Ellie Jill Hendrix happily brushed her chestnut brown hair before the mirror. There was a joyous glint in her emerald green eyes. There was also the existence of a dreamy smile plastered on her face. She was happy. She never knew her life could get even better than it already was. Especially due to the fact that her father had finally rid them of her evil twin sister. She had waited for years to dissociate herself with that evil twin she had as a sister and just being able to breathe a different air from the one Aria breathed made her satisfied. The one who murdered her mother was finally gone. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Aria. Thinking of that woman always brought a sour expression to her face. She wasn’t going to let Aria ruin her day. She went back to brushing her hair. Ellie had finally gotten all that she ever wanted. She was living in the paradise she always dreamed of. She had found her mate— Alpha Gerald and this had automatically made her the Luna of the Mo
Ellie ran her hand over her hair as she stared at the blood that dripped from the body. The cross sign was neatly carved on the wolf’s body. The person was probably an artist, his or her main goal was probably perfection and they might have achieved that. The view was quite gruesome but she was less concerned, Apart from the fact that her eyes had already adapted to the scene, Her thoughts were somewhere else. Her eyebrows were squeezed together, so were her lips. She stared intensely as her mind went back to one person. It had to be her, Ellie thought to herself. After all, she’s the only one who got banished. She wanted revenge that was why she was going through all this, Ellie concluded by herself. She had to inform Gerald. Besides she knew how her sister could be. “I might know who caused this,“ She said absently before she clicked her tongue. Gerald and Donald stopped talking and stared at Ellie. The cold forest breeze hit her face with sent some of her hair on her
“Oh, just for one simple reason. I hate twins,“ Damien’s words resonated in her head. She was also a twin. Everything was becoming worst by the seconds, if she told Damien she was the evil twin he was going to hate her. He would probably send her out of this place. Aria felt her heartbeat increase as she walked toward her room. Why would he hate twins? She asked herself before she got to the door of the room. She unlocked it silently and stepped in. Aria was placed in the most comfortable room in the house. The room was neatly decorated, and the walls had designs that were obviously painted with hand. The moon illuminated the room, and the lights were switched off but she could still see the paintings that were hung on the wall. One of them happened to be a painting of the moon goddess as imagined. Aria moved to the bed and climbed on top. She stared up at the moon before she heaved a sigh. Her entire body basically was not at peace. She just dis
“Our father was a twin, and he had an evil twin,“ Camille’s words resonated in Aria’s head. Aria Jean could not understand why the world hated twins this much. Whoever tagged twins as evil anyway? She had heard that there were rarely twins in their werewolf world but she had never really lived seeing any other twin evil or bad Although, their history claimed that all twins to ever exist had an evil twin. They always ended up causing disaster in the end. What if they turned out that way because the world branded them as evil I’m the first place? Aria looked back into Camille’s eyes. She wanted to say a lot but she didn’t know where to begin. She could see how tensed Camile looked just mentioning the thing about the evil twin. What if all Camille’s kindness faded away the moment Camile realised she was a twin too? “Did he. . .ever hurt anyone?“ Aria asked with hesitation. Camille gritted her teeth. Aria saw pain flash before Aria’s eyes. She immediately regretted aski
Voices plagued her dreams. Harsh whispers, loud screams, painful cries. Aria Jean tossed in her bed. She was uncomfortable. She was sweating all over. Memories from the past plagued her. She could feel the burning rage and hatred radiating from her father. She saw his angry face every time she tried to please him. She heard his scolding screams each time he rejected her. She heard his voice again, from the night of the ceremony. “I hereby cast you Aria Jean Hendrix out of the Blood Moon Pack. From today, you shall be a rogue and you shall be severed from the pack connection. You are no longer Hendrix, and you are no longer a member of my pack!” Those words cut through her heart and she felt herself drowning in a darkness that was beneath her. Suddenly, the images melted away and Damien’s face entered her dream. She saw his warm amber eyes. His eyes seemed to convey a message. It was a message that she understood clearly. Safety. There was safety in Damien’s eyes
The ray of the sun sipped behind the curtain and rested on Aria jean’s face. Two days had passed since the the nightmare from that night. She turned around to escaped from the warm light. She was already awake. She ran her hands through her hair that was scattered all over the place before she gave a loud yawn. She placed her hands on her trousers and straightened it. Aria moved away from the bed and headed for the toilet. She freshened up quickly, she came out and wore one of the clothes that was given to her. Damien had also promised her that he would take her out shopping. She really needed more clothes. “Hey,“ Damien’s voice echoed throughout the room startling Aria. She turned around almost breathless and her eyes met his. “I’m sorry for startling you,“ He apologized as he saw the fear in her warm eyes. “No it’s nothing really,“ Aria said before she smiled at him. “I just wanted to tell you that I may not be around this morning, I’m leaving jus
“Aria,“ She heard someone whisper her name. Aria stared at the picture with wide eyes. Aria wasn’t sure if it was in her head or if she heard the picture call out her name. Aria could not tear her eyes away from those cinnamon eyes. Was this Damien’s mom? Aria Jean thought to herself. But the woman was young and looked nothing like Damien. She looked the same age as her. Her black hair was placed up in a bun and the ball gown she wore hugged her body to the perfect size. She had full lashes and the perfect plump lip, she had a round face and the most delicate smile she had ever seen. Aria’s eyes strayed to her chest and she saw something she had seen somewhere. The crescent pendant. She stared intensely at the necklace until she remembered where she saw it. Damien’s tattoo. It was the same thing. “Aria!“ Damien’s deep voice called her name and she gasped in shock. She turned around to see an angry Damien approach her. “Damien? You’re back?“ Aria
“Please open the door I’ll tell you who the woman in the portrait is,“ Aria heard Damien say from behind the door. As much as she was angry with Damien for yelling at her, she also wanted to know who the woman in the portrait was. She still couldn’t tell if she had truly heard someone whisper her name or if it had been in her head the entire time. Whatever the answer was, she really wanted to know who the woman had been. Aria sat up from her bed and stared at the door warily. She didn’t want to see Damien but she was curious and curiosity they say, kills the cat. She was the cat. She let out a heavy sigh and got on her feet. Damien who was still standing by the door rested his head on it. The guilt he felt could burn down his soul. He was beginning to give up. He didn’t think Aria would open the door at all for him. He had succeeded in making Aria hate him. Just when he was about to walk away, he heard the door unlock and it came open. He stood upright immediately and s