I stood on the balcony window of our home, watching as my nine children play and have fun together, the twins watching over the younger ones and making sure that they are ok and safe. Several years later; I had the twins before I reallly knew who I was and what I was going to do with my life. but now I had a good idea of what my life should be and those I will be spending it with. it took a long time to realise what I did was the right thing, I felt a lot of guilt after killing the warlock , but I know that it was the best way to move forward and it had to be done. At the time their was no other choice because he wasn't willing to compromise, he wanted my loved ones dead and me as a slave, their was no changing his mind. No matter if we had tired or not. killing him was the only option, and I'm glad most days that I went through with it, it changed everything and made life better for a lot of wolves. Each one eventually coming to the pack and joining our growing family. Our pack
Flashback;The guard to my left knocked, but the one to my right spoke, his tone raspy and stern. “Sire, thirteen is here to see you.”That’s me, thirteen. The guards didn’t know our names, we were numbers, creatures that they needn’t worry themselves with. The guards were human, all of them. But one of masters spells surrounded them, and no wolf within these lands could question that, no one could hurt them.I heard a cup slam against a wooden table, forcing myself not to wince when I heard the anger in Balthazar’s voice. “Send her in.” He ordered.Oh fuck. I had done something to piss him off, but what? For three whole weeks I had kept my head down, not spoken to anyone but Margaret and I had done everything asked of me. I searched my mind, looking for a mistake so I could prepare myself, though nothing came to mind. I took a shallow breath, and walked into to the room when the guard opened t
Once every thousand years the red moon goddess chooses a young wolf, their bloodline and place in the pack didn’t matter, on their first shift, they will know who they are, they will know that they were chosen for greatness. The red wolf will unite the clans, bring together the Alpha’s and restore peace to a dying race, that was the legend. They were said to be the most beautiful of creatures, and her children will grow to be leaders, the strongest of their race. But, no one had seen one in almost three thousand years, and thus, the prophecy turned to legend, and the legend turned to myth. The red moon goddess had abandoned the packs, left their putrid wars to rage on without consequence, without an end in sight. The female Alpha’s were extinct, and each pack bore no daughters of strength. None that had come close to taking the place of Alpha female. Yes, the male Alpha’s of each tribe still had children, but each bloodline saw nothing of the red wolf. Had it
A slave, that’s what he called me, what they all called me, his property to do with whatever he wished, and by definition he was right. He owned me.It began with my ancestors something along the lines of my great great great grandfather owing the stupid warlock a favour and not having the means of paying the conventional way. So, he did what anyone would I suppose, he sold his daughter to him, signed a contract that would give my master full control over her and all her children, then her children’s children and so on. Until me.But I had no intention of continuing that, no way would I have bare children just so he could use them until they either died of old age or he got them killed in his everlasting fight for power. Fuck that. Warlocks were immortal, the cycle would continue forever if I had children, they would be damned to repeat my pain, to suffer.The full moon was in a few days, I just had to hold on, just a three more days and I would be f
Master Balthazar’s mansion was huge, it had five floors, the top one dedicated to his paid staff and the slave enforcers. On the ground floor he had three lounges, a kitchen, a dining room, a games room that I had never been in, only catching glimpses of it when the guards entered and exited. Oh, and a hall with tiled floors that he used when he threw parties. It was early morning, the sun hadn’t been up long so I’m guessing he would be in the dining room with his coffee.The mansion was coated with guards, you couldn’t turn a corner without seeing one, and none of them were permitted to speak to me, nor I them. If I looked at them, it was five lashes, if I spoke it was 10. My master didn’t like me talking to anyone but him, in fact, even the slaves avoided me. Called me his favourite behind my back.I chuckled internally at that, I wouldn’t say I was his favourite, I had tried to escape more times than I could count; hearing stories
“Running from your master?” He tuts. “I thought you were finally beginning to learn.”Tears slipped from my eyes as he stalked towards me, I knew that I had made a terrible mistake, that I would regret even breathing in his presence. Balthazar didn’t take kindly to defiance of any kind, he had killed my kind for less, and I would be no exception. I could see it in his ice blue eyes, the eager promise of pain. Why couldn’t I be like the others? Why did he treat me so differently? He never forced the others to mate until they were ready. It was something the other slaves always loved, that they had to right to choose when or if to have children.So why was My case so unusual? Why couldn’t I play with the other children when I was younger, why couldn’t I run with the other slaves on a full moon?He stopped inches away from me, his mouth set in a scowl, then; he snapped his fingers. I blinked rapidly when I saw nothing
The days passed by at an agonisingly slow pace, one of pure torture, I wanted nothing more than to be free of the silver chains that bound me to the wall of the windowless cell. I wanted to scream and cry, beg my master to let me loose, I wanted to escape his grasp and be free. I wanted to be like the humans who worked in this place, they were paid for their work, they had a home they could go to, they could leave. Whilst I could not.I was forever trapped here because of a bargain I had no part in, my fate chosen for me long before I took my first breath. I jumped when the distant crackle of magic, blasted around me. He was on his way, my master was coming to see if I would obey.Balthazar appeared to my left before I could take another breath, his towering frame closing in on me, blocking out anything else in the room.“Annalise, you look terrible.” He scorned, he had always hated when he disciplined us for a long time.He hated the stench o
"You'll eat here with me."I watched in shock, unsure what I was meant to do, I had never eaten in his presence before, I don’t think that any slave had. I looked around one last time, waiting for a guard to come and whip me. But when none came I took a seat, timidly filling my plate and picking at the food.“Thank you master, this is very generous of you.” I murmured, though he gave no indication that he had heard me.“I’ve been thinking about what I asked you to do Annalise.” He said after several minutes of silence, causing me to jump. “I think I realise now why you are reluctant to obey.”Wait what? He understands me? How can that even be possible? He had never taken a moment to be considerate before, never listened to the worries of slaves before. Does he really know why I don’t want a mate? Why I refused to bare children with anyone. Was he offended? Why was he so calm?