elena said. The maid who had died. Perhaps it was this Avery.
Just like that, I felt myself regretting my whole decision. The pack was more deadly than when I first left. I was not the only one being bullied or treated harshly now. Basically everyone that was not up to their social standards were considered as inferior.
I could feel my heart beating madly in my chest. A part of me loved it. It felt like karma for all the times these people treated me like a lesser creatures. But was it really worth it if the people who actually made my life a living hell could do the same to others now?
I settled on my bed, the thought of sleep eluding me. There was a knock on the door and all the girls sat up right.
A man entered. He was one of alpha Cina's guards.
" Aurora, the alpha would like to see you" he said, referring to me, voice booming through the room as the girls all turned to look at me.
" Did you do something to offend the alpha? Oh Goddess I hope not for your sake" Natasha said, tugging at my arm slowly.
I was frightened. My whole body seemed to have given up immediately I heard the message.
With the last will power I had left in me, I got up, walking towards the door like a sacrificial lamb.
They all looked at me, pity in their eyes. I feared for my life too. But somehow, I was more scared of him discovering who I really was.
Had he perhaps picked up a scent? I shook my head to get the negative thoughts out of my mind.
As I walked behind the guard who came to call me, I could feel my legs wobble. This was all a bad idea. I was not ready to face this pack.
I thought I was but with everything happening, it just showed it was too much and I was definitely not ready for it.
As i entered the familiar office, I said a short prayer to the moon goddess, asking for a temporary strength to face him and not break down in tears.
He sat there in all his glory, Gina next to him, rubbing his chest slowly.
" Alpha you really shouldn't do this to me. Don't you want pups?" She was saying seductively in his ears.
" Leave Gina, I want to talk to her alone" he said.
Gina looked up, her eyes blazing fire.
I swallowed.
Just then, I knew that he had unwittingly signed me up for something that might take my life.
"If I stir one thread, I risk the entire cloth. I risk an unknown decision in the world, unlooked-for disasters, unlooked-for tragedies, a chain reaction with ghastly and far-reaching effects. I can change one thing, but in changing it, I may damn thousands more to suffering and death." He looked at the tapestry, at the pattern of cause and effect, at the balance of fate. "Every moment, every choice, is a strand of it, all woven into the fabric of the larger tapestry. To meddle with one thread is to risk unraveling the whole tapestry. “My history, my experience, all the hurt that I've endured, all the lessons that I've learned, they've hardened me into who I am. They've hardened my choices, my better traits, my strength, my compassion. I can't rip them out and remove myself. I can’t unravel the very thing that makes me me." Silence, the sole soft buzz of the loom, the disconnected click of the Goddess's fingers on the loom. And the loom exploded into light, soft, otherworldly light
Kali’s POVI waited patiently in front of the portal, the ritual I had offered to the Moon Goddess should have made the journey easier and smoother. The basket of food I had made remained on the ground untouched.Soon there was a sound that imitated that of a waterfall and Dorian appeared in front of me with the Moon Fang in his heard.He wanted to utter some words but stopped when he realized he couldn’t, he took a step towards me and fell flat on his face.“Don’t move. Just eat this” I said, handing him food from the basket. He looked at me in confusion before he slowly started eating.“To answer your unanswered question, you’re coming from a supernatural place. Your mortal body can only take so much. You need to eat to replenish your energy- and if you remember correctly, you weren’t able to move until the Moon Goddess told you to”He stuttered before being able to pronounce his words right. “I thought that was because of fear.”“No, your mortal body needed to be given a push from
"If I stir one thread, I risk the entire cloth. I risk an unknown decision in the world, unlooked-for disasters, unlooked-for tragedies, a chain reaction with ghastly and far-reaching effects. I can change one thing, but in changing it, I may damn thousands more to suffering and death."He looked at the tapestry, at the pattern of cause and effect, at the balance of fate. "Every moment, every choice, is a strand of it, all woven into the fabric of the larger tapestry. To meddle with one thread is to risk unraveling the whole tapestry.“My history, my experience, all the hurt that I've endured, all the lessons that I've learned, they've hardened me into who I am. They've hardened my choices, my better traits, my strength, my compassion. I can't rip them out and remove myself. I can’t unravel the very thing that makes me me."Silence, the sole soft buzz of the loom, the disconnected click of the Goddess's fingers on the loom. And the loom exploded into light, soft, otherworldly light p
And through the noise, he heard it. His voice. Not thundering, not booming, but clear, firm and commanding. One of not the greatest, one of the inner dedication of himself, of his own volition. "Keep climbing." And of course, he did. Barging through the voices still whispering over his shoulders, hearing more distinctly the voice that told him to keep climbing, his unwavering will seeping out of him. He crawled up on enthusiastic arms, bellowing chest, thudding and whining hands. He kept on going even when he started bleeding; but he didn’t stop until he had stretched to the farthest distant point of the tower; until his hands spun on whirling vapor around the top of it. The instant he set his foot upon the peak of the tower, the tower disappeared, disappeared like nothing was ever there. He was once again standing on the ground, the wind dancing round him, cloud-like substance tugging at his ankles. And then the vision stole his breath, the earth of the world miles beneath him, b
Dorian watched, his own heart constricting in compassion and pity. This is the test. This is the "sharing" that the Goddess meant when she had spoken of "sharing." There was nothing whatsoever to do with the food here, but rather with the sharing, the reaching out beyond self for others in need. He rolled around, he bellowed at them with his parched-throat, "Come here." "There is food," he croaked in that voice, so off into the alley. They retreated though, in sore eyes, an incredulous disgust born of endless disappointment. People had promised them food before; but it turned out to be empty promises born out of soul-racking disdain for their kind. "Lies" wheezed the old man, the rough rasping breath, the broken voice of one who had lost all his hopes many moons ago. "There is nothing for us." He repeated. Dorian’s head shook, solemn eyes imploring. "Come," he urged. "You will see." They ascended step by agonized step, their bodies weak from hunger. From the alleyway and into th
Dorian's boots scraped along the pearlescent surface at best, the ground looking infinitely smooth. He was walking on solid moonlight, as much as anything was. Some weightless ground that offered not even the slightest foot hold to him. He had never been too afraid to attempt a trial before, but this time was different.The Goddess stood before him, shifting forms, showing off eternity and intimidating magic. One minute she was a lovely woman that could be seen, her beauty desolate beneath the burden of centuries gone and her eyes blazing silver like the fury of the beast; the next she was a great presence, felt and not seen but nevertheless there.This eternal back-and-forth motion between the seen and the unseen was most likely the world’s secret, the union of heaven and the earth. Those eyes, those two fountains of luminous silver, captivated Dorian, but rather than make him feel at ease, he felt intimidated, a bit frightened even."You want the Moon Fang, and you’ve come all this