“Right,” Elijah clears his throat while masking his concerned reservation; trying to maintain his calm composure as an unbound worry weighs heavily throughout his voice, “-the pack is all ready and waiting to leave on my word. We’re just standing by while Marie mixes the last ingredients for the portals…” he confirms, “She can’t pinpoint where we’re going to land exactly, but she’s told us we’ll be there soon. So, stay put and promise me you won’t go after Sam until I get there, okay?”
“Okay,” I let out a sigh of relief; noticing the tainted reluctance embedded beneath, “-but please hurry. If we lose him, we lose the dagger. I can’t let Sam get away, Elijah. I just can’t. Not when Ash’s life depends on it…”
“I know, and he won’t. We’ll get him and make this right, I swear,” Elijah firmly promises, his words filled with commitment, “-but you need to wait. Moon Goddess knows what other tricks that mutt has up his sl
Good evening little wolves! Thank you for your patience - It's been a tough few days, COVID has managed to affect my family and to say worry has consumed,e has been an understatement. My mind has been elsewhere so I do apologise you have had to wait. Anyway, I can't believe we're almost at the end of book one! Do you think Willow made a wise choice persueing Sam on her own despite Elijah's warnings? Do you think Sam will get what he deserves, or will he escape? Let me know below! As always thank you and the next update will arrive next Sunday! P x
“Ow. What the-,” Sam splutters from the weighing pressure being pushed down against him, “What do you think you’re doing? Get the hell off of me, you stupid mutt-” he breathlessly spits in complaint while directing a hammering flurry of blunt kicks and torpedoing punches into my exposed torso; his fiery blows accompanied with every curse word held within his known vocabulary as if they were fuelling each of his attacks, screaming at me from the top of his lungs with nothing more than a burning hatred embedded deep within his tone before yelping in a strained huff, “I said get off of me.” “Do it now, Willow,” my wolf commands with authority, demand riddled within her urgent request while she clearly instructs, “-end him and this nightmare already. Show him no mercy. We both know he deserves a lot worse than what he’s abo
Paralyzed by the rolling current striking my back, I wince in pain as my muscles contract in violent spasms. Gasping sharply in gushing heaves, the unexpected shock successfully draws the remaining air held from within my lungs when I notice a persistent heat swelling inside of them as if they were fit to implode at any given second. Incapable of comprehending what is happening to me, I plant my feet heavily into the ground when the unceasing bolt of burning energy escapes from my forcefully opened mouth and attempts to drag me backwards with its unbound force. In awe and confusion, I watch through the glare of the dazzling light while the fierce sapphire beam of light oozes from my jaw and escapes in a voracious roar towards my trembling foe. With sweat-dampened fur, I surrender to the scorching heat that the power brings—succumbing to its presence and allowing the uninvited energy to bring my blood to an unnatural boil, defying all that I had ever known in the very process.
Those on the Earth fought a battle older than time itself, inciting a war for reasons unknown that were unfathomable beyond their comprehension. Mere years after their arrival, a disagreement broke out amongst the creatures that either basked in the light or festered in the darkness, unknowingly provoked by the old God's feud that had caused their very creation. Stood outside the gates of hell, the once peaceful world soon found itself locked in a vicious battle that would change the course of history for all that had unfortunately become involved. With the onslaught of carnage carefully hidden in the shadows away from the reach of innocent eyes, the infestation of opposing creatures fought against one another in a bid to seek sole control over the newly inhabited world they all sought to claim for their own—just as the divine creators had intended. In the earliest of days before the war had begun, the council of Gods watched in astonishment while they bared witness to Mother Nature g
My eyes feel heavy as they begin to open, adjusting to the unexpected grace of the sun’s warming rays after a long and dreary winters solstice. With eyelids gently fluttering, the serene noises resonating within the forestry help coax me out of my well-rested slumber as I awaken within the stirring camp. With the grounding scent of drying forestry filling my lungs, I take a moment to appreciate my pleasant awakening, embracing the crisp morning air of early spring. Noticing how refreshed I feel, a faint smile creeps upon my lips when I realise I had somehow gotten a peaceful night’s sleep—free from the tormenting night terrors that usually plagued my dreamworld, the ones that insisted on keeping me awake. Stretching out, I feel the uneven dirt beneath my back when I turn my head to watch the melting frost on a patch of nearby grass. Feeling my muscles unwind while basking under the sun’s radiant glow, I grasp at the earth beside me. Releasing a sigh of relief, I allow the dried soil
With all of us pitching in, we eventually finish the gruelling task given mere minutes to spare before our looming departure arrives. Red in the face, Fara holds a freshly skinned hare out while she glows with a bubbling pride—triumphantly showing off her efforts after begging us to let her get involved, appearing more than adamant about picking up the new skill. Handing her contribution over to Lillie for inspection, the youngster sits quietly on the moss-matted tree stump while swinging her legs—studying Lillie’s face curiously; awaiting the appraisal that was soon to shower down on her. With the afternoon meal prepared and packed away, Rose approaches us with a warm smile that brightens her ageing face—appearing grateful as she carries over our welcomed reward. As Ash hands over the carefully packed cooler, Rose thanks us in return before exchanging our hard work for a hacked wooden plank piled high with steaming chunks of meat. “I honestly have no idea what I’m goi
My head jerks to the side in a sharp sweep of frantic movement—petrified by the shadowy mass menacingly hovering beside me. Unable to blink while my bulging eyes adjust, I watch numbly in horror as I try to focus on the unknown figure while they take a further unwanted step in my direction. As they walk beneath the moonlight, a suppressed whimper hastily escapes my lips when I come to realise the insidious appearing entity is only Ash. Feeling comforted by the welcoming revelation, I exhale loudly and allow the withheld air to rush from my lungs. With my muscles untensing, I briefly take note of the troubled expression worn upon my sibling’s face as he looks down towards me with a paramount of concern. With his head tilted to the side, Ash stands in silence, appearing at an utter loss of what to do while I gently quake from the fleeting adrenaline leaving my system. Unable to fathom any words just yet, my eyes flicker upwards before locking on to the soothing abyss while I await the
As the snarling creature crashes into Lillie’s side with a thunderous force, her flailing paws lift away from the ground while she releases a shattering growl in retaliation. Wincing in pain, Lillie thrashes in revolt mid-air while she tries to free herself of the clawed hand that has clasped itself onto her rear leg. While her widening eyes drown in despair, Lillie’s body plummets towards the floor with a fierce velocity. Yelping in agony, Lillie hits the ground with a heavy slap while Fara’s hold loosens away from her sister's neck upon impact. Winded from the grotesque creature's unexpected blow, the youngster falls into a violent tumble. Unable to stop herself, Fara rolls away from the ravenous attacker when her head hits a protruding rock nestled within the ground; making her erupt into an agonised wail before curling up in terror. With no delay in hearing Lillie’s outcry, Ash firmly plants his paws into the ground beneath him—burying his nails deep into the dirt as he
Left to my demise as I grow colder, my body remains limp while my heart continues to flood blood towards my wound, leaving me to become a mere watcher within my own being. Attempting to scream, my lips fall short and fail me, barely capable of conjuring that of an attempted tremble. Lying motionless in despair, I think back to all that I have done in life and of that which I never will. Transforming into nothing more than a shell of my former self, I gradually slip away despite begging myself not to—slowly coming to the terms of the reality that I face, that this may very well be it for me. Struggling to take in a breath as the warm liquid continues to gather, my body convulses without restraint; jittering unnaturally when all that I can do is wait, wondering when the lights will eventually go out while a steady stream of blood trickles down my chin. With my mind racing, I can’t help but pay homage to the irony of it all—acknowledging the ultimate kick to the teeth as I await death