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Chapter 46 ~ I'll Explain
Clinton EditsI know this chapter is a lot! And there isn't much of Cayden and Isla, but it's an important chapter in the development of the story’s plot. I hope you all understand Isla’s curse, and how and why it happens. The following chapters will contain more Isla and Cayden!!!
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{Isla’s POV} So I might have chatted with a Witch for a whole evening. But since we had been in a Meeting Hall, I might as well call it a meeting. In fact, it should be called a meeting, with or without a meeting hall, because the contents of our dialogue were weighty enough to be tagged ‘important’. Finally, I understood the severity of the situation I had gotten myself into. You would think that being Cursed is the worst that can happen to you until you’re told that your deliverer was the same person that caused you to be cursed in the first place. Fate is really playing games with me. I know I had once played a similar game, but I’m done. I don’t want to play reckless games anymore. The Ugly Old Witch had said getting with Cayden would fix everything and I had replied to her with 15 words. “I would prefer to die of this torment than to get back with that Monster.” Count it. It’s fifteen words, and I meant every single one of them. Getting back with Cayden would be a to
His Regret Chapter 48 ~ Done Playing Tit For Tat
{Isla’s POV} I took my time turning around to meet him. I already knew who I was expected to see. “What did you say?” I asked as my eyes met his. He didn’t spare a second of silence. “I said, I think it would be better if we took the North paths. We can catch up to the Rogues faster.” He said, his tone cold. He wasn’t scared of me and he wanted me to know it. Well, I didn’t want him to fear me. I just wanted him to stay the fuck away from me, but it seems that hope is already tarnished. Sigh. “General Cayden. I believe I didn’t ask you for your suggestion or contribution to the mapping schemes for this mission. So I’ll advise you, for future sake, to keep your mouth shut and focus on following my orders.” I dumbed the words on him and continued to the supplies table, leaving him there standing. I didn’t want to get too angry. Intense emotions, the Witch had warned, could get my tantrums fired up. I hissed at his guts as I packed up my bag. There were chips and cracker snacks
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His Regret Chapter 50 ~ Rye Bread
{Isla’s POV} The Wind was taunting but the air was tense. Everyone was on high alert, staring in the direction of the rustling, ready to scrag anything or anyone that would stumble out. Yes, we might have just been set up for an ambush but it didn’t mean we would let fear consume us. But fear was consuming me in a way. This was my first mission and It couldn’t go badly. I needed to prove to my Dad that I could lead my people to victory and yet, here we are. We took our battle stance boldly and awaited the doom or victory that was about to come. The bushes rustled roughly again and whether I liked it or not, whether I was scared or not, I needed to make the first move. I needed to be the leader I was supposed to be. I paced towards the area and gestured three other Werewolves to inch towards the second area. With the noise, it didn’t seem like our attackers had numbers. Maybe they were spies and this wasn’t an ambush. But there was only one way to find out. My claws were cu
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His Regret Chapter 52 ~ Just Flow With It
{Isla’s POV} Blood was still spilling from the body whose head I literally just squeezed to a snap and everyone was still staring at me, staring at me and the evidence of my brutality. None of them expected me to be this savage. I didn’t too. I couldn’t understand what had come over me, what had possessed me, ‘cause I knew I wasn’t going to snap off her neck. But I did. Cayden was still standing before me so by default, my eyes were still on him, and slowly I watched his hint of surprise melt into a sharp smirk. Why was he smirking? He answered my mental question. “Looks like you’re not as weak as I thought.” He said, still housing the smirk. He was praising me? For acting beastly? I motioned to reply to him but I reminded myself of the prominent issue at hand. I swiveled to face the warriors. “Everyone, settle and rest for the evening. Our search continues at dawn. All Generals, follow me.” I voiced and started towards a corner where the bushes seemed thicker. Will it be w
His Regret Chapter 53 ~ Three Problems
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His Regret Chapter 54 ~ Praised Brothers
{Isla’s POV} So, three problems! Problems that could put us on the other end of Victory if we weren’t careful. Everyone was waiting for me now. Waiting for me to order the attack on the enemies we so desperately abhorred. I scanned the area. It was more coordinated than I expected a Rogue camp to be. I mean, these guys were lawless malefactors who didn’t fancy societal dictations. Yet, here they were acting civil. Something about everything wasn’t right— I inched my gaze to a side and saw some Rogues smoking in a tent and two others smashing at a corner. Rogue behavior. —Or maybe I’m just overreacting. I gestured for the numbers on my left to make a small arc around the camp and told the ones on my right to do the same. It was time to surprise them. Once we were in position, I instructed that we begin sneaking through the grasses. Everything Combat classes had taught me, everything my Dad had imbibed in me, guided my every action as I led our army into the enemies' keep. The
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