Freya walked into The Phoenix bar. She was granted entry because she had her ID.She had made one on one of her visits to the human realm, while on a tour.Her eyes scanned the environment, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone that seemed to have a fir to their skin.She also made her nose more open in a bid to perceive the scent of any werewolf.Lucien had seen her go in. He thought it was Nova, whom he had related with the other day and he had gone after her, hoping to get closer to her.Watching her go in alone, he had been surprised how she was able to bypass the security."She wasn't granted entry days ago when she came, why did they let her in now. She should still be a few days underage" he thought while following her closely behind.Freya was on her third trip around the tables as she picked up the scents of people she saw.She felt a hand grab her. She followed, thinking it was one of her fellow werewolves who has followed her as a backup but when she saw an unfamiliar face, sh
But then, she sensed the haughty shadow behind her. The shadow seemed to carry an unfamiliar scent.Her senses were heightened as she found out she was being followed along the deserted bush.She could hear the echo of footsteps, it rang in her ears that were fast picking up any sounds coming from her surroundings.The stores were irregular and had been crafted to synchronize with hers so she wouldn't notice as the person might have found out what she was, she thought.Glancing over her shoulder casually with a face bearing untold disgusts from the suspicion, caught glimpses of a shadow darting from one alley to another behind her.She increased her pace, subtly but swiftly without alerting her follower and in the twinkle of an eye, she seemed to have disappeared.Lucien stood in the middle of the path, lost as to where she could have disappeared to, but also curious as to her rank in the werewolf world to possess such finely trained skills.It was no doubt that werewolves we're good
The evening had progressed.The sky transitioned from hues of orange and pink to deeper shades of blue and purple as night descended. The world around gradually succumbed to darkness. Amidst this transition, the moon began to make its presence known. At first, a faint sliver appeared in the sky, barely visible against the darkening backdrop. As minutes passed, the moon climbed higher, its glow intensifying with each passing moment. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky, occasionally veiling the moon's radiance until it was completely out, shining bright from the sky where it was. Nova watched as it unfolded. It was the least she could do from the cage she was in under the moon.She had seen a full moon before, but something in her told her that this one was different.Drifting from her thoughts, she recalled that it was supposed to be her birthday.It was the day she would turn Eighteen. An adult. But here she was in a cage.She had no friends to celebrate it with,but on other days,
Nova was losing herself. Her wolf form was intermittently switching places with her human self, and each time she turned into a wolf, she always felt pains and the desire to kill and prey on fresh meat.She wasn't used to it. She was used to living like a human with her grandmother, consuming beetroots, herbs and some other human food. But the skin her body desired was making her antagonized and crazy.She found a tree and sat under it.She transformed to a werewolf again. She let out a howl. Then she switched to a human again. She could not control herself. She could not control what she turned into.She saw a deer from a corner. She bit her lips, licking it. Then she turned to a werewolf but let out a howl which sent the terrified deer running away for it's life.She turned back to a human. Her human form did not desire fresh meat, and she was thankful she could occasionally still turn into a human. She couldn't imagine herself feeding on the body of a live deer.Still thinking to
Freya saw the the symbol on her sister's shoulder.It was glowing in the darkness but wasn't consistent.It went in and off and one couldn't see it unless they came closer to where she sat.It was the Prophesy's mark.Whoever had it was one with the lunar moon and Oracle. Whoever had it was meant to become the most powerful werewolf. It came by once in a thousand years, and was very very rare to find the chosen seed that had it.There it was with her sister. There was the crescent moon symbol on her shoulder. She was the chosen one, she was born under the eclipsing moon.She clenched her fists and stopped midway."Do you want to kill me still?" Nova asked her.She found it weird that she could read her thoughts without any difficulties.It was always hard for her to read her grandmother's, nor that of the man with the crimson eyes she had seen that night.Watching her sister lost in thoughts, she was always quick to grasp whatever it was she said to herself.Freya looked at her with p
Damien scrutinized the unconscious body that Freya dropped in the middle of the Oracle's shrine.The other werewolves had gathered, all surprised at how quickly she returned from finding the mate of the Alpha Heir.Did she perhaps know him all along, they hushed within themselves."Why does she have bruises all over her body?" He inquired." It appeared that she had been in an altercation with someone before she wolfed out,...... my alpha" she added,, sensing the eyes she was cast by the others who felt her short response insulting to the heir, when she was an omega." I found her in the bushes when she was trying to escape, and brought her in" she added for all that cared to listen.One of the elders walked up to where Nova's body lay. A few females followed him with woven baskets in their hands.He began to apply ointments and balms on her body to treat the stab wounds."Does she give off any scent?" Damien uttered."No my heir, I cannot pick up any scents from her body"" How do w
The buildings of the Johnson's Pack were not difficult for Freya to locate.Inshort they had seemed easy, walking farther into the north forest and their tall ball house would be seen.Stories abound about them, stories that were often told with terror about their cruelty and ruthlessness, and about how their King killed all and any that trespassed his land.She walked up to the entrance that were covered with leaves.A werewolf stepped forward to inquire whom she was and what she had come for.She said nothing but instead brought out a flag from the sides of her dress and showed him.He wasted no time and let her in almost immediately.He beckoned unto another guard to take over his position and he led Freya to the tavern where the other werewolves that had high ranks were gathered.When the door opened, her nostrils were greeted with smells of alcohol and other hot drinks.She noticed some women who were dressed seductively, running around and serving drinks to the men that sat seat
"She is an omega, I could pick that scent off her body"Damien's eyes hardened." Why must she be an omega" he asked no one in particular." Why did the Oracle's mouthpiece prophecy such for my mate. I can't accept an omega as my mate. What aid can she offer me in war" he continued lamenting." My Alpha, I found it strange but when I cleaned her face to apply ointments on them, I noticed that she looked way familiar. She shares an uncanny resemblance to Freya"" Freya?" He voiced." Yes she, but when I checked for familiar traits or scent, I found none. She only shares a facial resemblance to Freya but she does not have any symbols or scents that are familiar to that of Freya's" he finished.Damien stormed out of his lair and continued walking straight to the Luna's enclave, Nova had been taken to." She looks like Freya, I couldn't believe it when I saw her face" a woman went at the front of the enclave." Perhaps Freya was meant to be the mate of the Alpha heir but because she was a