All the guests started to exit as well, starting from the royalties that were seated on the front rows, and soon, the hall which had been filled to the brim was suddenly empty.
The crowd marched to the battle filled and Cyrus took a seat on the podium.
There were five seats on the podium and Lucius helped Emelda to one of the seats as he and Darius took the next two seats beside her. There was only one seat left on the podium and Sir Sule joined them on the stage, seated close to his King and Alpha, Cyrus.“Bring in the traitors,” Cyrus commanded and the gates of the battlefield opened up.
Six hefty men dragged in the traitors- Gedoni, Tobias, and Barroc. Holding each of them by their arms and aggressively they flung them on the floor, right there in front of the podium.
Cyrus got up from his seat and took a few steps till he reached the edge of the podium.
With utmost disgust, his eyes turned from one man to the other as the men looYemanja was at the back of her house, tending to her garden when she heard a noise that resembled the sound of a carriage. Slowly, Yemanja placed her garden fork on the ground as she closed her eyes and listened closely. At first, she had thought the carriage was passing through her house but she soon realized she was wrong when the noise from the carriage stopped in front of her house.Gently, Yemanja pulled herself from the ground and dusted her dry hands on the front of her apron. She straightened her back and walked to the front of her small house, using the sidewalk.“Grandma.” Yemanja heard the excited voice before seeing who it was but she didn't need to see who the person was to realize that it was her granddaughter, Emelda.“Emelda,” Yemanja called her granddaughter’s name in the same excited tone as Emelda had called hers.Emelda came down from the carriage and ran to her grandmother’s side, throwing her s
Emelda sat on a little stool in her grandma’s kitchen as Yemanja put on a pot of soup on the stove. There was an awkward silence growing between them and soon, Emelda found herself drawing little imaginary circles with her index finger all over her grandmother’s kitchen table.Yemanja had her back turned to Emelda but she could almost tell what was going on. The energy from Emelda was consuming and Yemanja didn't need to be an all-powerful witch to notice it.“What troubles you, my child?” Yemanja asked as she stirred her soup slowly with the wooden spatula in her hands.“Nothing!” Emelda shrugged and sighed at the same time.Slowly, Yemanja placed the spatula aside and turned to Emelda. She stared at her granddaughter keenly as she wiped her hands with the kitchen napkin.“Don't lie to me, child. You know we have been through a lot these past few months. I do not want there to be any secrets between us. Yo
After the death of her mother, Yemanja had been the sole guardian for Emelda and the two had bonded in deep ways over the past years. If there was anyone who knew what Yemanja was up to and what she was capable of- that person would be Emelda. But there was one thing that Emelda still struggled to get used to even after all the years she spent with her grandma and that was the ability to have her grandma cutting right to the chase.Yemanja wasn't the person who would beat around the bush or who struggled with words. She always went right to the point and even after all these years, that attitude from Yemanja still surprised Emelda.And it was the same surprise that took over Emelda the minute her grandmother asked her the direct question.But instead of answering the question, Emelda tried to avoid it. And the only way she knew how to avoid the question was to tell a lie.“Yes, grandma. That was why I left the palace. I couldn't stomach what w
Darius, the future king of Lakewood kingdom and son to Alpha Cyrus sprawled across the grass. In his wolf form. He ran for one hour straight, no stopping. He had been training for two weeks now. He was training for his mating ceremony. He had to be in perfect shape for it. He was going to rule, just like his father, Cyrus. But first, he had to find a Luna.His friend and Beta, Adolf tried to catch up with him, but couldn’t. Darius gave him a good 800 meters gap. Finally, Darius slowed down and Adolf caught up with him.“show off,” Adolf growled as he descended on his friend. The two struggled and tumbled on the grass, like toddlers. Scratching. But Darius triumphed. He pinned Adolf to the ground with his left paw.Adolf shook rigorously till he was free. He started to growl, then bark, and eventually laughed as he changed into his human form.Darius changed too.“You stink.” Darius ruffled his friend’s hair as he
“Your Highness,” The king’s groom tapped him gently. Alpha Cyrus rolled on his bed, turning in the opposite direction. His groom tapped him again, “your highness,” this time, Alpha Cyrus got up.He had a devilish look on his face, he was angry. The clock had just struck 3.00 am so why was he been disturbed in his sleep.“What is it, Sule?” He barked, his tone conveying the irritation he felt at that moment.“Your, highness, good morning sir. I’m sorry to wake you up at this time but there is a matter that needs your urgent attention.” Sule curtsied as he spoke. His voice carried a trace of fear in it.Alpha Cyrus sprung off his bed. He grabbed his coat and threw it on his body. What could it be this time? He thought to himself. His kingdom had been suffering some misfortune recently. His farmers were losing crops, their animals were dying, and a neighboring pack of wolves was brewing for a fight
Cyrus’s wolf, Marcel called out to its pack. He stood at the top of the mountain and howled out. It was 5.00 am. The howl called out to the senior members of the Lake Moon Pack. Marcel turned his head around and howled out a third time. That was the sign. That was the language. The one that said, “get in here for an urgent meeting.” All the wolves, in their various homes, heard, but only the seniors responded. They howled back and within minutes, they had all gathered at the mountain top, where their Alpha, Marcel had called them from.The fifteen senior wolves gathered at the mountain top. Speaking to each other. In their wolf language. The war chief, Dagrin was the first to speak.“Alpha Marcel, this is rather unusual, why have you called us here? Is our clan been threatened?” Dagrin furrowed his brows and paced around Cyrus’s wolf, Marcel.Marcel barked, “we are faced with a tragedy, our future Luna is de
“Alicia, wait up.” Darius’s wolf chased Alicia down the woods. The cloud was grey and heavy with rain. Alicia had initiated a running contest as if she could outrun the crown prince. Outrunning Darius was almost impossible. He was strong and fast; his family was the strongest and largest wolves in the kingdom and even in neighboring kingdoms.Alicia had been mated to Darius. A week after the death of Rochelle.The news of Rochelle’s death had not gone unnoticed. There had been whispers. Whispers of murder. The market square traders and farmers had carried the gossip. The gossip said that Darius had strangled Rochelle in her sleep because she wasn’t a virgin.To Darius, the claims were laughable and unreasonable. But his father, Alpha Cyrus had not taken it lightly. He had demanded the heads of anyone who dared to spread such outrageous rumors about his son again. That was enough to seal th
They say that the enemies of a man are the members of his household; No truer words could ever have been said about Cyrus and his household.As soon as the news about Alicia got to the palace, Gedoni had ridden fiercely, without any stops to the enemies clan, the Rosewood Clan. They were a pack of wolves that governed a rebellious territory. A territory that had stood against Cyrus for years, threatening to take over his throne.They had been waiting for an opportunity and Gedoni, just like his father was ready to give them one. Gedoni’s father had failed at the coup he planned, but Gedoni had no intention of failing. He wanted the throne and the news of the death of two future Lunas was enough for him to overthrow his brother.Gedoni had served his brother, rebelliously for years, waiting for the perfect opportunity. And it had simply fallen into his laps.“Gedoni,” The leader of the Rosewood moon pack barked out his name, immediately