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Chapter One-Seventeen: And I
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My body prowls low on the ground, I say mine, but truthfully it does not feel like my own. There is a slight pain in my joints that one typically associates with old age, a whiteness on my fur, and warmth on my paws. I am in the forest, whereas seconds ago, I was in a car. The body holds memories I cannot account for. I have never been in a body that was not my own or Markos, yet as if I am seeing the future; I have no control over this as well. A low growl startles the body to hyper-alertness, causing its vision to spin from corner to corner until, finally, two wolves reveal themselves. Ketrian warriors. The body realises with dread that creeps in. ‘Where is the Queen?’ One of them, the grey one, asks while the other snarls with open hostility. The body snarls back; something in it does not or rather cannot answer. I feel their sense of loyalty towards their pack and alpha, even if they do not understand the fullness of the actions they commit. ‘We need her more; we are losin
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Marko’s gaze turned left to right before confirming that the question was meant for him. “They-” He began, confused by the sense of authority she held over him. “They are not your people! Red Graw is not where you belong!” He uttered. Had his mark been replaced? Had he failed to catch her in the nick of time that she would refer to them as ‘her’ people? “Not where I belong.” She repeated with a light laugh that seemed to echo in the open space. “A thousand lifetimes, and my moon has still not learned to love or control his temper.” Her words filled him with a sense of melancholy that he could not place. “Every wolf kind is my own.” She uttered before stretching her hand, palm upwards. A light shot from her palm that pierced the smoke clouds filling the sky. Within seconds, the light widened, covering everything before it vanished, and the sky remained clear for a few moments before dark clouds followed at high momentum. The glowing Alba stepped down from the podium with r
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His mouth moved, but nothing came. She had said once that he reminded her of Red Graw or something along those lines, but…surely things were different between them. He genuinely loved her; unlike those examples the fragment gave. As if sensing his hesitation, she continued. “I do this hurtful thing to you because I love you…because I want to protect you because you cannot do this on your own because you need me to think for you, to save you. Because you are not capable. Because you are weak. Because I Love you. Because I love you. Because…I love you.” She uttered in the silence that followed, leaving him, for the first time in his life, speechless. His mind racked hastily to find words that would defend him. “I would never hurt Alba in the way the Alpha did.” He uttered. “I would never justify violence against her or leave marks on her.” “Mm…you would never hurt her. You would never leave marks on her.” She repeated. “Why not say you would never hit her or leave visible ma
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The speeches went on as protocol dictated, and despite the sombre nature of the events, I could still see a sea of people curiously awaiting my turn as if they could ask questions like in a conference. This is not my first time speaking publicly, but perhaps due to my inability to answer the question of what keeps me in Ketria, they are more than curious about my speech now that people have actually died in my name. Or perhaps I am over-reading this. Either way, I hate this. I…do not think I am worth thirty-six or thirty-eight lives; I do not think anyone is. To add to that, I have no formal plans to be their queen, but this is hardly the time or place to confirm or deny that. But honestly, I must hint; otherwise, it will feel like a betrayal when I finally find a decent excuse to leave Ketria. “I welcome Alba Crane as the representative of the temple of Ketria to offer some words of comfort.” I almost wink at Mother Magdalene for her smooth introduction of me as ‘High Priestes
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