Sad and maybe annoying chapter here! The Lycans are brutal! Isla is definitely never going to forget this. Let’s see what happens next. Lol… See yA!
{Isla’s POV}For the first time in my life, running felt hard. My legs felt heavy but my heart was heavier. It felt like..Cayden occasionally inched to my side to prompt me to keep running as it was obvious that I didn’t want to. I didn’t see the reason anymore.I felt like stopping and crying or dying— or both. I needed freedom from this pain, this guilt that was building up in my chest, knowing that I ran away from my duty, knowing that I sacrificed a whole pack for my escape.As a result of my sluggishness and staggering, some of the Lycans caught up to us. Cayden had to lose the Lycans in the woods and take me into hiding so the Lycans wouldn’t spot us and surround us— as their numbers was nothing we could face.— Well, he could face. I was going to fight even if it was the devil that wanted to kill me. I felt bruised emotionally and it made breathing seem pointless.We were currently cached inside a thick bush patch and while Cayden was on the lookout, I was busy tearing out. I
{Isla’s POV}The journey back to the palace wasn’t a friendly one. I had grown tired, hungry, and cold and had still gotten nowhere near my destination.A part of me wanted to return to Zitumi’s Pack and see if I could make recompense but I had promised myself not to stop along the way. Besides, going there might just strike me with a heartbreak I wouldn’t be able to bear. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I saw their dead and wasted bodies. So I made another difficult decision and forced myself to continue on my way. A lot weighed on my mind as I went. A lot like…Andrea and Emkay… and the rest. Where would they be? Could they have returned to the Palace? Or were they still lost in a war I was oblivious to?That last part scared me to my spine, and I really hoped it wasn’t the case.There was a lot I felt guilty for.I also wondered if Lily was okay and if her father, the Praised Brother working for Lycans, was still alive.It would scourge me if I found out he was killed
{Isla’s POV}My smile was made to vanish when the claws of the Rogue before me wiped it off and replaced it with blood.My blood.I stumbled away a bit— mostly due to shock and not the force of the blow but then the Rogues misunderstood my movements as two others rushed to grab my hands, seizing me to a standstill.The one that had bashed me stepped closer to me. He looked like their leader.“Are you insane, Rogue?” He asked me, glaring at me from my head, down. None of them recognized who I was. I must really look like shit!I stared between all of them before me. None of them looked familiar. They had dirt all over them and didn’t look anything like the Rogues I had seen over at the Lycan Hold. These were just regular Rogues.“You don’t speak?!” The Rogue leader gripped my jaw roughly and in the process. gripped the gaping wound on my cheek. The sting shot through me in hurtful waves and I couldn’t tolerate it anymore.I forced out one of my hands that was clasped behind my back by
{Isla’s POV}We looked like a wave of weary refugees as we trudged towards the Palace gates. The guards had seen us and the alarm on their faces was very visible. They panicked and communicated that the alarm should be sounded. I suddenly felt like it would be too much drama alerting the whole Palace forces in vain— even though it would be fun to watch. So I turned to the Rogues trailing behind me.“Halt!” I yelled. “Stop and wait here until I tell you to come.” I said and started racing towards the Palace gates. I needed to get there and make them realize that it was me before they sounded the alarm.It was a wrong move.The guards saw me as an incoming threat and some of them started racing towards me to fight me. My guards were trying to stop me from entering the Palace. How crazy.Okay, on a more serious note. My guards were about to freaking fight me. They got to me and immediately started throwing fierce punches and claws at me. I evaded their blows, being conscious of the fa
{Isla’s POV}My statement stunned everyone. They had been expecting me to say something but hadn’t been expecting me to start like that.They were all confused but I continued nevertheless. I needed them to understand how serious our predicament was.“The Lycans would get to the Palace in the coming week and we need to be gone before that time.”“Leave the Palace, Isla?” My mum asked. “We can fight them here. The War Generals and Warriors have been training for this.”“Yeah.” Kayla said. “Leaving the Palace for them is a downing move.”Oh, she’s contributing?I don’t know since when she became interested in the matters of warfare. Maybe it's because this time around, she knows that lives are at stake— her life included. They were beginning to form distressing dialogues amongst themselves, wondering why I would say such a thing, so I called their attention back to me. “We’re not abandoning the Palace for the Lycans.” I said and everyone looked back at me. “We are only leaving for a re
{Isla’s POV}We all stressed our necks as we swiftly turned to look at the doorway. Cayden was standing there and in his hand was Lily who wrapped herself around his shoulders. They were both blood-stained.Sassaba was the first to shoot up from her seat and after her Lucil, Daniel, and simultaneously, the rest of us.“Cayden.” Naí Sassaba immediately rushed to him and when she got to him, she slowed down. Slowly, she took her hands and rested them on his face while her eyes roamed his bloody body. She was already shedding tears. “Mother.” Cayden smiled at her and she wrapped her hands around him. The rest of us crept closer to him and while others greeted him, I just stared. Some maids came in and took Lily from Cayden to go wash her up while Cayden exchanged greetings with Daniel. Theirs was the most phenomenal reunion, unsurprisingly, as Daniel did everything to make sure that Cayden didn’t put filthy blood on him. They joked even in such an instance.I had my hands folded belo
{Isla's POV} “You make love to me so close just to throw me so far away,” I muttered in tears as I staggered through the shaggy forest path with my bruised heart and my wounded hope— I was literally drunk on my grief. Almost immediately, I realized I was being followed. I wasn’t quite sure who these creeping bunch were, but I knew they weren’t coming to have a chat. And I clearly understood why. It’s not every day you see the eminent Luna of GreyStone Pack wandering through the eerie Woodlands-- alone! I tried to creep faster now but the swollen weight of the grief in my chest hampered my already shaky legs from making any new advances. To be honest, there was no point in trying to escape from these prowlers. For all I know, nothing they could do to me would equally match my present agony. Nothing mattered anymore, not even my dear ‘esteemed’ life. So death was the least of my worries, and the stream of doleful tears still trailing from my eyes was an extra validation of this f
{Isla's POV} “Cayden!” I yelled, drawing all the glares at the table to my person. Cayden’s expression still remained straight as he didn’t bother sparing me a look, but in that instance, I wasn’t intimidated by it. I was there to pour out my heart and get answers, and that was what I did. “Who is she?” I started with a solid tone, aiming my finger at the crafty lady on his side. “For the past few days, this woman has been staying in this house and nobody has bothered saying anything? She and Cayden are suddenly so close, and everyone is chill about it? Don’t any of you think I deserve, at least, an explanation for all this muddle!” I was doing so well until my tears betrayed me and began trailing down my cheeks. However, I couldn’t blame the tears because, with the heat in my chest, even my heart was threatening to leap out. “You don’t get to talk to us that way!” Cayden’s mother, Sassaba, voiced as she shot to her feet. “Who do you think you are!” Who am I? Who is she! I motion