“Since we are together now, dearest wolves of Fire and Moon, I don't want to change anything.” The bastard’s voice echoed in the arena, giving Sasha an unabashed goosebumps that sent the hair at the back of her neck standing. Whispers from different status of wolves began to flood and her own murmurs soon joined them. “However—” the Lord of Shadows emphasized, “There will only be a few changes to the pack’s status.” Alain looked at Apollo and Razel and the two immediately knew what to do. “Slaves will be on the right. Omegas on the left. The Betas and Healers will remain in the middle.” Marching in solemn pace from the two Beta’s loud commands, Sasha hid her frowned face—for the silver-edged whip they were holding would no doubt kiss her skin the moment she yielded such face. “You.” Alain pointed at her. “Bring her to me.” Sasha blinked, shocked at his unexpected demand. “Now,” he added with a fierce tone. Sasha walked towards him. And with eve
One by one, the Slaves and Omegas disappear to the dungeons below. They were silent like lambs being escorted by their shepherd back to their cage. And it includes Sasha, of course. He walked briskly towards them, fast and subtle when a hand shot at his left shoulder. Heavy and intimidating. “We should talk, Ansel.” Ansel growled with burning fury and flaming rage and sizzling anger. He could kill him by what he did to Sasha. He could whip him like how Cal used to do to him. But he remained calm, blocking his emotions from clouding his judgment. “So brave of you to call me candidly by my first name, Alpha.” Alpha. The title tastes sour in his tongue. No, not sour. Bitter. But Alain ignored his statement. Instead, he urged him to follow him beyond the tall green grasses. Fresh blood trickled in his leg when he shifted to face Alain. The grasses were still sharp like a hunter’s blade after all. “What is it?” “Cal is dead now.”
Sasha was never afraid of the dark before. But now that the Shadow Wolves are here… ‘I’m just lucky that the silver whip didn’t do as much harm as what that bastard Alain has done to my face!’ Her thoughts might have been the one that made her retire in the corner of the prison immediately. But it was actually to hide the still-fresh wound in her face even though the shadows can choke her to death in a minute. Good thing that Alain was not here in the dungeons. Yet. She listened to the still-noisy surroundings: Omegas punching the walls and Slaves crying until their throats break, pleading for mercy that three days is just too much. Too much to handle, too much to endure. “Then what are we going to do?!” one Omega shrieked with such disdain that Sasha thought was just overreacting. “We might as well die sleeping,” another said softly but with clarity. “At least we’re not punished under the sun like Cal used to do…” Others still hav
Day one has indeed already started as Sasha only bit her lower lip when her stomach rumbles. ‘I’m hungry…’ But that’s the only thing she can do. Whisper. And hope. And probably close her eyes again for another hour as the sun started its descent into the skies. The tangerine light that bathed the room did not wither her impatient-ness. Yes she’s eager for these freaking three days to pass immediately, but that would also mean that she will be back to her usual routine as a Slave of the Fire Moon Pack. Or probably not. “Isn’t that exciting?” Her brows furrowed at Annika, her fellow Slave that she just had a full conversation at the very moment. Most of the time Annika spent on watching the pig’s pen—and sleeping with them of course since no Slaves have their own quarters, they rarely talk to one another, apart from those tight nods they exchanged when they senses that Cal will whip or torment them again. “Alpha Alain said that we’ll no longer be Sla
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over the tranquil scene in the heart of the Fire Moon Pack. Nestled in the heart of the dense Verdean Forest where the Fire Moon Pack’s abode is just a few distance away, a dinner party was held. A party for only the privileged like Ansel, while the not-so-privileged remained accompanied by the darkness in the dungeons. Just like Sasha Forster. This night is indeed where a magical gathering happens, where nature's beauty intertwined with werewolf elegance. The clearing in the middle of the ground was adorned with tall, majestic trees, their outstretched branches creating a natural canopy that cast thick shadows upon the grassy floor. Ansel rubbed his bare soles, anxious despite the onyx suit he was wearing. “Don’t worry about her.” He immediately spun around, only to find it was just his bestfriend and now his right hand, Giro. “It’s just me, Alpha.” Alpha. The title
Surrounded by the embrace of nature's beauty and its elegance, the dinner party created a memory that would linger in the heart of Ansel Vaughn. That he is partying this night, not just the Beta Ansel every wolf of Fire Moon Pack knew, but as their new Alpha. ‘Alpha Ansel Vaughn.’ He tasted each letter in his tongue, licking his upper lip as he savored the wine. It was a night to be cherished, of course. A night where the world faded away, where all sufferings vanished temporarily. The simple joys of good company, delicious food, and the enchantment of a moonlit forest held sway. Every single thing is a fantasy to him. The moon illuminates high in the sky, casting a beautiful glow over the dense Verdean forest just beside where the Fire Moon Pack resided. “Gentlemen. Ladies…” Alpha Alain, who now recovered from his laughing maniac earlier painted a serious face in front of all the audience. “Ansel, come.” The Shadow Alpha bec
“What was she doing near the Wall? The wall that separates humans and werewolves?” Apollo, ever stoic, merely shrugged in response. “I don’t know either. But it’s not yet confirmed if it’s her.” The Beta swallowed, “It’s only a speculation.” “Why speculate at all?” The Alpha asked, putting a rather more ill-stricken face than a serious one. “Because Katharine is not in the Shadow Rose Pack’s fortress.” It was so simple to say, but its graveness bore deeper in his heart. Silence only spanned for a few seconds before Alain scanned the party and the forest as if looking for someone. “She’s here, I think. She might have followed me.” Alain doesn’t care if he sounds delusional. “How? The road is not safe, Alpha. Rogues are scattered everywhere, not to mention the Forest Dwellers that plagued these woods!” “Well thank the Moon Goddess that we are so very far from the lair of those shitful flesh-eating monsters.” “Ev
That she is Sasha for sure. But Ansel is already moving, mind-linking Giro to bring Klea. The traitorous bestfriend of Sasha, the reason why she was whipped by Cal on that day. “I’ve already called for my Beta to bring you one, Alpha, and to bring her immediately to you.” Now they are back to being formal. As if that brotherly talk a second ago never lasted for a moment. “It has been one of my greatest joys of the night to be witnessing you finally honoring the old traditions, Alpha Ansel.” “It is my pleasure to be serving you too, Alpha Alain. We’ve been looking forward to you taking interest in one of our women so that the relationship of our packs will be stronger.” “It is already pretty strong, boy.” Ansel’s awkward laugh made them turn away from each other, as if their formalities weren’t enough to let them vomit in the grass. A moment later, Giro brought forth the thrashing Klea, who was barely w