A silhouette of something unknown grew long on the road. It is coming from the street corner they are going to make a turn. The shadow is going to their direction. There is no time to hide the kid and so Alpha Lachlan shoved her behind his back to instantly protect her.“Beta Mellow, prioritize to protect the kid. I'll handle the main attacks.” The sword is out of of its scabbard and the burning desire to annihilate everything her blood has turned into a newborn is growing strong. His grip on the handle of the sword is tight, ready to slice his enemy.X growled inside him showing his support and being a good back-up and help in the fight. Alpha Lachlan thanked his wolf for it. This is something they had agreed. To fight for the security and goodness for everyone. Protect the week. It is approaching them and his sword is ready to fight against whatever kind of newborn they are going to encounter tonight. “I'm scared!” Mira rushed to hug Alpha Lachlan's leg. She is crying, non-stop.
He felt the creepy cold vibe the moment the lady rested on his arms. Alpha Lachlan held her closer and tighter to him as his orbs stared at the strands of hair floating in the air. It is the same hair that suspended the lady above the ground. It remained floating.“These hairs are mere distraction,” he concluded. He sees that the trimmings that the wind failed to carry to the direction of his beta looked like a normal hair. He took a glimpse of his beta. “Beta—”His eyes grew wide and his sentence is cut midway, “What the fuck?! This situation has turned into a real shit!” Beta Mellow is like a statue; he could move his eyes and could certainly breathe, how ever the entirety of his body could not. One wrong move could harm him. Copying the outline of his body, the hair that the wind has blown to his direction awhile ago surrounded him; the longer strands are wrapped around his wrists.“This is getting fun, isn’t it?” Beta Mellow joked. Those hair trimmings are sharp like needles. “
His heart is pumping in an extraordinary beat. After winning a fight is another battle to face. The battle might not hurt him physically, but right before it even happened, he is emotionally shattered. Mind over emotion. Alpha Lachlan readied himself. He asked his wolf if he could find her location and X has willingly disagree. His wolf is against his plan. X simply do not want him to hurt the master of his mate. “What’s the point of telling me she is just nearby if you are not going to help me find her!” Alpha Lachlan reprimanded his wolf through their mental link.“Let’s find her manually,” he informed his beta. “X won’t cooperate with me,” he said in a gritted teeth.“I wanna bet why.” His beta does not want to insult nor hurt his feelings, but he did actually implied the truth. “He is my wolf. I am the master and my words are what are going to happen,” he said adamantly. X won’t stop him from getting the justice he wants for his pack. Until now his wolf could still not understa
Maridelle has returned to Hodor’s palace as silent as a feather floating on the air, gently going down to the ground. Nobody notices her arrival not until they found themselves gathered around a huge table filled with all the foods their tongue would desire. “You did great at the Caribulen,” Hodor praises her basing on the report that he had. “The newborn is completely different from the rest. I could feel the strong army of newborns and monsters that we are making.” It is clear on his face how glad she made him feel; and the evilness that surrounds his orbs is growing darker and darker each time he sees her doing exactly what he intended her to do.Maridelle did not respond. But she took a gulp from her goblet of blood, not minding the vampires around her. “Don’t be so rude,” Viller said in gritted teeth. “The king has praised you and there you are silent, looking bullshit!” He screamed to which Hodor reacted violently by hitting the table with his curled fist. “We are not going
Lying on her bed, Maridelle is slowly getting aware of being lost in her own decisions; drowning and suffocating. Not even a second when she decided to side with Hodor, did she think that her revenge will come to this far. She has hurt the innocent and killed those who became part of her life.“Fuck!” she hissed with her hands grabbing her own hair. To her, it is very frustrating and the fact that Christie's demise is because of her, builds regret that was unforseen.It is the loud consecutives knocks on her door that averted her attention. Maridelle did not long to face anyone at the moment, but Vamoire’s angry voice from the other side of the door telling her to come out has compelled her to move. Exhausted, she motioned towards the door, opened it and throw Vamoire a glaring look. “I need more of your blood,” Vamoire directly demanded; her arms are crossed against her chest. Hodor’s command is clear: Eliminate her. But before she would do it or anyone among them who despise her c
Breathing is fast and restless as Maridelle hurried to get her self out of the vicinity. Running on her mind are the possible options that she has thought to use to escape. Nevertheless, regardless of her efforts to choose the best option, she could not keep herself focused; her mind is occupied by her regrets and what ifs and everything that drags her soul down. “What’s wrong?” Hodor intercepted her. Her feet halted just before she almost bumped into Hodor. As what she deemed, he is probably going to see Vamoire. Beads of sweat are forming on her forehead. “You look anxious and”—Hodor runs his eyes from her head to toe and back—“and restless.” He stared at her quizzically.She swallowed a huge lump of saliva on her throat. “No-Nothing. It was that I am seething. Vamoire like always is mean plus I met the other two along the way,” she explained. “I am not anxious. I am angry.” She put emphasis on her words.“I see,” Hodor coldly replied; he never had a care about her. “How was your
They behold her wolf’s body, bloody after multiple stabs, falling into the ravine. There was a loud crashing and there they knew she had a great fall.“Ah, man! That was satisfyingly bloody!” Jek brutally commented, clapping his hands while is eyes sparkles in delight. Pure evil like everybody else. Viller, especially Vamoire, did not miss the chance to make Maridelle feel her last minutes a living hell. Maridelle fought with all her might, but a wolf against three brute vampires who had experienced the worst wars in their history, whose fighting skills are whetted in the toughest time, is nothing but a rag doll. Her training is not just enough to match their combined force. Vamoire eyed the ravine where Maridelle has fallen. Her eyes are imbued with satisfaction as she beholds the wolf lying unconscious at the bottom of the ravine; the desire to get even to what her blood has done to her was achieved. At last, she felt the ecstasy filling her veins; she longed for this for so long.
Without any hesitation nor letting the questions arise, Sebastian stood up, quitting his chair to rescue whoever he needs to; and that is Maridelle. While enduring the pain as he walks on the paths of the Altamonte pack, he is already thinking of the places he could possibly find Maridelle. Hodor has built numerous fortresses over the years and to narrow them down is his dilemma at the moment. Sebastian has been noticing the pain on his body and he knew very well that those aches does not belongs to him, but to Maridelle; it is their shared pain. “What happened to you?” Lily asked as she bumps into him. She was doing her routine to roam around and check everyone in the pack to see how they are, when she found Sebastian.“No-Nothing. I am perfectly fine,” he lied while removing his hand caressing the part of his body where the pain is. Sebastian haven’t told Lily about the pain. “Liar!” she boldly uttered in front of him, totally not minding who she is talking to. “I can’t see the n