Kayah’s Point of viewMy blood was pounding in my ears and my legs sprung out in every direction jerking me to a stop on the hard black ground. The sounds and quick moving objects were so paralyzing that I didn’t even see the car heading straight for me. An ear cracking honk blasted over on my side and I whipped my head in its direction. I had to move. I knew I did but my body was too frozen in fear to do anything. Everything inside of me was screaming for me to do something…anything but all I could do was wait for the car to hit.At the last possible second however someone yanked me off of the road. I yelped at the pain of being grabbed by the fur but the sound didn’t even get the chance to escape my mouth. Strong arms wrapped themselves tightly around me as we fell back onto the sidewalk. Through a small gap I was able to watch as the red metal beast honked again before it sped away.My breathing was so labored that it made my entire body quake with each painful breath. My heart was
Kayah’s Point of ViewThe door creaked in an eerie way as it opened. His Majesty, Seven didn’t even look at me as he walked in and felt his hand around against the wall. He hit a switch and some of the lights flickered on while others stayed dead. The lights revealed a relatively small room with flaky white paint covering the walls and a large staircase.He turned and shut the door before he made his way up the stairs. I followed hesitantly behind him with my ears perked down at the change of scene. I had never been to a human den before and now I know the reason why. We went up a couple of levels before he put his keys into another door. He opened the door to reveal a large room with more bad lighting but unlike the other one it had stuff in it. The same flaky white paint still covered the walls but on that were some photos and shelves. The room had two worn green couches and a large square shiny box that was tucked away in the corner.“Stay here.”I twisted my head and watched as he
Kayah’s Point of View Seven’s face hardened. “Why do you know Seven? Seven died a long time ago. At least died inside. So I’d like you to call me Six. Died inside? What does he mean? “O-okay, Six. I’m sorry,” I said and gave him a gentle smile. Something in his eyes flickered and instinctively I took a step back. A growl worked its way up in his throat before he shot up off of the couch. I yelped as he pushed me down into a sitting position with his teeth bared. “Stop doing that!” My body was trembling under him so badly that his arms were shaking. “Doing what?” I asked innocently. His face instantly turned into a mask of pure rage and I suddenly found two very strong hands gripping onto my upper arms. “Acting all sweet and innocent one minute and then being scared and frightened the next!” I felt my eyes go wide. The grip he held on my arms tightened. I held back a whimper by biting the inside of my cheek. I don’t understand, I thought. If he didn’t want me
Suddenly Six was up off of the couch and walking over to the door that we had both used to come in. Before I could even ask him what was going on he had left slamming the door behind him. I could feel my back stiffen as the herd of footstep ran up the stairs. It was obvious that he didn’t want me around when he confronted those people and I knew that if they were a threat he would have no problem taking care of them but for some reason I couldn’t shake being worried. Slowly the feet stopped moving one by one and I was able to estimate just how many there were. Six. The hair on my neck stood up. Six to one, I didn’t like those odds one bit. I scooted over to the edge of the couch that he had occupied moments ago and stared intently at the door listening carefully for any signs of movement or conversation. Besides the creaking floorboards, loud footsteps, and my own heavy breathing I heard nothing. There was no immediate arguing or words exchanged, just an eerily silence. The more ti
Kayah’ Point of ViewI did as man commanded, I screamed. He cringed at the high pitch of my scream leaving him unprepared and open. While he was distracted I did what any animal did when they were cornered; attacked. The soft flesh on his neck was unprotected by fur which made it easy for my teeth to dig into. Hot bolts spurted into my mouth and against my cheeks as his screams filled the air. I could feel the vibrations from his scream against my teeth like a gentle hum warning me that I hadn’t bitten down on his jugular.He flung his fists around wildly and landed a solid punch on the side of my neck. I clenched my jaw harder down on his neck transferring the throbbing pain into something useful. Every part of my wolf side was working in overdrive; the muscles in my jaw constricting, the adrenaline pumping in my veins, and my fingernails digging into the back of his neck and shoulder holding him in place. By doing all of this more blood gushed into my mouth blocking off my air suppl
Kayah’s Point of ViewSix’a roar had become so loud that the other werewolves Luis had brought along were jarred awake. Each one of them winced and moaned as they picked themselves up off of the ground…all but one. I looked over at him carefully. There was no blood gathered around him or even any bruises. I gasped beside Six at the realization. The awkward position of his neck, the silent heartbeat, and how his back wasn’t rising and falling with each breath should have been a huge give away.When did that happen? My brain was scrambling to form an answer when I remembered. It happened right after Six had called out my name. The deadly snap of this man’s neck had been almost silent against my own racing heartbeat and thundering blood. Guilt swelled inside of my chest. Even though the man had been fighting on Luis’ side I still felt horrible for not noticing his death until now.The other were’s however did not feel the same way. One of the less beat up ones pick up the dead body and
Kayah’s Point of ViewOne of Six’s dark eyebrows shot up and he cocked his head slightly to the side. “For the ice pack? Don’t worry about it.”Although I was grateful for the relief the ice pack had given me that wasn’t what I was thanking him for. I shook my head from side to side. “Well yes thanks for that too but I’m also grateful that you saved me from…from Luis.”The memory of the man was still too fresh in my mind. The skin in which he had touched felt violated and cold, making me shiver. When Luis had me pinned to the wall, I was left completely unguarded and if Six hadn’t intervened when he had I would have been killed. So this time when I looked up into his ocean blue eyes I was silently thanking him again for saving my life.He simply nodded his head, accepting my gratitude without question. “You probably have a lot of questions about how he and I know each other.”No, I don’t. I already knew the way back in your castle.He had said it more like a statement than a quest
He had used that tone of voice on Luis when he was yelling but never had he used it on me. I could already feel a whimper working its way up through my throat so I turned my head away in an attempt to keep it at bay.“Allie…” I could feel the tips of Six’s fingers scrapped against the side of my cheek and the whimper I had been holding back escaped. Instantly, he jerked his hand away and started muttering something nasty before he rumbled out a sigh. “You know what you’ve been through a lot today and I’m sure that yelling is the last thing you need. We’ll talk tomorrow after we’re both gotten some rest.” He walked over to the other couch pulling off the blanket and tossing it to me. “You can sleep on the couch tonight. If you need me I’ll be in that room.” He pointed to the first door in the hallway. It had been the same door that he had gone into when we had first entered the apartment.Then without so much as a glance back to me or anything else he left slamming his door behind him
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