~Ezinne~ "Get up," Malik commanded, his voice still devoid of warmth. The annoyance in me faltered for a moment, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. But my body remained still, rooted in place by a blend of apprehension and curiosity. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Teaching,
~Ezinne~ After breakfast, Malik led me through the quiet corridors of his private quarters. He stopped before a door that had been locked since I came, hesitating slightly before pushing it open. Inside was a room steeped in the subtle musk of old wood and memories. "This was my mother's of
Malik raised an eyebrow at me, then he hesitated before he took the chair in front of me, picked up a game piece and examined it. "And which are you, Red? Opponent or ally?" His gaze lifted to mine, piercing and intense that had initially made me feel as if trying to unravel the very fabric of my be
~Ezinne~ A jubilant cheer erupted from the sidelines as my arrow embedded itself into the centre of the archery board with a solid thud. The shouts of the warriors rolled into a chorus of laughter that rose into a cloud-filled sky. Soren's shoulders quivered with soundless laughter as he ran
~Ezinne~ With a thoughtful smile, I reached for another arrow from my quiver. I knew Malik was a better archer than I was, but this contest was more about wit than prowess. I had come here prepared not to be too surprised by whatever question he threw at me. Now, I was given a rare opportunity to
"Alright, your question," I prompted, eager to shift the focus. Malik hesitated for a moment; his gaze intense. "There’s a story about you... about your time in your former pack. They say you killed your co-wife's pup. Is there any truth to that?" The question caught me off guard. My grip
~Ezinne~ A burnt orange sunset bled across scattered summer rain clouds as I began my walk into the garden. After yesterday's escapade, Malik had vanished as if swallowed by the earth, and I couldn't help but blame myself for it, even though his actions hurt me. Maybe I wasn't the one to coax
"Malik," I whispered, somewhat breathless. "What are you doing here?" The memory of his harsh shove the day before flashed vividly in my mind, igniting a swarm of butterflies that fluttered chaotically in my stomach. I had sworn to hate him forever, but the sight of him still tied knots in my stom