Dane Twenty-one years ago. The room was cold. Cold like a penetrating chill that flows into the marrow and settles down for a long. Bare stone walls, gray and unyielding, were an asset to my prison; only a flickering torch thrown high above me allowed light to spill away from them. I was a boy—some eleven or twelve years, maybe—with a pair of legs as white as the moon, suspect quaking with only the weight of manifest horror. The air was thick with dampness from the earth, mixed with something sharper, something that spoke of presence: in a far-off corner, a hare was hiding, matted brown fur streaked with dirt and large, wide round eyes that seemed to glint lithely in the darkness. It remained there unmoving, staring at me, the breath shallow, like the angry, heaving of a chest. I held it lightly, bow smooth and sturdy in wood, a challenge for my strength to draw it. An arrow lay there as if in its rightful place, worn and scuffed, dull but for a faint glimmer. Above, an eye-the ca
Dane“Sir. The mob is getting furious,” one of my guards asked. “What do we do?”I scratched my chin as I thought of our next move. I was seated on the throne bathed in silence before the guard came in. I was thinking of Kiara and how she had been able to infiltrate the castle and also bring half of the pack towards us in rage. What lie had she told them that they could possibly believe? She was good. She had done better than I expected. Well, I didn’t expect any less from her. She was always a nuisance. Every single place she went. And it was exhausting. I was tired of having to put up with her. Every single time that I thought I got rid of her, she came back stronger. I wondered if I would be able to lock her up in the dungeon this time. No. There wouldn’t be a need for that. I was going to make sure I crushed her throat when she was brought to me. The only judgment I was going to give her was a swift one: death. “Where is Kiara? Have you found her?” I demanded ignoring his earlie
LusiaMy heart was thumping hard against my chest as I felt the cold blade kissing the back of my neck. The man in the black. I had forgotten about him because I had been too focused on Kiara. That had cost me to drop my guard, and he had taken advantage of that. And now, my mind was racing as I thought of what to do next. I was stuck between running away or going after Kiara. Kiara was standing before me, and through the dim light of the crescent moon that rushed into the room, I could see the sinister grin on her face. She felt she had won this, but it wasn’t over. I wasn’t through with her. She had done the worst thing ever. She had brought up my family. My dear parents. And now, I was wondering how she knew about this. What had prompted her to come here? Was it just to taunt me? No. She wouldn’t risk her life for that. I knew Kiara. She was smarter than that. “You know that time is running out, Kiara,” I reminded her. “I wonder how much longer you are going to stay. You are want
LusiaHalf a second passed as I readied myself to retaliate for the action of Kiara. Kiara shot her entire hand and caught me by my neck in a vice-like grip. The moment she applied pressure, all air was gone from my lungs and trapped in my chest; those sharp nails were digging in. I fought against her wrist. I could feel my scratched and daubed nails helplessly sliding over her flesh. But she seemed adamant against my protests. There was a fire in her eyes, fueled by an abyss of hatred and rage: deep within, something like an aerial jet flash of madness flickered among all that hatred. With my lungs shrieking, I fought for air. “How dare you,” her voice growled a guttural hiss that penetrated straight to my spine. “Talking to me, a Lycan, like that? Are you degrading me? A common werewolf, a filthy little mutt like you?” Her grip tightened, darkness blotting my vision, and my head felt as if it was splitting open. The world was spinning, and I held on for dear life. “That’s all yo
Lusia The darkness pulled me towards the light and a strange feeling surged through my body. The feeling of being pulled by the light made me feel numb. And just as I was moving upwards, a building light shone on me before everything went white. I jerked awake to find a figure staring at me. From the contours on his shoulders and his athletic build, I could tell that the figure was a man. The man was staring at me, his eyes scanning me through the black mask he wore. This was a scary sight. I was frightened by this. What was he doing here? How did he get into the room? And what was the last thing that happened? I couldn't remember. My mind was filled with thoughts but I couldn’t understand them. The last thing I remembered was Dane pulling me towards him and tying me up. He had gagged my mouth also. I tried to scream as I stared at the figure but my voice was blocked by the fabric that was shoved down my throat. I could barely breathe and my lungs were crying out for oxygen. The m
Dane Watching Lusia being put to sleep was one of the hardest things to watch. I couldn't stand seeing her like this. There was something going on with her that I couldn’t just understand. She was changing and not in the way I had expected. I thought that her time with Florence would make her feel better and stronger. But I was wrong. I had thought that helping her wake her wolf would make her feel stronger and better. I was also wrong. I was wrong. She didn’t just wake up her wolf. She had woken up something sinister inside her as well. Something darker and I just couldn't understand what it was. But I knew one thing, it was her wolf. Her wolf was much too strong for her. And it made me wonder if it was because of how weak she was before she got it. Her wolf had been sealed away for so long that it caused a rampage each time it sprung up. It was almost like it was a different being entirely. They didn’t synchronize properly. That was why she didn’t have control over it.I watch Lu
LusiaI could feel my heart thumping hard against my chest as I realized the door was locked. There was no way that this was happening. I couldn't be locked in. Why would Dane do such a thing to me? What had I done wrongly? My memories were foggy and I couldn't remember much. But I did remember him shoving his cock in my throat until he orgasmed. The thought made my body shudder in irritation and pain. It was something I didn’t want to remember. But I didn’t have a choice. He had forced himself on me. I was scared of what he would do when he came back. The fear of him exacting the same punishment he had a few hours ago frightened me coupled with the bizarre dream I just had. It freaked me out completely. And I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could. And so I slammed my fist on the door, banging it and screaming at the top of my voice. “Someone let me out of here,” I begged. But it seemed that nobody was going to hear my cry. I was stuck here and what could be worse than that?
Lusia My throat burned and the aftertaste of his semen was still on my throat. I was too weak to move. My body was shaking as I lay on the wooden floor. The cold seeped through the dress I wore. That had been the most agonizing moment of my life. I had been manhandled by Dane. I didn’t know why he had done that. But it had all started from a simple argument. And then, he took advantage of me. We hadn’t spoken in days. Which meant that through those thirty-five days, we didn’t have sex at all. Today, his urges had been too intense and he had lost control, taking advantage of me and ruining my throat. I didn’t know how to feel. I was numb, cold, and lost. My whole body was trembling as I lay on the floor. I was consumed with rage but I didn’t know what to do with it. I couldn’t shapeshift. The pain would only be excruciating. The only thing I could do now was pick myself up and move on. I pushed myself off the floor and sat up. My head was thumping hard and I felt groaning in pain.
LusiaThe silence engulfed us as we stared at each other. Dane was in rage mode. I could see it etched on his face. What happened had been a mistake. I didn’t expect it to spiral out of control the way it did now. It was safe to say that I was in big trouble. The look in Dane’s eyes was a familiar one. One that I had seen countless times. It was one that I had grown used to over the first few weeks I had stayed at the Ironclaw pack and in a room somewhere deep in the castle. I never thought I would see that look in his eyes, but they were back and they were glaring at me. My heart was thumping hard against my chest. I was in big trouble. Everything spiraled out of control in a flash. But there was only one person at fault. And it was him. He had said those forbidden words. Those words that shouldn’t have been spoken and today, he claimed that he did it for me. Dane was selfish. That was one thing for sure. So if he ever said that he was doing something for you, he was definitely do