WRITER'S POVOnce Arthur left, Dennis let out a chunk of air he didn't know he had been holding in while he exchanged words with Arthur. He couldn't imagine where he had gotten the boldness to match up to Arthur in that manner. But what kept replaying in his head was Arthur's question. "Do you like her? Do you have feelings for her?""Do I like her? Do I have feelings for her?" He asked himself rhetorically. Even he don't know the answer to the question only that he knew he was prepared to go any length to save Eleanor. >>>>>>ELEANOR'S POVAN HOUR BEFORE THE FIGHTI stared at the attire the servants had brought to me. It is supposed to be my wears for the combat. Helmet, Amoured Breastplate, Boot, a shining sword and a shield. It was exactly as I have seen in the movies. They looked quite heavy and even a little heavy when I tried lifting them but enough to shield a sword from easily slithing through a body. I have trained hard. I couldn't even believe I would torture my body

WRITER'S POV"I apologize on behalf of the Luna for keeping you all waiting. It was only a minor issue which she has sorted and now she will put in place the ones that have dared to question her strength…"Eleanor watched, boiling inside of her as the two faced bitch bowed before the people and pleaded on her behalf looking as though she meant her words. "Only fools will believe her"She truly disgusted her. Arthur came to her, she imagined he had come to say his last words to her. "Don't give me the pity look. You always wanted me gone from your sight. But don't get too excited, I don't die that easily.""Why didn't you wait for me?" Dennis asked her, he looked sad. Eleanor's brain rewind and she remembered when she and Elisa hid from them. She wondered if he and Arthur had tried to hide her then? She shrugged out a sigh under her breath. "Well, whatever. That wouldn't matter anymore."She flashed him a smile. "Don't worry, I am not easy to beat."Saying that she climbed into t

ARTHUR'S POV"You don't think any of this makes sense right?" I asked Jeremy as we both stood outside the meeting hall. The crowd had dispersed and the elders with wide smiles had congratulated me and praised me for having such a brilliant and powerful Luna. I just kept nodding and forcing smiles when necessary to them. Only if they knew how confused I was inside of me. "I am as confused as you are. Could it be because she is mated to you that she is able to have a wolf now?" Jeremy said. "How possible is that? What are the chances?"He shrugged. "Zero if you ask me."Dennis joined us. He looked as confused and speechless as Jeremy and I. "Did she tell you anything?" I asked him. "Nothing related to what we just witnessed. Erm, by any chance, have you laid with her?""What?!" I nearly choked on my saliva. "What do you mean? You don't suppose that could have a hand in her having a wolf all of a sudden?" I frowned. "Ah, you have laid with her…" he sounded disappointed. "You sound

ELEANOR'S POVMy feet wobbled weakly and I lowered my body into a squat as I bursted into tears once I heard the door banged shut after he left. And for minutes I just stayed in that position, hands clutching my face and sobbed. More than ever I missed my mother at that moment. I missed my family. I missed the moment we dined together, I missed seeing father sitting in his favourite position in the house, I miss chasing Howard around the house when he steals my stickers and I miss having uncle Bob pet me. If only my mother was alive, I wouldn't be here in this damn place. I wondered how father, Uncle Bob and Howard was doing. Are they eating well? Have they moved on fine after I left? So many questions rang in my head. I missed them so much I wanted to run with the highest speed in me and get back to them but I couldn't bring myself to. I am now a werewolf. A full fledged one. The Luna of a pack and most importantly they risk being in danger with me. I still couldn't control my pow

ELEANOR'S POVNO, I am not sad. I am not ever going to be sad. I wasn't sad for any man while I was with humans, I can't possibly let myself brood over some werewolf. All I knew was that I found myself in the training ground minutes later. Whether I ran or I walked briskly or I flew, I just couldn't tell. I couldn't even remember how I managed to lift my heavy feets to walk out of there but in all I was grateful that I was able to walk out without making a scene or smashing things or even letting out my poor wolf. It was moments like that the poor thing always came out because I couldn't always control my anger. I could have found myself anywhere else. Probably my bedroom bawling my eyes out but how could I when I was born to be chased by men and not cry over them. My heart was aching. I was hurting. I was in pain. Have I expected too much? How could I have forgotten he lived for that bitch? He would do anything, pushing me down the cliff if need be for her sake. How could I have