I reach out for the water, and just when my fingertips graze the water surface, I hear an earth-shattering howl. And even before I turn to see where it is coming from, I somehow know that it’s Luci, the large wolf-like dog I met the other day.
I know that howl.
“Omerta, Omerta. Wake up, girl. You are so dead tired, you slept on the ground.”
I am barely able to focus on what Giovanni is saying.
“I have been looking for you everywhere, you had me worried. Come on sleepyhead get up, it’s already time for dinner soon. Wake up.”
I open my eyes reluctantly, trying to adjust to the twilight sun. As I focus my vision, I am a little confused, I was just at Lake Pergusa a few seconds ago, wasn’t I? But here I am still lying on the ground near the forest, on Agosti's estate.
Was all that a dream? But it felt so real, it was definitely, real?
“Come on get up, Avo has called us for dinner?” Giovanni said while offeri
I should feel great, ecstatic even.I am clad in a piece of art for a dress, embellished with perfect hair and makeup, attending a celebration in my honor. Who wouldn't be happy? I should be delighted. Instead, I feel skittish. A little over a month ago, I would not have even dreamed of this scenario in my dreams. The girl who has worn hand-me-downs all her life, and the only party I ever attended was the one where I was given away, sold off. Life surely has taken a bizarre turn, I think looking at the people Avo is introducing me to. I am grateful for the Agostis to accept me, and to find people who have only showered respect and care in the last month. But right now I am all nerves, and uneasy with all attention. The fact that most people have been looking at me with pure contempt doesn't help either. Being the only girl standing with the Agosti inner circle, which comprises only men, doesn't make you Ms. Congeniality. I can't forget the look on their faces when I walked in wit
Lucifer A woman undressing is a turn-on, helping one undress is even more so. But what about robing one, instead of disrobing her? I could have never imagined in a million years that zipping one up will be as arousing as zipping her down. My cock had responded at the first sight of her bare flesh. Call me a pervert, but the little preview of her delectable ass had me salivating. Though my intentions were fairly gentlemanly when I had pulled her aside to cover her up, take her away from those pryin
He is a monster!!How dare he talk to me like that? What did he say that I wanted his attention? But he was the one who kissed me. How could he?I hate him! I just hate him. But I hate myself more for being so vulnerable, for believing in that moment, for letting my emotions get to me, and for not saying anything when he was standing there insulting me.I am furious about that, letting him demean me and not answering him back. I don’t want to be that girl again, who ends up becoming everyone’s punching bag.Also, I know I am not at fault, and I will not take the blame for this. He has no right to talk to me like this.I am furious, and I know I will not be at peace till I do not confront him. It’s decided then, I am not going back to my room, till I give him peace of my mind.I start walking in the direction in which he had gone, towards the forest. It’s surely not safe at this time, and I do not even know if I will be able to find him there, but I don’t care.Strangely, the forest is
I am lying flat on the ground, with my face a couple of inches away from the brown animal, his brown eyes staring into my green ones. Everything and everyone is still. It is oddly quiet, the silence of the night only broken by a terrifying howl. My eyes open into the morning light. Was I dreaming? No, I was not dreaming. I was recalling the events of last night. It was all real, all of it. The inhuman physical strength, the murders, and the transformation... They are werewolves. There I said it. Not that saying it makes it any better or believable. This is just so hard to believe. These things do not exist in real life. There is a reason it is called fantasy. I am a bag of mixed emotions. Terrified; confused and, more than anything else, I am hugely fascinated.After all, whatever I know about werewolves is from the teen novels and movies. I know after last night that they do not change on only the full moon. But they are so many other things that I have no clue about. Like, can
“I understand it’s too much to take at once, to imagine that everything you have known about your history and present is not the complete truth, that the world is more than what you imagined. I think we need to start from the beginning. You need to know how we werewolves came to be. The FIRST WEREWOLF. “Wow!! Just one, I thought, ‘blessed ones’ were in the plural.So, it all started with just one person? But I do not have time to clarify as Avo narrates the story of the first werewolf.“This goes several millennia ago when humans first came to be. Apart from animals and your flora and fauna, the earth was also inhibited by beings called the ‘Old Gods‘.““Old Gods?““Yes, the old Gods, or what mythology calls the Titans & Olympians. You have surely heard of them, Zeus, Poseidon, Ares, and the list goes on. These Old Gods were deities of unique elements that represent nature and life, like Poseidon was the God of Sea, Ares was the God of War, and of course, Zeu
“Oh! So, you think you know everything about werewolves,” he said in a menacing tone. And with that, all his earlier concern is gone. “Huh! You might know everything about werewolves, but what you do not know is that I am not a werewolf. And if you knew anything about me, you would run from here screaming stray.”I have no clue what he was talking about, of course, he was a werewolf. Did he not remember that I have already seen his wolf? I for one cannot forget that sight, his large imposing build covered in grey fur, topped with a set of menacing dental anatomy and those endless grey orbs. As terrifying as that description is, I am still not as scared as I should be. I could still feel his soft fur through my fingers. I wondered if I will ever get a chance to feel that again. Truth be told that is not all that I want to feel...I mentally pinched myself back to reality & tried not to get distracted. “I told you I know about you, I know about the blessed ones, the first werewolves, a
"From what Lucifer explained to me once, we are mated to the person who can help us reproduce the strongest offspring." "I would not trust Lucifer's words about mates." The voice came loud and clear, and we both turned around to see Avo standing at the door, looking at us intently. While Avo was remarking on what Draco had said, he was looking directly at me. "Avo, You are back!" Draco said excitedly running towards Avo, mirroring my own excitement on seeing him. "I thought you guys were going to be back the day after tomorrow," he asked. "And miss your first day of School? Never!" Draco pouted, which earned him a not-so-serious glare from Avo who knew very well how Draco felt about school. If Draco had not told me I would have never guessed that Avo had only been with them for a decade and that they did not who Avo really was when he first came. "How are you my darling Omerta?" Avo turned to me, extending his arm for a hug and I happily obliged giving him my best smile. "So
I was in my room changing for bed, my thoughts still held up by Avo's revelation. Only if Avo would have let me ask him about Lucifer...As soon as I took off my top and bra, I heard a sudden movement behind me. I turned to see the window completely open. "Wasn't that window ajar?" I mumbled to myself.The lights were already out, and there was no way anyone would come inside. We were on the fourth floor.I thought there must be something outside and continued undressing, readying myself for bed. As I reached for my night suit I heard another noise, like someone was trying to open my bedroom door. I did not have enough time to wear my night suit, so I quickly got into bed and hid under the covers. I had just put the covers on me when the door was kicked open, and I heard that word.Just in time! What was he doing here?"Stray!" It was the same familiar word that I had heard multiple times by now, but still, it sounded different this time. It was missing its usual harshness, instead