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Alisha:“I don’t want this,” i pushed away the food, feeling resentment boil up more and more as the maid without a tongue looked pleadingly at me. “I said that I don’t want it! Leave me be!”It had been three days now and i counted every day slowly. I had not yet taken more than water m, as my appetite had been affected by everything going on.She gazed down at me with sympathy and fear, and she then pointed at my rounded belly.“What about it?” I asked her in a snappy tone. “Can you let me rest for a moment? I don’t have the energy to argue with you.”It had been the same song and dance we did every breakfast, lunch and dinner. She would bring in a tray of food, i would refuse it and only take water, and she would argue with me through her gestures and expressions. I was getting used to her mannerisms more and more, and could carry on a conversation with her easier than ever.“Look,” i sighed, not intending on giving in to her demands,, no matter how no e she was being. “This isn’t a

Alisha:I saw a small bowl of dirty water (likely for drinking) and began the task of cleaning the man up. Working in the pack clinic with Simon had taught me a lot about first aid, and more. I was glad to utilize the knowledge now to help this man. As I finished wiping his face and hands with a rag from my torn dress, I noticed he had a fever, and so used the rest of the water and the rag as a cold compress.Minutes turned to hours and I was glad as the fever broke, sweat beads forming on the man’s forehead.The night had become silent, with the guards leaving the cells, save for one that I heard snoring in the next room.I wrung the rag and began to wipe the sweat off the man’s forehead again, and as I did that I heard a gasp.I stiffened and whipped my head around to find a girl with hazel eyes gazing with shock at me. Her curly hair was tied up with a scarf, but a few strands stuck out from under it.“What…?” She asked in a breathy, whispery tone. “What are you doing?”I felt expos

AlishaWhat?I gaped at her, full of shock before I heard footsteps.A guard was coming once more. Panic flooded me.Mischa stood up and yelled the hood over her face without a word.“Think about it,” she said to me. “I want you to come with us, Alisha. You can’t stay here.”Then she left.Hours after she left, I was still in shock.Dear moon goddess, was this how my salvation would come? I prayed inwardly for what felt like forever, thinking of all the good and bad that could happen with this plan.If I joined them, I wanted things to work out. I needed to live, and to leave this place, for myself, and for my children.No matter what.The next time that Mischa came in, I accepted the offer, to her obvious joy.…“Alpha,” the sound of the guard greeting Sebastian was what made me look up from the spot I was squatted on. I stiffened upon seeing his eyes immediately meet mine as he walked in.“What do you want?” I all but spat at him, obviously not in the mood to deal with whatever he h

Alisha:“We have to keep going,” I said to Hilda, Mark and Mischa, as the forest was filled with red-orange hues from the setting sun.We had started off on a torturous pace, that even my legs became numb. On top of that, the first two days we pushed on without sleep and made sure we had put a lot of distance between us and the pack before we could finally rest.It had been three days since we escaped the Silver Moon Pack, and i felt free of the thoughts that the warriors could catch us. With how far we had gone, it would be nearly impossible for them to find us now.“We should make camp this evening, don’t you think?” Mark started to disagree with my idea.I pressed my hand against my large bump that was making it increasingly harder to move.“I think that the more distance we put between us and the Silver Moon Pack, the better,” I stated. “It’s only been three days since we left. The chances he’s out there looking for us, at least for ME, is very high. I want us to keep going.““I a

Alisha:The night was quiet and I enjoyed the feeling of being one of the only ones awake in the camp. Keenan was snoring beside me, in a separate sleeping bag, and I was facing the other side, watching over my two babies who were also fast asleep.I gently reached out and caressed Aria’s hair, which seemed to curl in on itself as I touched the soft strands.I didn’t realize that Keenan wasn’t snoring anymore until I heard him say, “You’re a good mother,” to me.I stiffened and turned to glance at him. He was sitting up on his sleeping bag and looked to be brooding for some reason.“Thanks,” I said in a low tone so as not to wake my children up. “I always hoped I would be one. I want them to have a good life.”“That’s what every parent wants for their children,” he huffed. “Unfortunately, not everyone gets to be there to see their kids grow up.”“I get the idea that you’re speaking from experience,” I remarked as gently as I could. He fell silent and our eyes met. It was then that rea