Duncan's povDuncan wondered what was happening to him. For the first time, his primal wolf kept telling him to trust Erin. It was persistent that he was mistaken, but hem remained steadfast in his refusal to heed to the fact Erin might be innocent, not entirely innocent, but not as eveil as he thought she is. His mind came back to his father who had just called him. “Why is dad suddenly decided on going to war with the vampires?” He thought as he entered the chamber.“Finally you are here. You made me wait for a while," Alpha Mirthon said. “Sorry for the inconvieniences I might have caused but father, why am I being summoned?” Duncan ask, pretending not to know. Of course he has to or else, that maid will be in trouble.“We are going to war, son” He announced, his voice evident that he is determined to carry out what he just said.Duncan’s bro furrowed in confusion as he process his father ‘s words once again, hoping his father will say it is a prank but his ffather is not the kin
The absence of the one she had trusted most only deepened the sense of betrayal and left her trying to make sense of the harsh reality of the war that now raged within the very walls of her kingdom.Her world shattered as she witnessed the horrific scene unfolding before her eyes. “Mother, Father, Amelia!” She called their names, running to through the chaos in search of her family. She goes into battle with the werewolves and saw Emyrn.“What? You are here? Where is Amelia?” She asked.“Fighting on the other side,” Emryn said as he took down the wolves with his magic powers.“Hold them in as much as possible…let me check up on my parents," she said running to her parents chamber.The sight of the caramel-skinned witch she had seen at Duncan's pack, bewitching Lara through the mirror that night terrified her. Erin's heart sank when her eyes fell to the witch’s hand gripping the dagger that had pierced her father’s heart, sending waves of anguish coursing through her. She screamed i
Duncan carried Erin in his arms, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He got into their room and dropped her on the bed, planting a kiss on her forehead. "We are finally married, my love!" she beamed, clasping her hands around his neck."It feels too good to be true," he murmured, gazing into her eyes. "I kept thinking I would wake up and find it was all a dream.""Well, this is no dream," Erin replied, kissing him softly. "We are husband and wife at long last. We no longer have to hide to see each other.”Duncan furrowed his forehead as sadness washed over him. “What is wrong?” Erin questioned with concern. “I am sorry that I told my father I didn't know you when you were captured. I am sorry for thinking you killed my pack members and I am so sorry I let them throw you in the dungeon. I did it to protect you and I,” Duncan explained. “I-”Erin's touch lingered softly on Duncan's lips, a silent reassurance of her understanding and acceptance. "No more words, my dear,"
"Chin up, chest out, and eyes forward!" Her mother held her head, preparing her for a Mark and Erin time. "We don't want him thinking you're not woman enough to be his wife."Erin resisted the roll of her eyes and listened to her Yap about womanly duties. "You know how much your father wants this and it'll upset him to see you're trying to drive Mark away." She explained.The girl sighed, slouching a bit and looking down at the dining table. "Mother, why can't I just be myself and maybe, just maybe-""No maybes in the Grendel's family, it's either a yes or a no. No in-betweens." She held her head once again and raised it. "Chest out."Erin complied, sitting like a robot."We've had some closure already and he loves me… Do I still need to act perfect, you know this is not me… I crave dominance, I am the Faberge's protector and-""Hush!" The queen pressed her index finger to her cherry-red lips and threw a furtive glance around the dining room before pulling her finger away. "No one m
The play was over, and Mark insisted they walked halfway home since she enjoyed long walks. The wind blew, gently caressing Erin's open chest and frolicking with the strands of hair that lay lazily on her forehead. The almost full moon shined down on the Nebramos kingdom, giving light to the walkers who lingered on the streets. Erin swept her gazes over the stone houses they walked past and noticed how everyone bowed down to greet both of them. Guards trailed behind the two with hard jawlines enough to break through bricks. "Blood Bag for your thoughts?" His voice drove the silence away, and she looked to the side, taking in his greek-god features."I heard shadow emperors are very powerful and capable of reading thoughts. Why don't you tell me what's on my mind?" Erin arched a brow, twitching her lips into a teasing smile that stretched her button nose, making it appear wider. "Hmm…" Mark glimpsed at her face and returned his eyes forward. "You're just soaking in the moment and… I
Duncan MirthornThe siren went off, almost rendering the villagers deaf as it resonated through the air and alerted them of some danger. They soon began to latch their doors and windows to keep themselves and their families safe.The hair on his nape stood like they were being propelled by a magnetic force, one that caused goosebumps to devour the entire skin of his arms and he glanced up from his smartphone, staring into nothingness as his throat slowly turned into a desert.There's an intruder. His wolf alerted him and he sprang up to his feet, squinting his eyes down the hilltop in an attempt to get sight of what was happening. From afar, he made out a tiny figure running into the forest and weaving through tall trees and thick bushes. Behind the figure were angry wolves who would stop at nothing to rip this person into pieces. The wind slapped Duncan right in the face, carrying a strong smell of blood, a different kind that wasn't meant to be found anywhere near the Kresdian kin
Erin NightwindOn a night like this, it was expected of the town to be filled with serenity and quietude but when the ear-splitting scream of a young girl tore the veil of silence, her eyes snapped open from her slumber and her senses heightened. She sniffed the air in her bat form, hanging upside down her favorite cave as she unfolded her flexible thin membrane and launched into the air, flapping her wings in the direction of where she heard the terrifying screams. The wind rushed into her lungs, carrying a smell of mischief and-was that lust? She grunted in distaste and disappointment at the love birds she could sniff from afar, she thought a poor girl was in danger.Glancing up for the time, there was a red display of numbers in digital form amidst the celestial occupants of the blue sky–It was seven fifty pm, she still had time to surf around before their royal family movie time. Her eyes rolled skyward and she settled on a tree, taking the position of a wise owl by observing the
Erin drifted her gaze to the hand around her ankle and grunted, rapidly risking a glance at the approaching wolves-they seemed like a battalion of armies racing into a battlefield and her heartbeat sped even faster than them. She needed to transform into her shroud so she could flee the territory. The sharp pain in her ankle brought her attention back to the naked man clasping her ankle with all his might. "Let go of me, bastard!" She snapped, throwing a kick in the air to free herself from his shackle-like hold, but he didn't budge. Instead, he growled, his eyes rapidly turning into two peas of midnight blue, burning with hatred. Hair slowly germinated on his skin, and his fingers turned to claws, sinking into her flesh, causing immense pain to her body-she shrieked, vibrating and taking in shaky breathsErin used her free leg to kick him in the face, and once he released her ankle and fell on his back, she spun. With pain crippling her left leg, she transformed into a bat and atte