Se connecter[CW- Body horror, violence, and gore. Please look after yourself while reading.]CREAKThe statue tottered, leaning awkwardly back and forth. Then, seemingly in slow motion from Peggy’s point of view, the statue fell. The head tipped over the base, falling down into the dirt below. A scream went up from the crowd around them as dust and sand flew into the air, marring the opalescent statue with red and brown. A lycan man ran toward the statue, only to be pulled back by several people around him. The body of the statue started falling. To Peggy’s horror, it started falling toward the crowd of people.Shouts rose in a language she did not recognise.THUDBlood, viscera, bones cracking.Peggy’s heart thudded in her chest, and she held North tightly. People had been crushed under the statue.The rogue growled and lunged toward the people who were crushed under the statue. Peggy felt air leaving her lungs as she screamed at the people, even if it would be fruitless, some part of her wanted
[CW- Body horror in this chapter - not as gory as in previous chapters. Please look after yourself while reading.]A warm wind blew over the red sands as Yonus walked Peggy and North around. Through the mind link, Peggy could feel the warm sand between his paws, his ears flicking slightly as the sand in the air annoyed him. North was slowly settling in her arms, and she was rubbing gentle circles on his tummy, making him let out little burps and murmurs. After a moment, she picked him up and held him so his head was leaning against her shoulder, and she rubbed little circles into his back. She felt him get slightly heavier in her arms.“Are you doing ok now?” she murmured to him.“Mmm…” North mumbled against her shoulder. His little hands shifted into fists on her shoulder.“Good, then-”Yonus suddenly stopped, nearly sending Peggy forward. “Yonus, what-?”Turpentine filled her nose, and she looked back toward the statue. North tensed in her arms as they both saw the large, shambling
“He bit me!” Archer cried out.“Uh-huh,” Eli said, using their magic. Their hands glowed as they used magic on Archer’s wound.“He’s a baby! Are they even meant to have teeth at this age?!” Archer fumed.“I don’t know,” Eli said.“Do you even care I was bitten?” Archer scoffed.“Archer,” Eli looked up at him. “I care you were bitten. I’m not surprised you were bitten, though.”“Huh?”“Ariadne is North’s mother,” Eli said, like explaining something to someone very slow.“...Yeah?”“You and her were yelling at each other,” Eli said.“And? North shouldn’t understand words yet.”“He understands intention, though,” Eli sighed, wrapping Archer’s arm with bandages. “But-”“Even when we first met him, you seemed to pick up that North could at least understand intentions even as a young baby,” Eli said, looking up at him. “I’m not saying that Noth has a perfect understanding of the theological debate you were having. I’m saying he knew that his mother was being yelled at by a grown man. Now,
[CW- References to planned infanticide and ablism.]Archer’s arm bled down onto the dusty floor of the desert. North was letting out little growls and grumbles, blood dripping down his little chin.“North!” Ariadne cried out.She tried to pull him off Archer, but he wasn’t letting go.“Argh!” Archer cried out as North’s teeth pressed deeper into him.“North! Let go!” Peggy shouted, slipping down off of Yonus. She sprinted over to them and grabbed the hinge of North’s jaw. His eyes flickered up at her. “North,” she said softly. “Listen to me, you have to let go of him. Right now.”For a moment, she saw the consideration flicker in his eyes… Then they went back to Archer, and he bit harder.“If he doesn’t let go, I’m gonna-” Archer started, but he shut up when Peggy glared at him.“Let me get him off,” Peggy said, pressing harder on North’s jaw hinge. After a moment, he cried out and released his hold on Archer’s arm.“FUCK!” Archer cried out, pulling his arm away.“I got it, I got it,”
[CW- References to marital abuse and racism against fantasy races. Please take care of yourself while reading.]The statue was made of adularescence, the moon goddess’s expression soft and serene. Her arms were loosely wrapped around each other, as if cradling something to one side, her back gently curved, her legs apart in a strong stance.“The pose…” Peggy said softly.“It’s like that in these parts,” Eli explained, their eyes shimmering with interest. “It’s part of the difference in how Lycans worship her versus how werewolves worship her.”“They worship her differently?” Peggy asked, sitting up a little straighter.“Yeah,” Archer
“Yes, it’s weird, isn’t it?” Ariadne said, her fingers tapping on the table. “Weird is an understatement!” Peggy burst.“So you’ve seen them?” Archer asked. “Not just reports of them?”“Yeah,” Ariadne nodded. “One climbed up to North’s window. It was like it was watching him-”“Not possible,” Archer said, shaking his head.Silence fell over the table. Eli face-palmed.“What?” Archer asked.“Really?” Peggy asked bluntly. “Your first instinct isn’t to listen to your mate and want to find out what she saw, it’s just to deny what she saw?”Archer blinked.“That…” the words died on his lips as Eli glared at him. He shrank down in his seat slightly. Eli took a breath and pinched the bridge of their nose.“Some things never change…” they grumbled. “Please keep talking, Ariadne.”“... Yeah,” Ariadne said, looking down at North in her arms. “It had climbed up the side of the castle, and it was watching him in the nursery.”“That’s creepy…” Peggy said. “When we’ve met them, they’ve just attack
Archer kept his arm around Ariadne’s waist as they walked into town. It clearly wasn’t a metropolis, just a small settlement that had done well enough to grow. He glanced around. Rather than the brick or wood he was used to, the houses around here were mainly made of mud with what appeared to be wo
Peggy sat, snuggled into Mikael as Eli cooked breakfast the next day. They were all still huddled up in the cave. It was uncomfortable, but necessary. They will need to move out soon, trying to get out of Lycan territory as soon as they can.
[CW- References to marital rape, marital abuse, and violence. Please take care of yourself while reading.]The day the prince had been born… Kurnich had not felt the spark that new parents are expected to feel. This squirming, pink, weak child was part his, part his bride. The prince was wriggling,
[CW- Discussions of marital rape, but not in-depth or graphic.]Archer walked outside with Ariadne, his eyes focused on her back. His heart fluttered. She was here, he’d held her throughout the fight, and







