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
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
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’
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
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
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
Kayah's Point of ViewA sigh escaped my mouth. Here we go again. Another torment of my life in the second level of hell for me. This place should be one of the safest for me but no. Just like home, this is also hell for me."Hey, did you hear the news?" I heard the murmurs of students while I was on my way to my class. "The palace announced our mating ball," one member of my pack replied, obviously excited."Yeah, I heard that too. And this time, the Alpha Rogue decided to join. And you know, this will be the first time for them to join the coming-of-age ceremony after a long feud between us. Oh my gosh, I’m so excited. I heard most of the rogue males are freaking hot!” I heard a series of squealing after that. “I wish one of them would be my mate. They are freaking hot!”I didn't hear the rest of the conversation as I walked away from them, avoiding any female members of my pack. Rogue wolves are said to be ancient. They were stronger and bigger than the Pack wolves. Years ago, ro
Kayah’s Point of ViewI was a wolfless. I do admit it. A year after I turned eighteen, I didn’t shift, instead, a painful tattoo showed on my left wrist and a voice that probably belonged to my wolf. It was like a glow-in-the-dark tattoo because it was invisible during the day and glowed green at night.Yeah, I know. Instead of a wolf, I freaking have a tattoo which I don’t even know what it means. I tried searching about the tattoo but I never found any explanation about it. And also my wolf’s voice shut her mouth about it. Today, my tattoo was partially painful. It felt like hundreds of needles piercing my skin one by one making it irritating. “Where’s my food, bitch?” I heard my mom’s shrieking voice echoing the whole house. Honestly, I couldn’t leave her if I wanted to but I didn’t at least not yet since I’m broke as hell. She’s my only family and it was not her fault that she became like that. Alcohol dependent. It was my father who ruined her. “Coming Mom!” I yelled at her to
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
I awoke in my stall on the bed. Light was streaming through the small window high above me. The ferals outside were noisy and I could hear that they were tearing something apart. The sound was like squelching, like flesh tearing from bones or I don’t even want to know it. But because I was freaking curious, I stood up, despite the protest of my chest and looked at the small hole in my room. And there it was. A body was torn apart, the ferals were fighting, playing tag, trying to have a large portion.“So, who was it again?” I heard someone speak up. “The other man that the king found three weeks ago,” a man said. “Oh, the one who kept on resisting?”“Yes. Unfortunately, the king’s patience ran out and he fed him to his dog.”“Well, all of those who resist him always end up being fed to these beasts,” the other man replied, which scared me. Axel must have moved me from the floor to my bed and I was glad I was asleep for that. The pain of walking or being carried would have been uni