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“The red flame of the west,” Ophelia muttered under her breath. How long has it been since she has seen them? There was no way of knowing. Her life’s timeline was now chaos, there was no way of finding out exact dates anymore. Except one… 1st of December, 2022. She had to shake herself pretty hard to prevent her brain from entering that zone, it wasn’t the time to rethink her whole misfortunes. Because it was time to fix herself now. It was the time to make a change. She refocused on the carriage as it entered through the gates, its wood was a burnt amber color corresponding to the bright red color of the crest. Ophelia found realized why she associated the color red with Europa, it was everywhere. However, she had a feeling that she was forgetting one other thing. She leaned forward as much as she could risk, pressing her nose to the glass while hoping of a peak through the carriage. But all she could see were the curtains blocking the inside from the outside world. She st
THE COUNCIL OF GLAHAM It was the first time for Noah to sit in the council room. The room was always empty and piled with dust. It took years for the council room to be used. If each clan held the meeting every 8 years, then Noah was 4 years old when the Moonglade last held it. After that, he was probably too young to travel with his father. And when he did actually travel, he only greeted the guests and waited somewhere else. Noah only recalled the past 3 or so years. But here he was, sitting next to his father in the council room. The chandelier was lit with warm yet bright light. The walls were lined with portraits of Noah’s ancestors, some he failed to recognize. His father, Bernard, sat at the head of the table. Behind him was a huge map showing Glaham and Moonglade was highlighted in blue. Moonglade was near the north surrounded by forest from all directions, which made it the safest among the other clans. Noah’s eyes wandered the map till he spotted the land labeled ‘Crescent
“Can you please stop looking at me like that?!” Ophelia sighed, flopping down on the armchair. Noah was standing in the middle of the couch set, eying the boy lying on the couch. He got just in time to help Ophelia move Merrick to a guest room. A guest room on the second floor. Dragging a body down the stairs and across the hall without bringing attention to Ophelia, proved to be impossible. So the only thing left was to keep the boy on the second floor, till Noah figures out what should be done. He stared at the still body hard. He felt like he was trying to get rid of a dead body. “I could have sworn I heard Ryan tell him the guest rooms on the first floor,” Noah mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why did he come up here when he was so sick?” “He said that he thought this was the second,” Ophelia replied. “Something about how they count it differently over there.” Noah tilted his head in puzzlement before he gave up trying to understand. He turned back to Merrick
Ophelia hovered over the sleeping boy curiously. His skin was as pale as milk, the bright red of his hair contrasting with it. His hair was as red as the first rays of dawn. He was as tall as Noah maybe a little shorter but he was too thin for his age. Ophelia doubted that it was because of lack of nutrients, him being the Alpha’s son and all that. ‘Perhaps what Noah said about him being sick was more serious than I thought?’ she thought, her hand moving impulsively to stroke away the strands escaping to his forehead. “Merrick Fort,” she muttered his name, trying the sound of it on her lips. As if the redhead could hear her, his eyes fluttered open. Ophelia withdrew her hands instantly with a gasp. She was too stunned to say anything so instead, she shared an awkward stare with the boy who seemed to be still half asleep. His caramel-colored eyes were still drowsy from sleeping, it had that mysterious gentleness to it. The kind that Ophelia never understood. For a minute there she
“Thank you so much for taking care of my little boy,” Everett said, holding Bernard’s hand tightly to show his gratitude. When he heard from his oldest son Oswald that Merrick was sick, he came rushing to the guest room.Merrick sat behind him on the couch, a faint blush tainting his pale skin. He was flustered with the commotion he caused during such an important time. His older brother sat next to him, placing a comforting hand on Merrick’s shoulder and whispering something in his ears.Noah stood beside his father, curiously watching the other boy.‘Did he remember Ophelia?’ he wondered, staring at Merrick till he looked back at him. Noah jumped in surprise as if he had been
“It’s time to wake up,” Ophelia groaned as she turned on her side, to avoid the light that flooded the room when Sarah opened the curtains. She has been out all night with Noah and right now she was starting to regret she did that. “Come on, Princess,” Sarah sighed, trying to grab the duvet off Ophelia. But she was holding on to it for dear life. “You will be late for your training again. You know Sir Ryan won’t be pleased.” “Nothing ever pleases that man,” Ophelia mumbled, fighting to keep the duvet. “So just let me sleep some more!” “My Lady you can’t do that!” Sarah exclaimed, finally succeeding in pulling the cover off her. “I was informed that you have a match today with the Young Lord, you can’t skip it!” Ophelia sighed in defeat as she forced herself to sit up. It was the excitement of beating Noah that trilled her enough to get up. Despite beating him over and over in the last couple of years, the matches only got more frequent. Every time his ego as the young Alpha gets
“G-Get off me, Noah.” Noah’s gaze remained locked with Ophelia for a few seconds. There was no longer any strength behind his grip on her. If Ophelia had wanted to break away, she would have. But she accepted her defeat and might have even liked the state she was in. Underneath Noah, she was vulnerable. She felt hot, the sweat trailing down her temples from both the physical and mental exertion. Noah finally got up and lent her hand. She gladly took it and dusted herself off while hoping to get rid of the confusion as well. The crowd erupted with cheers and applause, it seems that they have missed noticing the last part. Ophelia was thankful that they did. The adrenaline was still rushing through her veins as she walked out of the arena. But there was something else that made her heart beat, an unspoken tension between her and Noah. She wondered if he felt the same too. ‘What the hell is wrong with you, Ophelia?’ she said to herself. ‘Snap out of it.’ “You have gotten better,”
Ophelia stood in front of the door, hesitant to knock despite her deep urges. Was she strong enough to handle what she was about to hear? ‘What if I panic again like before?’ she thought, clasping her hands tight. ‘I could make it even worse for the Alpha if I acted in the wrong way.’ A million questions ravished her mind with every passing second. Ophelia was lost in her turbulent thoughts to notice Noah’s stare. He read her like an open book, her eyes spoke it all. It was in the way her irises stop moving as if they were made of porcelain, while her gaze is fixed on something no one can see but her. He held out his hand to hold hers. She snapped and turned towards him, surprised by his presence. “You don’t need to worry,” Noah said, giving her hand a squeeze. “We are here to know what happened that’s all.” Ophelia stared silently into his ruby eyes before she nodded, and finally knocked on the door. They walked inside once they were allowed in. Bernard sat behind his desk, w