UNBECOMING
Julia's body was washed and dressed in preparation for her burial. She had asked to be cremated and her ashes poured into the same river just like her husband.
Phoebe had not taken her seriously when she made the request, she had not expected her to die so soon and suddenly. The series of misfortune that had befallen them over the past months made her numb.
“We would conduct a purification ceremony after Julia's burial. We need to appease the gods and cleanse ourselves, maybe our misfortunes will end.`` Phoebe informed her husband.
“I couldn't agree more, but a miracle came out of all this.’
“What miracle do you speak of,” sh
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SACRIFICIAL LAMB ******************************** ALPHA BALTHAZAR'S POV ******************************** Getting a year-old lamb with no defect turned out to become mission impossible. It was either the year-old lambs had defects and the perfect ones were above a year. What intrigued me the most was the scarcity of the said animal which had never happened before. When I enquired from the farmers if they could direct me to a popular breeder within our neighborhood, I was directed to a small pack a few miles from ours. When I got to the farm, I was informed of an ambush that happened a few hours before I arrived. From the deep cuts and the way the paws of the creatures that attacked the animals, we w
GENERATIONS PAST This was not the first time they would hold a purification ceremony at a mountain pride pack. Years ago, before the birth of Balthazar's grandfather, it was believed that the pack was under the influence of a great curse caused by his great grandfather. FLASHBACK>>>>>>>>>>>>>>THIS WAS DURING THE TIME OF BALTHAZAR'S GREATGRANDFATHER. “I love you so much, Melvin. Promise you will never leave me,” Cassandra said as she stroked his bare chest. She loved him so much and would do anything for him. “I have told you so many times that you are all that I’ve got, but you still doubt me. You make me sad with these questions.” Melvin replied. He closed his eyes and listened to the waves from the str
CURSED After the death of Cassandra, Melvin continued with his life. His secret was safely tucked away in the deep forest. He never gave her another thought; he felt free and happy to get rid of her. Melvin had always thought of Cassandra’s love for him as choking. She was always making him take vows that he would love her forever. He had repeated the vows just to please her and get between her pants. Getting her pregnant was not part of his plans. He was young and had lots of adventures to partake in, having a wife and child was the last thing on his mind, when she told him of her pregnancy, her smile irked him, and the way she cradled her invisible bump got on his nerves. She kept talking on and on about the future, and the only way Melvin fe
CZAR PRESENT-DAY The land would heal, Balthazar was convinced about this. He had faith in himself, his luna, beta, council, and natives. The purification ceremony went without any hassle. Incantations were made by the enchantress, homage was paid to the gods of the land and the moon goddess. As the alpha of the pack, Balthazar was made to sit on an ancient stool carved out from an old oak tree where rituals were made, and the goddess and gods consulted in the past till now. The carvings on the stool had a one-horned hermaphrodite goat, a mermaid, a seal, and markings written in Arabic believed to be an incantation.
EMERALD PACK THE PROPHECY. A long time ago, the emerald pack was richly blessed with emeralds from where its name was gotten from. It was a populous pack and had more she-wolves than he-wolves. The females were given tasks equal to the men. They had female warriors, hunters and were among the council of elders. Their strength was mostly in their numbers and they were efficient, nothing was left to chance. A prophecy was once made that the greatest sorceress would be from the pack and it was almost twenty years now and even though they had female enchantresses none has been able to prove their worthiness as the greatest. Mara was the great-granddaughter of the park's enchantress who died many years ago and after her death
MISSION IMPOSSIBLE THE PRESENT TIME Czar knew that even though his adoptive parents loved and treated him as their son, it was an entirely different thing concerning the mountain pride pack. He was still like an outcast to most of them. Only a few accepted him and treated him with respect even when he had proven without a doubt that he was capable and able to defend the territory, people, and border of the pack. His only physical flaw was that he limped, a defect that he had no control over yet, he was judged because of it. His mother was human and his father a rogue omega wolf, this made him a hybrid wolf, making it more difficult for him to gain the respect and love of his kinsmen. Even with his disability, he was a much better warrior, he fought fiercely in every battle and was not scared to die. Dying did no
PLAGUE*****************Mara’S P.O.V*****************My name is Mara, I have always been drawn to the forest. I have a connection to the leaves, they talk to me, give me secrets to their healing powers. I know the plants that can cure various ailments and flush out the deadliest poisons.Most times I leave the pack and go to the woods to be among the trees and listen to them, their healing power becomes most potent at night or before dawn.My great grandmother used to have such power and after her death, no one in our family had gotten her gift until I was born. I am just sixteen so I am still learning and masteri
BANISHEDClara and Lana took the herbs when they started feeling the baby's pressure down their pelvic area, they were already nine months into their pregnancy and the herbs were to help quicken labor and make delivery smoother.Lana gave birth first followed shortly by Clara, however, there was no cry from the babies. The midwife in attendance did everything possible to make the babies cry.“They are turning blue.” one of the ladies in attendance said“The enchantress was called upon so was mara but it was too late.‘They are dead.” whispered the midwife.“No, not my child. Give her to me.” Clara took the still baby and wa