Deven's Point Of View
Distance noise kept making me uncomfortable in my bed as I kept tossing around. Why can't I have a peaceful sleep for once? I tried blocking out the noise from me so I can sleep but I haven't perfected my i-sensys, so I wasn't getting the technique. I will definitely disturb mom once I am fully awake to teach me how to block sounds and noise from myself so I can have what I want. I will definitely try to be more attentive when learning because I can definitely see that I need it. But now, the noise was becoming unusual and I was forced to get up from my sleeping conscious state. "You can't go out," Julius said to me. "Why?" I questioned him. "It's dangerous! Your mom's kind are here!" He explained. "Werewolves?" I asked, super excited. This was my moment to see other werewolves, and still mom refused to take me to her colony, I can see them here. "Yes!" He replied simply. "Then I need to go," I said to Julius. "You can't go, like I said it's dangerous. Your mum's kinds are here and your kinds aren't appreciated among them," he explained to me but I was confused by what he said. "Do you mean my kinds?" I asked him. "Well, you are a two in one creature unlike them and they are bittered about it," he explained but I don't believe him. "Well, that's arrant nonsense! Do you think I will believe that?" I asked him, looking up to him. "Well, I don't. So find something else to use as an excuse," I said to him. "My prince, you have to believe me, outside your room is dangerous and I have been instructed by my Lord and my Lady not to let you out of your room," he said, trying to convince me to stay in my room. "Wow, they really said that?" I asked him. "Yes, they did. They… they… ouch!" He cried out, staring at me deadly. "Then let me out," I yelled glaring at him. "No! Even that and more won't let me release you," he said confidently. "Really?" So my mystic power of ceasing one's vocal cord isn't going to stop him then let see about that. "I don't need to answer that. Go… ouch! Ahhh… haaa… you… can't… ca't… please…" he struggled as he cried out but it wasn't working the way I wanted it to make him feel. "This is nonsense," I yelled, hitting the wall with my weak leg as I released him. "Thanks for listening to me," he said after wiping off the little sweat that broke out. "I wasn't listening to you and I have no intention of listening to you," I said as I paced around, thinking of what to do to get out of this bedroom prison. "Don't do that please, just sit on your bed and read your spell books," Julius said but my mind was far gone. The noise from outside was still on but it has become some kind of game, where it reduces for a while then intensifies the next minute at a repeated pattern. "What if the danger comes to meet us here? We are dead then, but isn't it better to meet this danger halfway or better still, before it starts its journey towards us?" I said to Julius. "There are other guards guiding this floor so if anything is to happen we will know," he said. "And escape through where?" I asked. "Oh please, don't start! We will cross the bridge when we get there," he answered. "At the expenses of your own life?" I asked him but he kept quiet. "You will cross the bridge at your own death? Well, that's on you and not on me! I will cross my own bridge now and avoid my death," I said to him and before he could guess anything or utter a statement, I jumped out of my window. It was a nice flight, I landed on my feet and quickly ducked behind some plants. I looked up to my window and saw Julius yelling at me but I couldn't make out what he was saying because of our distance. I waved him goodbye and processed to the front of the building. Some guards were lying lifelessly on the ground in their own pool of blood. I saw some guards, parading the compound and front yard of the building who I couldn't identify as ours because their royal crests were different from ours but they were dressed alike. Julius wasn't lying when he said there was danger looming around. I surveyed my environment and sneakily made my way to the entrance, I entered the building and quickly duck behind a table. There were several more of those guards I saw outside parading the hallway. Where is everyone? I questioned myself, none of our staff or guards were in sight or were they all killed like the lifeless guards outside. I could distinctly hear some things, some voices coming from one of the rooms in the hallway. Mom and dad's voice was distinct from all the other noise coming from the other rooms. Were they hitting something or breaking something? "If this isn't about the prophecy then what is it about?" I could hear dad say. "Like I said, it isn't about the prophecy but that doesn't mean the prophecy isn't contributed, it is," a man voice said. "Please, we have nothing to do with your colony and there hasn't been a problem for years," that was mom, she sounded so scared and angry. "You should have thought of that when you decided to marry into this colony," the man said to her harshly. "But I am not the first and I won't be the last," she uttered. "Well, I will decide on that," he said before laughing fully, like some maniac. Mary, the youngest cook, ran suddenly out of one of the rooms into the hands of one of the unsmiling guards, immediately she got to their midst, one of them hit her on the head with a thick baton, like he was waiting for her to arrive and they accompanied her fall with laughter. One of them kept smashing her head with the baton while the others kept laughing. Another laughter caught my attention, it came from the room Mom and Dad's voice came from. I couldn't pick up what was being said but I knew something was about to hit them. After a while, it was quiet on the whole building and two figures came out of the room smiling widely, a father and his son, who should be around nine or ten. He was my age mate.Amora and the group ventured further into the woods, noticing an unusual calmness that had fallen over the usually noisy forest. The atmosphere was dense, filled with stress and an unknown, ominous presence that eluded identification by all involved. Each movement seemed to lead them away from security and towards the hidden threat waiting nearby. Amora walked in front, her senses heightened. She was overwhelmed, her thoughts racing as she tried to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. The Alpha King's power was growing, and if Kael and the others were correct, there were traitorous wolves within their own group trying to undermine them. The thought of an unseen foe caused a shiver to run down her spine, particularly one that could be hiding nearby.However, the true burden weighing on her was not solely the fear of being betrayed. She had taken on the responsibility with reluctancy. Although she had agreed to assist, she understood that merely helping wouldn't suffice. Not at t
The following day arrived silently, like a shadow encroaching on the outskirts of a dream. Amora awoke before sunrise, the sky remaining dark, her thoughts from the night before already consuming her mind. Kael's words had a weight that stayed with you, like dense smoke that couldn't be brushed away. Reclining quietly, she focused on the consistent pattern of her breath, attempting to collect her thoughts before confronting the impending truth. She wasn't prepared to confront the group once more. And she absolutely wasn't prepared to confront what was hiding in the darkness, biding its time to attack. However, whether prepared or not, the world kept moving forward for everyone, especially for her.The clearing mentioned by Kael was located several miles beyond the city, concealed deep in the woods. It had been years since she last visited, since she departed from the group and everything unraveled. The memories of that location were intertwined with her own sorrow, too agonizing to g
The forest was draped with silence as heavy as a blanket in the night. Amora's every breath was calculated, fearing that breathing too deeply could expose her innermost thoughts. Meeting Nikolai had made her feel uneasy, although she would never acknowledge it openly. His words of caution reverberated in her thoughts. A war is on the horizon. She couldn't refute the plain truth in his statement, despite her desire to do so.She experienced the heaviness, as though the sky was on the verge of bursting open and unleashing chaos on her world.Moving forward cautiously, she scanned the horizon once more. There were only trees and shadows around, but she couldn't rid herself of the sensation that eyes were observing her from all directions. Her usual instincts were correct, and tonight they were loudly alerting her.Conflict. The sound echoed like a far-off drumming, tugging at the innermost core of her existence.While she walked back to the edge of the woods, her mind wandered to Deven.
Amora felt the ground underneath her change drastically. Not only did a storm rage in the skies, but also in her heart. Each day seemed like a struggle to maintain her composure as everything surrounding her loomed to tear her apart. She stood on the outskirts of the forest, feeling the blend of moisture and pine scent in the air, combined with the stress that had been lingering with her for days. The silence became too thick and too still, reminiscent of a familiar feeling, as if the world was anticipating something dreadful to occur.Her blue eyes scanned the trees as she tucked a stray lock of her black hair behind her ear. There was something present outside. She sensed it under her skin, like a second heartbeat, pulsing quietly and consistently. Since her altercation with Deven, she couldn't shake the sense of impending danger. His gray eyes had penetrated her defenses, and his words lingered in her mind like a haunting presence.However, this was no longer concerning him. This c
Amora’s POVStepping out of the boathouse, the cold night air felt like a sudden slap, making me wrap my jacket tighter around me. I was frantically trying to connect the dots between all that had occurred and what was yet to come.Nikolai. Kaida. A werewolf turning on their own species. It seemed as though I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare. However, I needed to remain concentrated. If there was one lesson I had learned from my previous experiences, it was that displaying vulnerability could lead to death. I wasn't going to allow that to happen once more.I had accepted Deven's plan because, in my heart, I understood it was the sole choice. However, that didn't make things less difficult. Returning to the group was the final thing I desired to avoid. They left me, ignored me when I needed them the most. Was I expected to return casually and act as if I was there for assistance?I was uncertain if I could achieve it.However, if it involved halting Nikolai, if it involved safeg
Deven’s POVAmora’s eyes never left mine as the weight of the situation began to sink in. We were in this together now, whether we liked it or not. And the thought of facing Nikolai, vampires, and whatever else came our way was daunting. But the moment she agreed to fight alongside me, something inside me shifted—an unspoken bond that couldn’t be broken, no matter how much I tried to deny it before.“I’ll contact the pack,” she said, her voice more confident, even though I could see the hesitation in her eyes. “But we’ll need a plan. They won’t just listen to me after everything that’s happened.”“I’ll figure out the details,” I replied, pacing the small room as I thought it through. “We need leverage, something that’ll convince them this is in their best interest too.”“Leverage?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “They’re werewolves, Deven. They don’t respond well to threats.”“Not threats,” I corrected, pausing mid-stride. “Incentives. They’ll want something in return for helping