My feet was bleeding and I had to stop every now and then to spread my scent all over the place so nobody would be able to pick up my bloody trail. I was walking bare foot. In my human form.My skin was peeling because of the thorny shrubs but I didn't care. I had to take the short cut to reach the Moonlight Pack. It was urgent and it was also my first time. I only visited other packs whenever my father took me along the delegation. Other than that I was a wild bird. I avoided mingling with the Alphas as much was possible. As soon as I entered the Moonlight Pack area, I could tell that they were very very different from our Scarlet Pack. To begin with their borders were not fenced or actively guarded like ours was. Instead it seemed like they marked it with their...ummm, you know, urine in their feral state. A very common practise amongst the animals which we werewolves had long discarded because of our refined class. The Moonlight Pack seemed left behind in that aspect.Or may be they
I stood there, watching my mother wriggle as my father set her ablaze with the torch he had in his hand. The pyre was dripping in oil and the moment the tongue of the fiery flame touched the wet hay, my mother's flesh began roasting alive and I heard her shriek pierce the sky. That was the moment I turned off my humanity, rather I lost it all. I ran towards her as far as my feet could carry me. I shoved and threw everyone aside who came in my way. Just when I was about to take the plunge inside the fire and try and pull out my mother, or whatever of her was left, when suddenly she yelled, after watching me in front of her, " Ryan stop. I order you by virtue of the breast milk that I ever fed you my son. "I shouldn't have stopped. I shouldn't have listened. But my feets did exactly the opposite. It braked into a sudden halt. My mother smiled as I watched portions of her flesh and skin fuse together in the heat and then flake off and drop from her body, revealing the bone which
Ryan's mother was just a teenager back then. Her pack lived towards the northern borders. Even though they didn't have a luxurious life, they weren't lacking in anything. They drank from the mountain streams, ate from the trees, played and trained around the woods. In short, life seemed quite good. However, they were a very small tribe. They were easily outnumbered one fine day , when the sun was still shinning bright in the sun. They tried to resist, but were over powered very very quickly. The males were immediately butchered and discarded, their heads rolling all over the ground. The children were taken away to be raised as captives and later on serve the winning pack . The hungry wolves, pounced on the women, who were left behind. They pleasured themselves with them. Toyed around and abused a few as well. They took with them the ones they fancied, to exploit them further. The rest of them, who were either old, crippled or ugly, were let, immediately ablaze. Ryan's mother
There was pain all over my body as the cloud of confusion in my mind slowly started settling down. I didn't remember much of what happened after the gates closed except for the blacking out after being shoved inside what looked like a stable. When my eyes shot open, I was in a market. The stench of sweat and dirt filled the air, mingling with the cacophony of haggling voices and clattering hooves. My hands were tied up and I was tied with a couple of more girls. My captors pulled mercilessly at the ropes,citting into my wrist and commanded, " Move," with cold eyes.They led me through the throng of people, the grip on my arm tight and unrelenting.We arrived at a clearing. There was a small gathering,apparently waiting for our arrival. They were all horrible looking men, their greedy gazes appraising me like a piece of livestock. My eyes darted around, desperately searching for any signs of hope or escape. But the towering walls of the market seemed to close in on me, reminding me of m
It had come for her. It was supposed to comfort her. It did, however, what was behind it was more than terrifying. Helos, the lover that Ryan's mother had, had done something terrible in his blind rage.He had gone back to his tribe and immediately reported what was happening. He begged for them to come and rescue his mate but all the elders were definitely against it. They were not married, which meant that he really didn't have any legal claim over her. And for tribes to take over another was a norm in those days. The Northern chiefs all voted against launching a head on attack over another powerful pack. Their reason was very rational but Helos lost his sense of right and wrong in the wilderness of his haywire emotions. He retreated with his head bowed. The darkness inside him, slowly consumed him. In the dead of the night, he went out in the wild, straight towards the Black caves, which was a forbidden place that reeked of dark wizardry. There he made a deal with his darkness. He
" Sherry get your sassy ass right here. Right now! "Sherry looked behind her back at a raging Ryan who broken inside while his father still had his hand one her back. " What gave you the idea that you could run away without my order? "He yanked her out of his father's grip, grabbing her by the hair, hurting her on purpose. " Ouch! Ryan! It hurts! "she tried to protest but Ryan shoved her down, towards the floor, forcing her face towards his father. " It's meant to hurt my rag doll. It's going to hurt a lot worse when we are back home. Now, move! "Ryan pulled her up by her elbow and tried to shove her out of there. But before he could do that, his father grabbed the back of Sherry's dress with the cane in his hand. " What's the rush my boy? Why are you mistreating my little guest? "Ryan had to stop because the edge was actually cutting the dress open. It was a threat to expose her in front of the entire gathering there. Ryan knew that something was up from the moment Rose too
His mother was already carrying him in her womb when she went to meet her beloved as promised. Her gaze was lowered, devoid of the joy that aught to have filled her heart with the first sight she beheld of the Northern Chief. " You have no idea how worried I was. I thought you would never come to me... "He tried to wrap her in his embrace but instead of reciprocating she flinched. Helos looked at her, head to toe. And then he too, took a step behind. " What is it? Did you not come back to me? Look at me. Look around... " He evoked the creatures of the night that he had mastery above, the gigantic Grey Wolves who now, resembled the hounds. Ryan's mother took a step back. " What are these? " she asked, curious and surprised. She wasn't naive to the arts of dark wizardry. " Our minions, dear one. Our soldiers in aid when we rule as king and queen. " he tried to come close to her and kiss her again. This time she held her hand up and stopped him directly on his track. " I am afr
A heavily crippled Helos was groaning aloud as be dipped himself repeatedly in what looked like a dark ink. A bath full of that thick, sticky liquid. With every dip , parts of his body, repaired itself. He walked out of his revival bath, youthful and vibrant, no longer a crippled man. His body charred with the toxicity of his rituals. His body succumbed under the load of the dark forces that Helos ushered to aid his evil missions. He walked straight to his room, staring at himself, naked in the mirror, admiring his newly formed skin, touching his wrinkle free facial features. Just then something dropped in the background, with a loud thud. " Sarah? What is this behavior? How can you drop in like this? "He turned around to face her, cloaking his private parts with the snap of a finger in a dark leather. " It's Midnight... Don't call me by that facade that you force me to put up..... Now hurry up and give me my bottle. I am starving.... I am dying.... "She did not look like the