Things are about to take a bad turn. Don’t hate me… Haha
{Isla’s POV} My gaze was now on the Rogue whose arm I had ripped off. He laid lifeless on the ground. He had bled to his death in a two way system. But before that, he had scourged me with pain and broken me with his remarkable strength. What was he? Praised brothers. What were they made of? They definitely weren’t normal Werewolves. There was something else at play here than the traditional werewolf energy. And the amazing part was that someone had spoken of this occurrence. Ralph. Ralph had given his theory of the improved Rogue ability. That day at GrayHill, he had seen something out of the ordinary while I had been too busy saving a Cunt’s mother. And he told us about his observance but it had been too strange to believe. Too abnormal to comprehend. But today, the strangest of things happened and there was nothing normal about those Rogues, those ‘Praised Brothers’. “We need to return to the Palace immediately!” I voiced with weariness in my voice before tight fingers wrapp
{Isla’s POV} I paused at the sight and everyone with me. I checked again. Blood? Blood! Blood had stained the gates and some parts of the tall brick walls. I threw my body into a rough dart towards the Palace. I wasn’t sure others behind me had gotten the memo yet but I didn’t care. There was blood on the Palace walls and no guards! The reality was grim! Enough reason to go crazy with worry. As I drew closer to the gates, I noticed something else. Something equally appalling. Bodies bordered the path. They were numerous and they looked dead! I halted my haste and turned to verify my suspicion. I kicked one of the bodies and it didn’t move. What? I drew closer to turn it over-- My heart was racing fast. I grabbed onto the body and pushed it over. I nearly stumbled and fell with the sight. The others got to me now and Emkay promptly caught me before I could crash to the ground. Everyone was staring at the body I had flipped over. It was a Reignile warrior and his entire
{Isla’s POV} My mum was leaning against my Dad’s silver gilded wooden throne and she was weeping bitterly. There was no denying it. I could see it so it was believable. She was actually crying. But my Dad… dead? “No!” I roared, sending vibrations running around the room. “Mum!” I gripped her even tighter and she winced in pain but she didn’t stop me. She was too busy pouring out emotions that pain didn’t matter to her. But her behavior infuriated me even more. “I ask you again! Where. Is. Dad?!” I bawled, pouring a mixture of glares and tears on her. She didn’t answer. She still had her eyes squeezed, still sniveling, and I was about to explode with emotions when I saw her hand rise. It slowly stretched and began shifting along its axis. I followed the movement until it landed at a point. She was pointing. She was aiming at an area some distance away and she wasn’t even looking. I gazed back at her and she still didn’t spare me a look. I slowly rose to my feet and began
{Cayden’s POV} A maid had bursted out of a corner and scuttled towards us. By ”us”, I mean Isla and I. We had just returned from our Rogue Hunt that was, by the way, a lost cause. Isla had jeopardized the mission with her childishness and inexperience. But that wasn’t the issue now. My mum was finally awake. The feeble-leggeg maid had informed me. I was trailing behind her now, pressure building in my chest and anticipation bobbing in my lungs. I was finally going to see mum after three weeks. I couldn’t wait. It was almost unbelievable. I needed to confirm. “You said Naí Sassaba is awake?” I asked the maid as we took a corner on the left. Sorry, I took the corner. The maid was still going straight. She paused to look at me. “She isn’t in the Palace clinic anymore. She was moved to one of the Guest chambers yesterday.” The maid informed me and I swiftly joined her on her trail. “And yes, General Cayden. It’s Naí Sassaba.” She added. “Well then add speed to your legs.” I
{Cayden’s POV} Some parts of the Palace were in shambles and from what everyone has been saying, it was attacked. Attacked by a horde of Rogues who the survivors described as ruthless and beastly. We had encountered “ruthless” and “beastly” over in the jungle so it only made sense that the same force had attacked the Palace. Praised brothers they were called. Wretches! They had really caused so much damage— both emotionally, as everyone was visibly traumatized, and physically as fallen pillars decorated everywhere. And we both know that pillars hold stuff. But none of the Rogues' damages could be compared to the one caused by the screeching from yesterday. The loudness of that cry had threatened the very foundation of the Palace grounds and caused everyone to tremble. It had been too powerful to be from a Werewolf… but then again it was. It was from Isla. Apparently, it was one of those her outbursts moment and I had been rushing to the scene only to be chased back by cru
{Cayden’s POV}I had left the Generals on the fields with the recruits. Recruiting more warriors was important but settling my uneasiness was more paramount.The way my Mum had acted was odd and I needed to shake this feeling off of me that’s telling me that my mum had been telling the truth. Isla had given my mother a concussion. That’s the truth.I believe Ivanka and I believe the truth!But for some reason, knowing the truth wasn’t settling my sudden uneasiness. I still needed to talk to Isla.I paced through the entrance now and down some hallways. There was clanging and hammering as workers were scattered around and already rebuilding the distorted parts of the Palace. Finance wasn’t an issue around here.I got to the wide corridor that led to Isla’s room. I’ve been here before, so I knew the routes well. As I drew closer, the maids that were strolling out of her chambers bathed me with seductive gazes.This was a misdeed and an offense— For a maid to be making such advances tow
{Cayden’s POV} No one could move. The Lord Luna and her daughter, Kayla, seemed puzzled by the maid’s audacity while I was dazed with the contents of her utterance. I took my eyes off the panting maid and gazed back at Isla who was still lying rock-still on the bed. It made sense now. It made sense why they had all been extra moody. Isla was in a coma! … and the Lord Alpha was dead! Two distressing news. It was a lot to take in. In my stupefaction, I drove my gaze around and caught the Lord Luna’s gaze. Her attention was now on me and no longer the maid. But she was glaring. The murderous kind of glare. Rageful pants assisted the glare and together they frightened me. She might be a Lord Luna that weeps but her strength and power couldn’t be doubted. I could feel its threatening intensity and the best advice I could give myself was not to test it. Somehow, the gutsy maid had spoken the mind of the Lord Luna, as her sudden change of countenance revealed, and I was left not kn
{Cayden’s POV} A confession? “What confession?” I asked my mum, making my confusion visible. My mother had only just woken up but she was already aware of so many things I wasn’t aware of. That’s my mother alright. She breathed. “The tiny-looking maid had also informed the Lord Alpha about the occurrence and the Lord Alpha—” “Is it true that the Lord Alpha is dead, mum?” I butted in. I knew it was unrelated but I just had to ask. I also knew that such news coming from a maid’s lips in the presence of the Lord Luna couldn’t have been a joke but I still couldn’t believe it. It’s the Lord Alpha we’re talking about here. The strongest Alpha Werewolf in all of the Reigns who has never been challenged or defeated during his reign as no other Alpha had ever gotten the nerve to confront him. Including me. And now they say he was dead? Who could murder such a mighty entity? “Yes, Cayden.” My mum muttered slowly. “It can’t be. How can you be so sure? How do you even know?” My last