‘Is this how I die?’ Leo wondered as he felt the dagger strike through his skin and through his muscle. Tearing and burning every single thing on its path, screaming all of his might to only hear the frizzling and not his own voice. He knew he opened his eyes but there was no light nor colors and the excruciating pain crept from his heart then to his upper part of his body. No blood dripping from his skin however, a part of him was disintegrating slowly but surely. The frizzles started to fade and were replaced with ear buzzing sound then silence as if he was deaf out of the sudden. ‘Am I really dead?’ He thought as the suffering from the burn gradually vanished. “Dark?” Weakly calling out to the only being who experienced the same situation as he was. “You’re not there, huh.” Leo was disappointed to know that his inner wolf was not talking back to him and further assumed that he was gone.
The only people inside the boat are the pair and the organization’s guards whose necks are on the line when they reveal such information to other werewolves as all their moves are recorded, whether they like it or not. Still carrying his mate within his arms while both luggages on each of his hands and walks towards the room reserved for them. The guards are not even looking at their way and just face the sea while others are walking in a pattern to inspect every place. Inside their private room, Leo gently places his mate on the fluffy and soft bed while putting down their luggages on the side. Not lettin
It has been a month since the blood moon event and how he had been chased after accidentally and unfortunately not able to turn off the flash of his camera. The same scary predator eyes and sharp canines that he saw since he was young. Staring straight at him through the side mirror of his getaway car then abruptly pushing the gas pedal and hard. The loud beating of his heartbeat and his sweating were dripping like it was drenched in the rain. He was able to get away from the werewolves’ sights and scents. Drifting straight to the sea while ensuring to pack up all his important belongings before jumping out of the vehicle when it hit the water. Letting it drown without looking back.&nb
The sun rises at the horizon at the east side of the Cursed Island where the dock is located and one of the guards take them to the house where they will permanently reside. The huge mountains at the back with the combination of modern and old architectural buildings. The roads are cemented with trees on each side but their walk is weirdly quiet and Luke feels some people are secretly looking at them but he keeps his head down. Although their path became rocky when they hiked up towards the mountain. There are fewer houses located there and further to each other unlike down the town. Panting and sweating when they arrive there, Luke sees an old and small concrete one storey house with a well and small garden at the back of it.
Three weeks in when Leo starts to learn to grow their own seedlings from the farmers on the island and by that day when the alpha will be planting it on their small garden behind the house. Stretching his back from crouching too much. Taking off the garden gloves with earth dirt on his arms and a few on his face after watering it under the sunlight. Entering the house and seeing his mate with the roller paint brush to paint the walls white. The bulging stomach over his big loose one piece dress and panting from every raise of the tool. Wiping his sweat with his sleeves and satisfyingly stares at his done work. “Why are you doing this alone
The old man runs away from where he sat but Leo knows where he is going as his scent lets him track him from the darkness. Raising his arms to strike Federick but the alpha is thrown away at the wall with unknown force. ‘What was that?’ Leo wonders and shock is on his face but tries not to think too much of it. When the creaking of the wooden floor twitches his ears then focuses on the left tracks. ‘Hiding behind the couch won’t help you, old man.’ He thought as he walked over and threw the c
An old man was walking along the dirt road towards the town of the Cursed Island after he was dropped off, more like being pushed out by a shabby boat from the black market’s dock. Pissed off of how he was treated by that woman captain – ‘She’ll get a piece of me someday.’ Federick thought when a moment later, the boat further on the shore were drowning and the workers were shouting for help. The strong wind blew by the old man and he smiled with all of those shouting, clenching the cloth in his hand. “Good work.”
The silence within Jessica’s office as she thinks of the witness’ whereabouts and how he or she disappeared without any traces. Recalling the testimony of the soldier who gave her the message of that incident could not remember where he last saw that person or whether it was a man or a woman. All he remembers were chasing a car and being cornered and beat up by humans. Constant inquiries and little chit chat with the elders pressure her as she could remember the previous blood moon accident where a young boy saw his parents get killed by a pack. They could not even finish the job of hunting him down and eradicate the child. Letting him be wit