The meeting room where Stevan had gathered the all too familiar pack was filled to max capacity. "Hello, brother." The voice of their alpha spoke out, her voice tired and the expression she wore matched that of her pack, wary and riddled with guilt. "Hello, sister. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" I asked my voice plain and emotionless towards my twin. "I would like to speak with you in private to discuss why my pack and I are here." she said, her voice authoritative yet soft. I wanted to glare at her for her tone of voice but I held back and took a second glance at her pack. Warriors were on alert but were tired while the rest of her people looked tired and worn-out. "Fine but I should warn you that any insult about my pack will lead to consequences." I told her in a stern voice, watching as she nodded and got up to follow me stopping to motion a beta she-wolf to not follow and to keep watch over her pack. I did the same motion towards Stevan and the warriors from my pack
Hello Dear Reader, So sorry that April only got one update. So to make up for this May will be getting four updates! Anyways that's all and also I really like this feature.
I was dreaming. A dream that was a memory of a life that was blurry yet familiar. I was shifted, my fur white with a bit of kit fluff indicating that I was younger than that of a teenage fox shifter, and I was running through a forest, sunlight filtering through the many leaves of the elder oaks then all at once everything slowed as fox let out a loud warning yelp before the glint of silver caught my eye and I slid to a stop but the mud was to slick and soon enough the silver line of a hunter's trap hit my face, digging into my eyes forever blinding me as I fell into the darkness and awoke with a loud yelp. I shakily reached my fingers up to my face and felt the cold touch as I felt the faint scar left by the hunter's trap. I let out a sigh and whimpered in fright as I hugged my knees to my chest and felt warm tears fall from my eyes. I was too caught up in my moment of shock to hear the door open but was drawn out of it as my mate entered the room and approached me. Without
Once Anna left and my initial embarrassment died down, my mate and I left his room and made our way towards an area within the large house that was unknown to me. My mate sensed my unease and ran his hand down my back in a soothing manner. I eased but only for a moment as two scents, similar to my mates, filled my senses as we continued to approach the area. I became alert as soon as we approached the two scents, who were quietly arguing with one another but each word they said to one another, I heard. "Why did you come back Zaeith?" one of them asked, her voice old with age. "Because I needed help, mother. I didn't mean to..." the person known as Zaeith said but paused and although I couldn't see, I knew she was looking at my mate and I. "Brother." Zaieth said, her voice stern yet thoughtful. "Zaeith, how is your pack adjusting to their situation within the pack?" my mate asked his sister. His question confused me but my confusion was forgotten by Zaieth's answer, "Not as well as I
Hello Dear Readers, First off I'd like to say sorry about last month, I did not stay true to my promise. My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F
There are only a few things from my childhood that I remember and most of them weren't good. I can remember times when my mother and had left me home for a week, all by myself. I was three years old, barely old enough to make food for myself and I was just learning how to read and write. I remember that by the time my parents had gotten home from whatever short vacation they were on that I was starving, my ribs just barely poking through my pale skin. My fingernails had grown long over what felt like months but were only a week. I remember how they looked at me, disgust written on their faces as they looked at their starving three-year-old. They didn't even feed me when they got home instead they ignored me, only shooing me out of the kitchen so they could m
"Stars burn bright but the brighter they shine the faster they burn." ~LNF ------------------------------------------------------------‐-------- It was December when his parents abandoned him in the barren forest that was heavy with snow. A kit born with cloudy blue eyes, sightless but not deaf to the abandonment of his parents. He wailed when the quiet of the forest drowned him, the cold causing him to shiver and shy away in fear of the unknown, of the cold lifeless forest, but then there was warmth. Fur brushed against his frail, shivering, form. The scent was that of his older sibling, a person who was always there to comfort and protect him, a person who cared more for him than their parents ever did. "Oli, it'll be okay. We'll live in the forest, even though it might be hard we'll be able to live happily." His older sibling said, their voice steady and calm. He nodded at the thought of a happy life with his older sibling, a life without abandonment. "Okay, but only if I'm with
The snow was heavy the next day, it came down in troves covering the forest in a blanket if white. The two siblings were out of their hollow, hunting for whatever prey they could find. "I can't see anything," Kate said shaking the snow off of her fur. "Well now you know how I feel, but it is hard to hear. The snow is muffling everything." Oli replied and his sister nodded. "Let's go home for the day. We aren't going to find any prey in this snowfall." Kate said and watched as their brother nodded.As they moved through the snow, the winds began to blow harder, making it hard for Kate to see anything but white. She looked back at her brother and looked towards the trees there she saw a fallen log that was hollow on the inside. "Grab my tail and follow me!" Kate shouted to her brother, who followed the order and gently bit down on her tail. Together they made their way into the hollowed log and were relieved to find that it was warm. "We'll stay here for the night and make our way home t
Kate looked up, feeling intimidated by the tall, steep, and jagged cliffs that rose above her end and stretched for miles without an end in sight. She looked at her brother who was still a bit ruffled from his encounter with not one but two wolf-shifters. "Will we really be safe here?" He asked and Kate smiled, although he couldn't see it, before saying reassuringly, "We'll be sleeping in the quiet cavern. The only way in is the small crack that's just barely big enough for us. Wolves no matter their size wouldn't be able to fit in." Her brother only nodded before following a small stream that led to a crack in the great stone wall that was the cliffs. Kate followed suit and the two fox shifters settled into the quiet cavern. Kate watched as her brother fell into a deep slumber but as he fell asleep with ease she did not. Uneasiness settled into her fur, causing her to shiver as if the winter wind was blowing through her. She was silent as she stood up and walked toward the entrance o
Alex had woken up in a tent that was large and warm. He had shifted back into a wolf sometime during his sleep and looked over to see his beta Weaver sleeping as a wolf as well. The sun was just barely above the horizon as he nudged his beta awake. "Aye leave me alone. The sun ain't up so neither am I." Weaver said tiredly and received a harsh shove to his side. "Get up you lazy oaf." Alex said and Weaver slowly got up and stretched before asking, "We're going out to look for those two foxes?" Alex nodded and without another word the two wolves left the frozen meadow, venturing into the forest. Alex could smell the dead rabbit and with it, the two fox shifters who he had guessed were mated or at the very least siblings. He signaled to his beta and the two pushed past snow-covered ferns that revealed a clearing and with it the two foxes with their fur standing on end. The two foxes looked at him and his beta, neither pair of shifters daring to move, each sizing the other up. Alex took