Seranda’s Pov. I've never been this scared in my life. Walking with the elders everyone bowed to me as they greeted me. ‘’Your grace…. Hello princess”’ some would say. ‘’How do you do princess?’’ some asked. ‘’Welcome home princess”’ I've never felt so part of a place aside from the pack of Mckenny as I feel with the lycans. Every word they said made me feel more at home and welcomed. ‘’You should never forget the words of the chambers of mirrors. “‘ Elder Fern reminded me before we stepped into the court hall. As expected, it was already filled with lycans, some taking the form of their fur half. There was no way I could be convinced otherwise they weren't doing it on purpose to scare Mark and Mckenny, but knowing who Mckenny Golden is there is no way some little lycans like them would scare him but I could not say the same for Mark. ‘’what if they are not fit, what if they are not allowed to join us?’’ I asked Laurana who was rather too close to me than the elders. ‘’It will
I needed all the concentration I could get. I watched as Mark and Mckenny were led into the hall by 4 guards, they were all in fur claws all out ready to fight. ‘’Laurana what is the meaning of this?’’ this was not running, she had asked for guards to accompany them not stand by them like they were just waiting for the go-ahead to start a fight. ‘’He is dangerous and it wasn't my orders but that of the elders. If his powers can bring me to my feet then it is better to have him on close watch we never can tell’’ I watched as they were led to their seats at the center as every eye was on them. The hall of judgment was that which was rather built in a round shape, while the ones to be judged sat at the center right before the eyes of a thousand staring at them from every angle, back, front sidewards. No matter how much I stared at him he did not take a glance at me. I know he could feel I was staring, he was my mate and unlike others, we did share a special bond. ‘’Just one glance,
Mckenny’s Pov. ever since I walked out the gates of Lymfieya, it was certainly not going to be easy walking back in. I could see from afar as they carefully prepared for war. There was no way I would be able to step back inside. I have suddenly become so rational and the slightest irritates me. I wish I had spoken to her directly, now I know I was wrong for leaving her behind, but what was I to do? She is not just a wolf or lycan I could take with me. I am not only a danger to those around me at this point but also a danger to myself. I wasn't ready to risk the life of the only one I loved for my happiness. since I left her behind, I have not been myself. While I kept my distance from Mark, avoiding his questions was tougher than I had expected. ‘’Are you serious you will be okay without her?’’ he asked yet again for the hundredth time. I do not know how he wants me to give him an answer. It was clear we wouldn't be able to leave with her. Seranda was not only a princess but knowing
I was born barely 5 minutes after my brother which paved the way for the start of my misfortune, not only was I the outcast of the family, but I was also named the unwanted. We look nothing like each other, similar in name yet different in meaning. Ciranda Copper, heir to the throne of the northern shifters clan, a blessing from the moon goddess, the prince obeyed and cherished by all, and I Seranda the unwanted, named after the gods of death souls Zeranda, a creature kept in place to demonstrate pain and mystery, a representative of everything negative, which makes me stand out amidst everyone, for my stroke of bad luck and mistreatment from my family and clan. All my parents have ever wanted was a son, an heir to their precious throne, a man to carry on with their dirty dealings. Not like it bordered me, have long gotten used to being the child who would have been left for death if the choice was theirs to make. It's been 17 long years of torture, beatings, and maltreatment What el
“It's no news Ciranda's, death is something I wish and pray for all the time, soon the moon goddess will bless me and my request will be granted. I am nothing but I will be something in the afterlife.” he looked at me with anger in his eyes. His friends were not shocked at my altering. I am a princess treated worse than a pauper, what was there to hope for? I can't leave without them killing me, so praying for death is my next best alternative. I watched from outside as my brother failed every question asked by his teacher, he has always been the dumb sibling, always partying, smoking around with friends, and going shopping for luxurious cars or car racing. Studying has never been part of his schedule which has earned him the name “‘big baby” for he is still in lower grade and all his friends and mates are over in college. It was amusing seeing him prove to be nothing but their lapdog. I am more intelligent than him, I have taken lessons all my life from the windows and creeps of the
I stared at the man standing before me with fear written all over me, I could feel sweat breaking through my skin, my body scrolling at our closeness to each other, he paid no attention to his sister, his eyes digging deep into my soul as if searching for the truth. I knew nothing of my family’s business, yes I was aware of their schedule and guests it has something to do with the missing female wolves but I had nothing tangible to back that theory of mine. He walks closer to me taking his hands away from the little girl, she stares at me with a look more like “‘he is your problem now”’ and runs away Before I could utter another word, I heard the thundering sound of the door closing and engulfing just me and this man. What was I to say to him, that I was innocent? Who will believe me? How can I believe when I am a copper, no one outside my clan knew of me, yes they knew of Ciranda, my father had him tack along to every meeting he attended, every deal shared, and every friendship pack
The look in his eyes said a thousand words, yet his lips hadn't moved even once. I grew up knowing our eyes were our greatest asset. I have known I was hated for the eyes never betrayed me, the look on the face of my parents, my own twin was enough to let me know I did not belong with them. I could not help but play around on the furniture before returning to my human form. It felt good to be in control for the first time in my life. I have never felt so loved and cared for. He gave me yet another shirt of his to wear. It was bigger than the other, his smell was all over me and surprisingly I loved it. “Seranda, come have a sit” he pats the empty space next to him. The fear, the pain, and the thought of him killing all went away like they had never been there. I stare at him deep in the eyes willfully getting lost in them. ‘’I am not very good with kinds of stuff, but I can be of help. I want them down on their knees begging for their life like I have done for the past 18 years. I wa
I could not bear to listen more, I had to leave, I had to take matters into my own hands. If Ciranda wants me, then he shall have me, I have got to experience joy, love, and acceptance now if it means the end then I humbly take it. I rush to the bedroom and go through the items bought by Emery earlier during the day, a demi skirt maid from the skin, strap sandals a demi shirt, and a fur coat. I chose him because he is the last person I want to have his smell all over me when I take my last breath. I walk out to the stable and a white horse catches my eyes, his eyes tempting and his temperament daring. “‘May I have this one” the guard stares at me for a moment before gently bowing. ‘’Greetings my lady, Temperest is for the lord” I walked over, I was happy he respected me, this would be the last memories I would have. The horse bowed to me, in respect, it hailed me, respected me, and recognized its master's scent on me. It bent down allowing me easy access. ‘’Tell Kenny, I have gone t