111 BAViller is currently walking on the road only the past travellers know where it leads. On his hand are a round stone that he keeps tossing in the air. His forehead is problematically creased. Around him are the serenity offered by the ocean on the other side of the road and on the other side is the relaxing peace given by the forest. But it did nothing to calm him.“That is not going to help, you know,” Jek commented. He is with Viller the whole time. From the time Hodor almost killed them for not making progress with their search for Maridelle and the rest of them until their failure at Hilwood. The stone has stopped bouncing on top of his palm. If only it could talk, it would complain how hard it is held, so hard that it is almost getting pulvurized. “Fuck!” Viller shouted frustratedly as he hurled the stone to far away distance. “We had them right into our teritory! This is all Vamoire’s fault. If she was not that careless with them, King Hodor won’t get angry. I should be a

113 BAFace to face with her own self in the mirror, Maridelle wiped the remaining tears on her bleak cheeks. She has been crying for minutes regardless the times she reprimanded herself not to do so; no matter how many times she would remind herself that shedding tears is useless. Hodor had given her a private room just in time the tears she has been holding back streamed down her visage. She got a feeling that Hodor does not believe her reasons, but she thanked the uncertainty that Hodor has let go of the grip and gave her what she has demanded. “This is the last I am going to cry because of you Lachlan.” The salutation is gone. She will no longer call her Alpha, the insignia of respect given to the pack leaders; but he does not deserves to be respected. Maridelle has thoroughly dried her cheeks and summoned for glee to embrace her glum orbs. She turned her back to the mirror. Her feet are advancing to the bed. Her body longed to rest; sprawl her limbs over the bed, closed her e

To their amazement, the monster grew gigantic right in front of their eyes. It is still growing that it had broken its cage; the other monsters had been quiet as it continues to grow almost stuffing the entire laboratory with its body. Even its fellow felt his domineering power. It snarled and its hands are spread across the area. Saliva is drooling prolifically on its huge teeth. Its sinewy legs and arms had tripled by the time it had stopped growing. Its eyes are red and are out of proportion compared to the other part of its body. Maridelle flinched. She did not expect the feind, as she calls it, to be that frigthening; a monster as a title does not suits the being in front of her anymore. It is not what she had expected but it is what she wanted. Still, the being before her eyes seemed not to acknowledge the entity that has made it superior than the rest Vamoire has created. Maridelle draw back in fear with her hands and feet moving backward as she is still on the ground. The mo

His heart jumped in delight the instant Lily has delivered the great news, but it puzzled Sebastian why he can’t fully feel she is happy. Lily has been giving him anxiety and suspense. “Where are we going?” Sebastian asked as he tried to overtake her. Lily did not tell him where and how they found Maridelle, but instead she strolled back to the direction she came from. Sebastian followed her steps confused. “There is something you need to know and it is terrible.” Lily made a turn near a tent. Her steps hastening to get through the crowd.Altamonte packhouse is located at the foot of the mountain. Though, the wolves in the pack embrace modernization, a mountain is still the best pick for them to run the pack; to live as a whole. And during nighttime, it is customary to see embers floating away from the bonfires around temporary tents. He tried to guess what it could be. Among the possibilities that visited his mind is that Maridelle could be in danger under the hands of Hodor. But

She seemed to take the thrill into a higher level. By now Maridelle knew her newly built connection with Hodor has spread. Sebastian did not saw her shadow nor even a glimpse of her, but he knew exactly how to make her come to them.He headed to the prison cell Alpha Lachlan is being detained. He have a plan on his mind and he puts a big chunk of his trust in it. Good thing is he have an unlimited and unrestricted access to him.“Weakling,” he said in his normal pitch as the he opened the door. He tosses a huge lemon on his right hand.Welcoming him is his miserable state. His wounds are left uncared and his bodyis frail.Alpha Lachlan held his gaze low on the traces of his blood pattering right under him. Cruel, that is how he describes what they had done to him. Altamonte pack has completely stripped his title off him. He was never treated as an Alpha; and he wholeheartedly accepts it. He raised his head momentarily to see who just came in. “Sebastian…” he uttered in a low and str