I nervously played with a strand of my hair while looking for words to describe my situation. I didn't know if I could trust Sariel, and I didn't know what he would do with the knowledge I was about to give him. Every fantasy book about werewolves and vampires pictured them as mortal enemies, and as I could recall, Sariel, as a vampire, wasn't fond of werewolves either. How could I now tell him that I was actually a daughter of two alphas and that my father was the leader of the pack?!
"My story is… complicated," I began, laughing hysterically.
He stayed persistent. "I'm quite certain that I will understand," he said.
"Well, as you know, I am a human, but…"
My hesitant speech was suddenly interrupted by someone knocking on the door. Sariel clicked his tongue.
"Come in!" he called out harshly.
A servant hurriedly walked into the room and bowed in front of Sariel.
"Master, there is an urgent message from the council," he conveyed
I turned on my laptop and went through over fifty emails I had received in the last two days. I had rejected new assignments before since I wanted to take a couple of days off. Ironically, I was now spending those days off on my mental recovery. Of course, the fact that I announced that I wouldn't be taking any new work for a week didn't make my clients stop sending me their requests. For once, I regretted that I was so good at my job. I wished they would just leave me alone for a short while. I spent half an hour answering emails, or rather copying and pasting the same message, saying that due to private matters, I wouldn't be able to fulfill their requests. It certainly was one of those times when I wished I could have a stable job, working for one company instead of taking care of numerous demanding clients, but there was nothing I could do about it. Those who offered me positions were absolutely unable to protect me or stand against my powerful father. Suddenly,
Martha told me that I could go wherever I pleased around the castle. She even drew me a simple map, so I wouldn't get lost in case I decided to take a walk. Luckily, after wandering through those corridors all day, I could now at least find the dining room, where I had eaten breakfast with Sariel, and the patio, where I could get some fresh air. Additionally, I could go back to my chamber afterwards without getting lost on the way. That certainly was progress. Even though the castle was huge, it took me only several hours to find this place boring. Everyone except me had something to do, and the one thing I always hated was doing nothing at all. I thought that taking a break from work would do me good, but the more I had time to think, the more I kept finding this free time devastating to my sanity. I heard that when people face something traumatic, they visit a shrink or some therapist to help them deal with their inner demons. The only person I could talk to was Ma
"W-what?" I mumbled, terrified. "I heard those wolves were standing at the castle gates for several hours demanding an audience. They said that they were coming in peace, and only because the Duke has something that belongs to them…" Martha explained. "And those wolves were let inside the castle?!" I called out anxiously. She replied hesitantly, "They must have said something that finally convinced the Duke to let them in." My heart started to pound erratically. I wondered how werewolves knew that I was in the Duke's castle. Was there a spy working for my father that lived here? Or perhaps there was someone at the auction who saw me and notified the wolves? I was in a complete panic. I had no time to tell Sariel the truth about where I came from and who my parents were. Now, things could get drastically complicated. I had no idea what those wolves could have said to convince the Duke to give them an audience. I was terrified at the mere though
All shapeshifters turned into their animal form in a split of a second. I stood on the platform a few meters away from all of them and observed the situation terrified. I looked at Sariel. He was smiling wickedly as if the werewolves did something he was hoping for. Declan as a red-fur wolf stood as a leader. He was glaring at Sariel with his fiery eyes. Sariel spread his arms wide open, provoking him to attack, and Declan's fury had already overpowered his rationality. He charged up ahead at Sariel. The others followed. "No!" I screamed, but my scream died among the snarling sounds of fury. Suddenly, Mr. Gotha and three other vampires barged from the back of the audience hall. They must have already been prepared to take action in case of attack. A few enraged wolves stormed at them while Declan and the rest of the wolves charged at Sariel. Sariel didn't move an inch. He just waited for the wolves to come at him at their full speed. Declan jumped to
I gasped and stared deeply into his eyes. "My father… did what?" I muttered, fearfully. "You heard me. Now, tell me… would you be so eager to "protect" a child of your mother's killer?" Sariel smirked coldly. "I am nothing like him!" I burst out, "I don't even resemble him in the slightest! You know very well that his features are determined by the wolf gene, which I don't have!" "Is that supposed to be the reason why I should protect you from him?" He chuckled mockingly. I clenched my teeth. There was no way I could cover my tracks in New Argent City after three days. Until then, my father would surely mobilize an army of wolves to block every possible communication road out of the city. I could as well give myself in. Duke's protection was the only chance I had to survive… "I'm… begging you…" I mumbled, "You have a reason to hate my father, but so do I…" "Oh, poor little princess! Do you think I care that you rebelled because you and
I was walking along the castle corridor following Mr. Gotha. We were clearly going towards the north wing. I only went there once while taking a tour around the castle with Martha, and even there I wasn't allowed to enter any of those rooms, since they were off-limits as the Duke's private chambers. While walking I kept clenching my fists, encouraging myself to keep my emotions at a minimum level and focus solely on business. I knew that I could be confident and strict as long as I keep it all around my area of expertise. I assumed that we were going to the Duke's study room which I was told was combined with a grand library. I was sincerely looking forward to seeing it since until now I could only look at its door… We were getting closer, and I even became a little excited about entering that grand library, but Mr. Gotha passed Duke's study room and kept walking. "Um… Am I not supposed to meet the Duke in here?" I pointed at the door we passed. "Mast
I walked inside slowly, not because I wasn't confident, but more because I still didn't feel comfortable in the high heels that Martha forced me to wear. She was fanatically excited about choosing my outfit for my first day at work. She picked a simple black, fitted dress with short sleeves and a pair of bloody-red heels. She told me that I had to be dressed to kill on my first day. Well, judging by the curious glances of the people standing in the entrance hall, she was right. I could smell their hostility from the moment I crossed the threshold. I walked to the reception desk and realized that for the first time I would probably have to use the name that I had hated all my life to introduce myself. I clenched my teeth and looked at the lady receptionist. "Good morning, my name is Lilith…" "Ms. Lilith! I'm so glad that I can finally meet you!" I heard a man's voice coming from behind me. Reacting to the sound of that man's voice, the eyes of the lady
My office was spacious and kind of luxurious. I hadn't been to many offices before, but I had seen some in movies and TV series. Each time I saw an elegant wooden desk, a comfortable office chair, carefully designed cabinets, or an exquisite coffee table with sofa and armchairs, it was a place that belonged to someone from the higher-ups. It could be the general manager's office or the department director's office. The place where I was standing, a place that was supposed to be my office, looked exactly like the ones I saw on the TV screen. I felt strange. I walked around delicately stroking the desktop and my new, top-class laptop. I even had my very own coffee machine. It was all so different from how I used to work, although it was hard to compare my current situation with sitting on the bed or floor with a laptop on my knees while drinking the remains of cold coffee that I made myself several hours earlier. I knew that my abilities should have given me a five-digit month