Arya povThe sun cast its golden hues on the floor. I lay on the ground with my back on the floor and my face facing the sky. My hands were held against each other and placed on my tummy. My ears were filled with the sweet song of the birds and the tiny insects on the land. I breathed in the cool breeze, and my skin enjoyed the cold dew.My eyes were shut; it was my favorite place. The garden."Arya," a voice called, and my heart jumped inside my stomach, hoping it wasn't Leonor Alice. I kept calm without moving an inch, hoping it was my imagination. I was a mile away from their reach, and I prayed silently that no one would discover a place where I keep my sh*t together—my favorite place."Arya, my child," the voice called again, but it was gentle, just like a gentle breeze. It wasn't familiar, and it wasn't my imagination playing tricks on me.I jumped to my feet, looking left and right like a lost puppy who had missed her way. I tried to figure out where the voice was coming from.
Arya PovThe rustling of the leaves drew closer, and darkness enveloped my vision. I pulled myself to the back of the nearest tree trunk, peeking out of my eyes to see if I could see the owner of the footsteps that drew closer. My heart was pounding within, threatening to jump out of its position. I held a hand over my chest, trying to console my emotions, but it didn't help. Instead, I found my hands shivering like someone who had Parkinson's disease. Whoever it was saw me coming here. I had once felt eyes on me whenever I sneaked out through the back door, but I thought I was just being delusional. As the steps came closer, I prayed silently in my heart. I was just alone in the middle of the woods. Who is going to save them? The person might even hurt or do something worse than that. At the thought of it, I had goosebumps on my body."You can come out now, Arya." My back was on the trunk of the tree. I couldn't have the courage to see who had the voice, but the voice was familiar.
Damian pov"There has been an attack. There will be an urgent meeting in the next 30 minutes," I mid-linked Tristan and Beta Felix.The question kept lingering in my thoughts: why was the rogue's body found at the Lynx River? Who is responsible for the killing? I had called Tristan my gamma and Beta Felix my beta, along with other council members. I didn't just want to make a rash decision. I sat at the head seat in the conference room, my back resting on the chair and a finger on my chin. It was my duty to keep my pack safe. Beta Felix walked in the same way with Tristan and other members of the council."There has been an attack," they said, looking at me in confusion. No other bodies than the rogue's were found there. The person responsible for the killing was strong enough to tear five rogues into pieces. It doesn't seem like it was an attack, but rather a conspiracy. Someone must have brought them in; someone must have shown them our secret path into the pack. Someone has to ans
Damian Pov"You both may leave," I told both Alice and Leo, but stopped when the door of the conference room flung open. The rogue king walked in with an armor of confidence and a dominating aura."Alpha Damian, '' the rogue king, called my name in a hoarse voice and sarcastic tone. Why was he here? And what does he want?"Our path crossed again," my body tensed up,my fist clenched, and my muscles contracted. I was ready to dive the punch right into his nose, but I couldn't see myself doing it. "Why are you here? What do you want?" He slowly walked over to the curtains, focusing his gaze outside the white linen that lined the sky blue curtains. Each step he took was burned with the deadly glares from my eyes. He should be dead by now from the laser I shot through my eyes."The fresh breeze is welcoming." What the fuck? Who cares about that? What is he doing in my park? Memories I had with the rogue king were unpleasant. It hunted me every night, and I could still hear the voice of ag
Alice PovI sat on the white sand, my hands to my back, and the calm breeze blew my loose blonde hair, which fell freely on my shoulder. One of my favorite places. I enjoyed the ocean's waves and the calm nature of the ocean.The sun wasn't intense; it was about hiding under the blue sky. A place to clear my head and play on the string of the violin, enjoying each rhythm that pulled through it. I enjoy the rhythm of both my voice and the melodies from the violin.I usually come to the beach occasionally a place to put my lyrics together and try them out with my instrument. I'm a songwriter, and I love singing too. I'm not just a devil, you know? I'm good at so many other things.I wrote a song after the tragic dismissal of my mother, but I couldn't find myself singing it. The day she died, I was out here with my instrument, putting one or two together to form a great melody. After so many years, I finally made peace with myself and had the courage to come to the beach. I breathe in
Arya's Escape Arya found herself on the ground, her breath was heavy and the piercing light from the sun evaded her vision. She layed on the floor naked, the heat of the sun on her skin. She just couldn't understand what just happened, so she looked around. The sand was painted with blood like there had been a blood feast. Realization dawned on her when she saw the body parts of her victim scattered all over the place like monsters attacked the place. Her eyes widened when she still saw some pack members looking down on her. Their eyes weren't of lust, her body was pretty enough to turn heads but it was of fear, shock and confusion. They all knew who she was, the weak omega who couldn't help herself. "Is this not Arya the maid" a voice spoke up, probably he had gathered all the energy and courage to talk knowing his life was at risk but Arya didn't care. She slowly got up, her bones cracking back in place and her muscles toast of a piercing pain. She screamed, how on earth did she
A new beginningArya ran as fast as she could, and her wolf Jade moved like a flash of lightning, trying to save both of them.Her four white legs tip on the floor; she was geared up by the invading danger. The momentum of every loping pace places one of its paws directly in front of the other. She was fast—fast like lightning. I began to wonder in the back of my head. Who am I really? What kind of power do I possess to make such a killing? I couldn't comprehend, nor could I understand what was going on with me. Ever since I was gifted my wolf, I couldn't comprehend the measure of power I possessed. Was I happy? I guess I should be. Nobody will dare disrespect me; nobody will dare treat me like trash, but then I have yearned for something all my life. I never wanted to be alone; I had no friends, nor do I have family. Nobody to talk to but me and myself. The only consolation I had was stolen by Alice. She always has her way around me.I hoped to find happiness—a place I call home whe
A new dawnArya ran through the bushes, her heart close to her throat. Whoever was chasing her was close to her. Her feet ached so badly, and she was running out of breath. She ignored the branches and leaves that sapped through her arms while she ran. Her legs ran tipped on the floor, and it carried her as fast as she could. She dripped on the branch and fell to the ground with a big thub. The brown wolf that was chasing her was almost close to her. She held both hands to the ground, dragging her weight with the little strength left. As she drew away, she could see the speed of the wolf almost close to her; her hands quivered, and her heart was playing a rhythm beating beneath her rib cage.Deep into the woods, hardly any people visited except for poachers and some random people who wanted to risk their lives. There is no sign of a good samaritan going to save her. Whoever was close, two feet away from her, adrenaline shoot through her blood veins. Her breathing accelerated, and he