I let my hand fall from my lower abdomen but kept my gaze on Six. His shoulders were squared and the knuckles on his tightly closed fists were white. It wasn’t normally an odd thing to see Six this way but at a moment that was meant to be so joyous I knew that something was definitely off. Slowly, so I didn’t raise any suspicion with Maryan or Red, I moved away from her and quietly made my way closer to Six. He was so busy glaring at Maryan’s stomach that he didn’t even notice me until I touched his shoulder.“Six,” I whispered so that I didn’t draw Maryan and Red’s attention. When he didn’t respond immediately to me I squeezed my hands on his shoulder cautiously making him snap out of his trance. “Is something wrong?”He scuffed. “It’s nothing.”“Six.” I spoke in a warning tone.Six let out a low sigh before reaching up and brushing my hand off of his shoulder. “I’ll tell you about it later.”I nodded my head hesitantly before nudging him with my elbow. “Well hurry up and congratu
Maryan laughed, “Of course I’m right. I’m always right.” She then took a piece of her long chestnut colored hair into her hand and started twirling it around her fingers. “So what was all in the drawer?”“Well,” I started before shifting my hip on the sink. “There was an old wilted rose, a plastic ring, and a worn handwritten book.”“Maybe a diary?” She suggested.I simply shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, that's kind of what I was hoping you could help me out with.”Maryan lifted up one of her hands to scratch the back of her head while the other positioned itself on her hip. She stayed that way for a while and I was about to give up hope when she suddenly blurted out.“You know I bet you that both the rose and the ring are from Prom.”“Ahh of course Prom….whats Prom?”She laughed at my cluelessness. “I forgot that you were raised in the wild. I'm sorry Ayah, Prom is a big formal dance for teenagers in high school. The girls wore some big flashy dresses and the guys normally wo
I slammed the door shut without a moment’s hesitation and quickly started racking my brain for a way to survive this. Judging by the way Maryan was screaming while clutching her stomach I knew that she was going to be too hysterical to help at all. I wanted to scream at her for going crazy at a time like this but I knew that it would just waste my own time and judging by the thickening smell of smoke, I didn’t have much of it. Before I even realized what I was doing I ran over to the sink and turned on the faucet, splashing the cold water over my face helped to get my brain working.I was standing there repeating the motion over and over again when it hit me. Turning to my hysterical friend, I managed to get down to her level and shake the crap out of her. “Maryan, I need you to pull yourself together.” When she didn’t reply I shook her even harder before snapping. “Snap out of it damn it. We are not going to die here.”She looked up at me with tears still streaming down her face bu
Six eyes were wide with concern and his mouth was drawn in a firm line. When he reached me he fell to his knees and started looking me over. I could see the horror and rage fill his eyes at the sight of my damaged body. I knew that I wasn’t in great shape but when his face lost a little bit of color because of it I knew that it was even worse.“Oh Ayah,” His eyes found mine again as he raised his hands up towards my body, wanting to touch me but also not wanting to hurt me more in the process. They settled on either side of my muzzle and he hesitantly leaned forward to rest his forehead against mine. “I thought you were out. I thought you were safe. When I called your name you didn’t answer and I thought….Ayah. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”I rubbed my head against his and whined silently again. I wanted to tell him so much that it wasn’t his fault, to hold onto him until the fear in his eyes went away, but I couldn’t do any of that in this form. I felt my eyes wander over to the broken w
We were both more than a little…speechless at Red. Everything had suddenly changed in less than a minute. The warm blood from Maryan’s once life threatening wounds was still in puddles, the earth unable to soak up the amount of blood she had spilt, but her injuries were gone. Questions on how Maryan had even gotten those deep cuts were all but forgotten as new ones arose about her husband. He had told us to think of him as a god. Does that mean that there were more or was he just a powerful man? If he was a god did that make him immortal? What were the odds that a werewolf would marry and a God anyway?Neither Six nor I was thinking very clearly at that point, we were both too occupied watching God walk away to even notice the pissed off blonde coming our way. It wasn’t until she was lunging for me that we both snapped out of it. My head whipped from Red to February so fast that there was a pop in my neck. In that single moment of looking at FebruaryI noticed that she wasn’t lunging
Changing into a human was so painful that I almost fainted from it. My wounds didn’t magically disappear or stay the same during my change in fact they grew from my skin being stretched out. The open cuts tore open more and blood gushed out from my wounds on my arms, shoulders, and back. The piece of glass that was embedded in my hand was the worst of it all though because I could feel as if it dug deeper into the muscles in my palm. I could hardly make out anything when I was finally shifted into a human. The black shadows around my vision were growing and what other colors I could see was blurry.I knew that I was on the brink of passing out but I couldn’t yet. Not yet. I had to stay strong for my pack damn it I was their leader. I bit the inside of my cheek in concentration, slowly forcing my eyes to focus on Six. It took me a second to do it but when I did I felt a little relieved. At one point during my change she had shifted her gaze towards me but Six had yet to notice me yet.
Lunar’s point of ViewDo Gods have a heart? Yes we do. Do Gods fall in love? Yes we do. And I proved it all. Love was a damn curse I never wanted. Even I tried to confront my sister about why she didn’t spare me. She said love is for everyone, human, supernatural and even deities. Unavoidable. Where you like it or not. I remembered the first time I saw Fenrir and howled my name. It was magical, it was pure bond. I felt it. He felt it. We knew we were destined together. But I was wrong. He never really meant for me. I loved him, he did love me until she came, Amelia, Fenrir’s mate, his destined pair. She wasn’t a Goddess, just a healer. Everybodu adored him and so was fenrir. When pain inhibit your heart, it’ll drive you insane. That what happened to me. I killed Amelia. Rip her body and took his heart. I showed to Fenrir, I showed him how painful was it when someone you love was lost and betrayed you. Fenrir didn’t take the pain and grieve well. He shifted into his large wolf caus
Kayah’s point of viewIt was strange to wake up, my brain was fuzzy and my neck felt as if it was going to snap if I tried to lift up my incredibly heavy head. At first I couldn’t place where it was that I was at because everything was just a blur. The constantly moving things made my stomach pitch uneasily and a groan spilled out of my lips. Was I still in the street? I wondered vaguely, trying to focus my eyes on something solid. In the end it all just gave me more of a headache so I closed my eyes and tried another tactic.Taking in a deep breath through my nose helped me calm down as well as help me determine where it was I was at. A comforting sort of feeling washed over me when I recognized where it was that I was at. The heavy woodsy smell with a hint of musk and rain could only mean one thing. I was back at home with Six. Once I realized that it was like a tight seal had opened in my mind; I felt the thick warm blankets on the bed that I had slept in countless times before, t
We found shelter in the ruins of an abandoned outpost, deep in the Blightpine forest. It was old, warded and made for rogues before I was ever king. I thought we could regroup there. I thought they would understand. Luis didn’t.He was the first friend I ever had. My brother in battle. My second when I took the title of King.He was also the one who threw the first punch.“You ran,” he growled, shoving me against the cold stone wall. “You left us, Seven!”“I saved you,” I spat back. “Do you think any of us would’ve survived against that magic?”“Because of you,” he hissed, “we had to survive it. You brought her here. You lied about her, about Kayah. You turned us into bait for your obsession.”The others were watching. Bleeding. Listening. They were angry. And I was outnumbered.“No one forced you to follow me,” I said, low, eyes flashing. “You stood with me because you believed in this brotherhood. Don’t forget that.”Luis didn’t flinch. “We believed in you. And now every wolf we love
Seven’s Point of View The court had lost its authority after I killed my corrupt father. None of those candidates as elders made me appoint them. I knew they would betray me. And that their loyalty remains to the main family. The previous elders had lied. They made me choose Sabrina as my wife. They said it’ll strengthen me, and maybe help me with my curse. Sabrina was nothing but a pawn. I thank Fenrir for guiding me, I got Kayajh instead. She wasn’t the chosen Luna for politics and power but she was something else entirely; she had a heart. She treated everyone with kindness.And Fenrir help me, I had started to care. Now, I’m more than relieved that she’s not here, otherwise I’ll be distracted. I told myself it didn’t matter that I’ll find her soon. I buried myself in preparing for war. Because I knew it would come. When someone runs, someone else always follows. And when bloodlines are involved, so is power. Ilyas wouldn't pass up the opportunity to strike. My half-brother had
Seven’s Point of ViewI felt it the moment she crossed the border.The tether between us snapped taut, too tight, too strained. A part of me flared in panic, my wolf was rising just beneath my skin. I should have established our bond before she left. Stupid of me. “She ran away, what are you going to do about it?” Luis, my best friend asked me. “You didn’t tell her about Hailey, didn’t you?” he said, eyes strained on me. “She doesn’t need to know,” I replied as I sat on my throne. “There are more important things I need to solve than telling her about Hailey.” I noticed Luis' eyes flickered with something. I knew what it was and I chose to ignore it. “Have you tracked her?” I said, changing the subject. Luis heaved a sigh. “Nope. We found her trail one mile east but when she crossed the other border, we lost track of her,” he said. “As if she just vanished.”I nodded. Of course, Kayah probably knew I'd hunt her down after she was exposed. I said, sighing. “Thanks for the repo
Axel made sure I couldn’t say no. He made sure that he’s in control, especially when he inflicted this wound on me, weakening my wolf so that I couldn’t protest. I couldn’t feel my hands anymore.Everything burned. Then it went cold. Then back to burning. The silver and wolfsbane were messing with my body so bad I didn’t even know if I was still breathing right. My wolf was fading fast. I could barely feel her.Suddenly, the door slammed open.I didn’t have to guess who it was. The energy in the room changed. It got heavy, tense. Angry. And very Axel.He stormed in like he owned the place. The nurses tried to stop him, but he growled, and they backed off. He came straight to me, like nothing else mattered.“Oh, hell, Kayah…” His voice cracked when he saw me. I hated that sound. Like I was already gone.He grabbed my face, his hands warm and rough. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn’t even lift a finger.“You’re dying,” he said.Yeah. I knew.“I can stop it,” he said, eyes glowin
The hospital room was too quiet. The only sound was the soft beeping of the machine beside me and the slow ticking of the clock on the wall. I couldn’t move much. My chest was still aching badly. Every breath felt like it might tear me open again.I lay still, watching the ceiling, trying not to think.Then I heard the door open.My hands tightened under the blanket as I smelled who it was. Axel. He walked in, pushing a cart of food. His footsteps were calm, too calm for my liking. I didn’t dare look at him right away. I stared at the wall instead. My heart was beating faster. I didn’t know if he was angry. I didn’t know if he was going to yell. Or worse.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice quiet but firm.I nodded a little. My throat felt dry.He moved the cart closer and uncovered the plates. Warm steam rose into the air. It smelled like soup and bread. I haven't eaten since... I couldn’t remember. But the sight of food didn’t comfort me.“You need to eat,” he said. “Your wound won’
The next few scenes were me being punched, kicked and slapped to almost make me pass out. My throat was already hurting due to the constant scream of vegging and leaving me alone. My chest started to bleed again and it stained the oversized white shirt Axel had given me. My screams were now replaced with loud sobs that made my lungs ache. I looked up in fear as the unknown man advanced towards me. He took a deep breath through his nose, and a wide smile spread across his face. Slowly, he walked towards me with deliberate and smooth steps. With each step he took, the malicious grin on his face got wider. I had scooted myself into a corner to try and escape his gaze and ferocity, and as he came to stand in front of me I tried pleading once more. "Please. I am begging you. Just leave me alone. You don't have to do this!" My words came out as sobs. "Shut up! You’re just a slave! You do not talk to me like that!" With another deep breath through his nose, he crouched down next to me a
I woke up to sunlight shining in my face, and the sound of a girl screaming. The sound was excruciatingly loud and sent chills up my spine. Above the screaming, I could hear Axel’s voice shouting. I couldn't make out the words, but he sounded furious and excited. The screaming continued for about another minute, until it slowly died down. The entire time this was happening, I sat cowering in the corner of my room, fearing I would be next to be screaming like that. But I made my decisions…to play safe..After what seemed like an eternity, I heard a door slam and footsteps coming my way. I cringed back in fear and huddled against the wall. The freshly stitched wounds on my chest reminded me of Axel’s brutality, and I didn't want to see what he was like when he was mad. My door was pushed open to reveal-of course- an infuriated Axel. He looked at my small frame huddled in the corner farthest from him, and smiled. I felt no comfort from his expression, only more fear. He stepped forward
I kept my head down and watched his feet as he approached me. Before I knew it, he was right next to me, lifting my chin upwards to look at his face. I tried to keep my eyes averted from his gaze and stop the tears that threatened to come again. "Look at me." His hot breath growled into my face.I slowly brought my eyes up to meet his. They were a deep, voidless black. This was the first good look I had gotten at his eyes and I hoped it would be my last. His black hair hung to the side with a few pieces escaping to fall on his forehead. A square jaw held light pink lips that always seemed to be smirking at me. His face was completely devoid of emotion, even though he was smirking. His eyes held nothing but emptiness and he looked at me as weak. It was terrifying being this close to him, and I could tell he knew I was uncomfortable. His hand grew tighter on my chin as I struggled desperately to free my head from his grip. I was beyond scared and wanted to be as far away from him as I
The envelope was brown. It doesn’t have a receiver or sender name.I should have felt it then, the warning, the poison in the air.Curious, I opened it anyway.The photograph slid out with a whisper.Seven’s face hit me first and beside him was a familiar face, too familiar, his arm wrapped around her. Hailey. The Moon Goddess. Her lips curved in a smirk so triumphant it made me sick.And between them was a baby. My baby.I staggered back a step, as if the floor itself had betrayed me. The little boy nestled in Hailey’s arms was unmistakable, the soft curl of his hair, the tiny birthmark on his cheek, a mark I knew because I had kissed it a thousand times. His smile, the one he used to give me, now aimed at her. At them. The baby I thought was kidnapped. My knees buckled.The pain wasn’t sharp. It was deep, an endless splitting inside my chest, like I was being hollowed out from the inside. Seven didn’t even look guilty. He looked proud. As if he belonged there, next to her, instead o