LOGIN☬ ZEPHYR Valkyrie folded her arms, her eyes saying nothing but many things. I shouldn't have lied. I should tell her the little findings I saw at the Library. But I couldn't. Until the healer is here, I would keep this little secret. And if the healer doesn't come, then I will keep searching. I shouldn't care too much about her. But that's what I have been doing since I got my wolf, Onyx—caring, protecting. But this was on another level, especially since she was the young girl from that night. When she asked if my searching the libraries was because I didn't want her to feed off me, and the guilt that clouded her gaze, my heart pricked. As a leader, it's obvious Valkyrie is a threat to the common werewolves. When the lust comes, she loses control, restraint, and might go feral. In some packs, she would be chained and kept under control. For most, she would be killed. It's what I should do, but why couldn't I? “Have a nice day, Zephyr,” she said, her voice small yet unwaveri
˙❥ VALKYRIE Zephyr swallowed, his Adam's apple moved up and down as he stalled carefully towards me. I didn't take a step back. With my feet rigid against the floor and my arms crossed, I was so desperate to hear what he had to say. “Because the healer hasn't come yet.” What exactly is he looking for? Or did he not really recall who I was? “And what did you find?” I asked, my legs now tapping lightly on the floor. If he knows I am the girl from that night years ago, the one he made fatherless, I am sure he would want to finish what he started. And if Zephyr works in favour of the slaves, omega, Rogues, or helpless werewolf. If that's true, why would he kill my father who was an Omega? None of this makes sense. Except this gentle attitude is just a façade to his true nature. His eyes twitched slightly but quickly vanished with a loud, tired huff. That cool temperate mask I have come to know returned. Like the cruelty of this world doesn't get to him like he was the kindest w
☬ ZEPHYR I walked within the prison yard, my mind reeled from what I just discovered. For days, I have been looking for answers within the libraries. Somehow, somewhere, there has to be a clue about Valkyrie's bloodlust. It's been weeks since Thorne left for the healer. And every day, my hopes are raised high only to be crushed by the setting of the sun with no sight of him. After searching and getting no answers from the other libraries, I walked into the last and third library. For hours, I rummaged through every old book I could lay my hands on, my eyes darting across words as I flipped through the pages. I almost gave up after checking all the outstanding titles, but my eyes caught a stray piece of paper sticking out from a book. The thick brownness of the paper stood apart, a contrast to the light brown of the other pages. Meaning the paper doesn't belong to this book. Then where was the page torn from? I held the crisp materials between my fingers as I read the first li
˙❥ I felt liberated; a bit. Having to fight again. Raymond and Zephyr made sure to avoid any hit that would draw blood and I did the same. For weeks now, I have formed a deep routine: wake up. Eat. Bathe. Train in the woods. Have a chat here and there. Repeat. Right now, I am sitting on Zephyr’s bed, unable to stay in my room alone. And since the thirst is still lingering, it's only fair I stay close to him, as close as possible as I can be. I munched on the mid-fry steak on my plate on my lap, darting my eyes from it to the door. Zephyr had stepped out but I knew he was worried. The subtle clench of his jaw and his pacing gave it all away. We haven't heard of Thorne—not that we could. He could still be on the road considering it takes weeks to reach the healer. Or he could be on his way back. But the uncertainty is killing. My chest squeezed at the slim chance. Either Thorne succeeds, or he doesn't. The door opened and Raymond stepped in. “Have you seen Zephyr?” I as
˙❥ VALKYRIE “Stay by me,” Zephyr had said. It wasn't a statement. It was a command. And just like that, I have been sticking close to him like a pea in a pod. When I woke up yesterday, Zephyr told me Thorne had volunteered to call a healer, and I shouldn't mind feeding off him until then. But I can't. I appreciate it but I just can't.For the first time since I came to the Void Clan, I am seated in his room. Legs crossed. Eyes focused and moving with every movement he took. For the first time also, I noticed the ancient symbols tattooed on his arms, carefully crawling up to his neck. His hair was plaited into two braids; his signature hairstyle, I had to say.I would have asked him what does symbol means but that's the last thing on my mind now. “It's not like the Blood thirst would start now,” I whined, trying to distract myself from his stout muscles. “You will never know.” He glanced my way. “Marie said you should pause taking the herbs for now until the healer arrives .”My h
☬ ZEPHYR I went into the woods. We had to make it quickly to the borders to secure the blocks. I got a little info that the Grim-Fang Pack is trying to negotiate with other packs against the Void Clan. It's not unexpected; definitely, they would want to strike back. I am even surprised they haven't for a long period of time. Are they scared? After increasing the heights of some blocks, I spoke to the Rogues already situated at the borders. I wasn't even near done when Thorne broke through the mind link. I could hear his heavy breathing from the other side, like he had been running or something. “Zeph, something is wrong. Valkyrie...” The hairs on my body rose immediately. I took a few steps away from the rest of the Rogues. “What's wrong?” He inhaled sharply. “It's Valkyrie. We were training, and suddenly… I don't know. Her pupils rolled back so deep, and she was trembling so much I thought she was about to pass out.” My steps moved before I could think. “Something
˙❥ VALKYRIE I didn't know when we reached another building. A different design from the ‘holding’ and the auction hall. There, seated and dressed in that same intimidating coat with a daunting look, was Him. My heartbeat spiked. I darted my eyes almost immediately but I wished I hadn't because
★ RYKER My fingers weaved carefully around the red piece of the coat's button, tightening the woven mold thread into the small hole. “Your father awaits you in the carriage.” Blaise, my beta walked into the room, his eyes void yet cloaked with something I couldn't decipher. “What?” I scoffed.
˙❥ “Sold?” I heard the shock in her voice. Earlier today, in this cold room, I found myself. Wrapped within a brown, filthy rag gown. I had opened my eyes and what came into view were three young girls, from the opposite holding, all watching with cold sneers. “You look like that witch who d
"The first rule of revenge is survival, the second rule is silence, the third is precision, and the fourth? Don't look back." ˙❥ VALKYRIE How does one feel when they're different? White eyes. White hair. An Omega. Worse, they're wolf-less. Caught in a circle of strong werewolves, the







