"Now, wizard, shall we proceed?" Ash asks with a laugh "Of course." He replies, also chuckling. I hope you're not going to start calling me that though. Like Ivar said before, I looked too young to be addressed as such. Jokes apart though. I really do not want to be addressed as a wizard. I still prefer my given name. Besides we don't want to announce this to the whole world do we?He's smiling as he talks but it's obvious from his tone of voice that he meant what he said. Aside from that, he made a valid point. It would be unwise for us to allow our enemies to discover this early that we have someone as powerful as an ancient wizard backing us up. "You're right." Ash agrees, nodding in understanding."Okay, so you said you already know what Lily's essence smells like.""Yes... Even though I can't smell her right now, I still remember it from the last time. It's Jasmine– with some tantalizing herby notes to it.""Aww..." Ash says. Her face lit up with excitement, obviously happy abo
While Eric and his mate kiss the hell out of each other, my eyes are on my mate who is currently watching the couple, smiling proudly and happily as if they're her greatest achievement. We're just seeing each other after two longest and loneliest months of my life but here she is with her wall down, ignoring and treating me like I don't fucking exist! And over what exactly!?...Okay! Fine! Agreed! I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated her the way I did when I came in. I would never have treated her that way if she hadn't provoked me to anger anyway. Shouldn't she have understood that my action was driven by my emotions!?How did she expect me to react to the way she disappeared with no word but a text that explained nothing!? How did she expect me to react when I called and she not only ignored my call but also switched off her phone? How did she expect me to react to the way she ran and hid instead of welcoming me when she realized I was in town looking for her? How did she expect
I open my mouth to talk but Lily interrupts before I have the chance to get any word out."No, Alpha. You got it all wrong. She didn't contact me. It was me that contacted her. I brought her to me without her knowledge." I look away from Ash to her in confusion."I don't understand," I say. She turns away from me to Eric instead and starts to explain further. "You remember how the ritual of separating a wolf from its human body is done right?..." She asks."Of course," he replies with a nod.She also nods before continuing "I was in Africa when I noticed the position of the moon. It was unexpected because I wasn't watching out for it. I had my mind pinned on the following month you see, so I had to urgently flash back home because...""The blue moon. It came out earlier than expected this time?" Eric interjects."Yes, yes, it did!" She replies, breathing with relief that shows she is glad he remembers and corroborates her words.I must have looked confused since Eric turns to me j
I hate daytime. The rise of the sun which usually brings some level of joy to others has only brought sadness to me. My suffering would usually begin with back-breaking chores as the sun rises and would go on and on while getting physically abused in the process, till late in the evening when most pack members finally retire to bed. What makes it worse is that my body is not strong enough to withstand the magnitude of pain they inflict on me, and I don't heal as fast as a normal werewolf should. I feel the impact of every blow and kick they rained on me more than I would have felt if I had gotten my wolf. I'm not a normal werewolf you see. I'm a very late bloomer. Normally, the shifting age for werewolves is fifteen years. Sixteen for late bloomers. When I didn't shift at even seventeen years, I became the omega freak who is the butt of every joke. The stress reliever for every frustrated and the punching bag for every aggressive pack member, most especially those that called themse
After the Alpha, Luna, and Beta, the Gamma wolves are the next in command in a pack's chain of command. They are the supreme protectors of a pack which puts them among the high-ranking and most respected officials of a pack. No wonder all the shifters inside the dining hall had shock written all over their faces when I didn't rush to do as the Gamma chief had commanded. They thought I'd gone crazy for having the guts to disobey a high-ranking officer of the packI squat in front of Martha's chair instead and look into her eyes that has tears in them. Martha is not a shifter. She's human, yet she treats me better than my own kind. As if she's my mother."I told you I'll make the coffee, Martha. You could have hurt yourself! You didn't even have your walking stick with you, what if you fall and break another bone?""I'm sorry child. I just wanted to help. When I saw you were already behind schedule... I - I was trying to help so you wouldn't get punished, instead, I made it worse... I
Even though my sense of hearing isn't that great, I stand still in the middle of the woods, listening with my head tilted to one side... but all I hear is silence! I become worried then since I know there's nothing like a silent night in these woods that I've been walking to and from the pack house for the past two years.It is simply not right. The night air is supposed to be dominated by the sounds of crickets and frogs. The sounds of owls that hoot every so often in the distance. The sounds of the wind that relieves the humid heat and rustle the trees, and also the occasional high-pitched howls made by amorous foxes.I feel cold chilling sensations and goosebumps all over my body as I resume walking– hurriedly this time.The only sound I can hear right now is the sound of my footsteps crunching over twigs and dead leaves and it's creeping me out. I stop walking yet again when it feels as if I'm being watched, turning around to see if there is somebody behind me but no one. 'I must
Today promises to be a beautiful day. This morning is unlike any other I've woken up to see in the past eighteen years. I open my eyes to the sound of my alarm at 5 a.m and I couldn't stop my usually grim face from splitting into a huge grin. Gone are the days I would sleep and wish I never wake upEven though my room is a windowless small space under the stairwell that I shared with the brooms, mops, and buckets. Right on my foldable and narrow cot bed, I imagine myself looking out of my imaginary window, inhaling the air to smell the neighbor's blooming flowers while listening to the birds sings their joyful song. I can't wait to tell Martha my good news when I get to work.It's less than a week to my eighteenth birthday and I finally, finally shifted after waiting for so long. Yeah, I'm still happy and optimistic even though I shifted to something that looks more like a monster than a wolf. It was lurking in a corner somewhere inside of me, waiting for the perfect opportunity to le
Thor's POV"Thor, your father is on the line for you." Eric, my best friend and assistant said. I look up from the vegetables and pieces of fruit I was adding to the blender to see him walk towards me with a phone in hand.I ignore the phone and continue with what I'm doing"You can tell Vlad, The Impaler, I'm not home or he could go fuck himself, I don't give a shit either way!" I coldly reply. I'm about to add another vegetable to the smoothie I'm making when I hear my old man's angry voice blaring out of the phone's speaker. My hand freezes midair over the blender with the kale I'm about to put in it"You scoundrel, son of a gun!... 'Vlad, The Impaler!?' Really!?... I might not be the best father in the world but I am still your father, stupid and I hope you've not forgotten that!?... I expect you back home in California by tomorrow evening! And when I say tomorrow evening, I mean tomorrow evening Thor! This is the last time I will be asking you so don't force my hand into doing