Oblivion A Matter Of Honor Novels & Stories

"Gold can be earned. What cannot be bought, what cannot be built... is loyalty." He looked at the servants who had sat with him in the sun during the Vigil. He looked at the guards who had fought in the tournament. "I have seen loyalty in this courtyard that shames the legends of old. I have seen strength in the hands that scrub floors, and honor in the hearts of those who have been forgotten." Oreon’s gaze drifted to the side of the stage, where Abram stood in the darkness, his face an unreadable visage of polite interest. Oreon’s jaw tightened, but he moved on.

"I may be old, but I am still the former Luna of this pack. My word still carries weight, especially with the elders who remember when I ruled alongside my mate." She wiped away my tears with her thumbs. "You must promise me something, Olivia. Promise you won't take matters into your own hands. Let me handle Victoria." I hesitated, the thirst for revenge still burning in my veins. "Promise me," she insisted. "I cannot bear to lose you too." "I promise," I whispered finally. Matriarch Evelyn nodded, satisfied. "My grandson has proven himself unworthy of you. After years of neglect, after choosing that woman over his own mate and child, he has forfeited any right to your loyalty."

I looked up, all my senses at alert as I surveyed the landscape, there was a hint of unsettling within my heart like a fear of loss, but I am surely not backing down, the only sound I could hear, the only thing I could think of was vengeance, revenge. I wasn't always like this, I wasn't always the hardened relentless girl, consumed with desire for revenge. I was once the cherished daughter, the pride and happiness of the moonlight pack. My father Alpha Desmond was a strong and passionate leader, respected by many within and outside our pack. My mother Luna Helen was the heart and soul of our pack, so loving and caring, always seeing to the affairs of the women and children. I was their only