The dawn of a new day brought with it the healing of my wound, and along with it, anxiousness about my fate. I have been up even before the sun appeared in front of the sky, despite having gone to sleep late. I was kept up by the battling thoughts of the two brothers, which I must say is still unresolved, though my course of action should I remain in this pack remained unchanged. I must confess worried about which brother I liked more was the least of my problem this morning as I kept glancing towards the door every five seconds expecting Dustin, or anyone to walk through the door and let me know what the fuck is going on. My door has seen so many people come through it. The doctor, the nurses, the servants bearing food, but none of the people with the news I was dreading and at the same time longing to hear. Now it is afternoon, and still no words from anyone. The door opened again, and my heart jumped into my throat in anticipation only for my expression to wane when I saw the g
The expression on Dustin's face was ambiguous. I couldn't understand what he was feeling right now. He looked uncomfortable about something. I continued to watch his face even though I couldn't figure out his expression waiting for him to explain why, in the devil's hell, did he think that Lucifer did anything for my sake. It must really be a case of delusion. Dustin sighed sadly before responding in a weird tone. "I think my brother likes you." "Say what now!" I burst into laughter. I laughed until my belly ached, and all the while, Dustin stood watching me with a patient expression on his face. waiting for my amusement to fade with no sign of irritation. when I was able to control myself, I shook my head at him like he was too naive. "Thanks for your little joke. It helped relax me," I patted his hard shoulder, still wearing a smile on my face. I started off toward the screen on the other side of the room to change into the clothes
The elders looked pleased at my honesty. They glanced at each other, communicating with their eyes before turning around to look at me. "We are happy to welcome you to the pack, but first, you have to swear loyalty to us," said the elder in the middle. I looked at them confused. How do you swear loyalty to a pack? Do you kneel? Bow? Prostrate?They must have seen the confusion on my face because one of them spoke up to clarify. "You have to go down on your knees, head bowed, and swear that you will never do anything to harm or betray this pack..."That is easy enough, I relaxed thinking that the elder was finished, but he wasn't. "Even at the expense of your own pack," he finished. My whole body went rigid. The essence of this whole charade isn't just for them to offer me refuge, I intend to use their pack to liberate mine. What if they say no. According to this oat, I won't be able to do anything about it because the well-being of their pack will have to come before mine. The he
They came like a thief in the night with no warning. One moment my Pack were thriving and happy and the next it is up in smoke with the screams of the dying rising to the heavens. Rogues have been the bane of werewolves existence. Creating havoc and killing the innocent. They are like cancer that wouldn't go away no matter what you did. Our pack, The Running Creek pack is located far south in the state. We have heard about the plague of the rogues in other places, rumors of it encroaching towards our borders, but my father never took it serious. His mistake. My father God bless him was an idealist, a man who rarely advocated for violence. Our pack lived in peace, in harmony. Everyone treated equally doesn't matter if you are an alpha, a beta or an omega. My mother ruling beside him was a kind hearted omega, whose love for her pack was felt by all in the pack. A smile from her was like the touch of the sun and everyone yearned to bask in their brightness. They were good leaders and
The night soon turned into a bloody nightmare with my people fighting very hard to survive. Our dead littered the floor of the ballroom like rubbish on the streets yet more rogues kept coming. It was an attack on a large scale. Like something that has been planned for many nights. How didn't we see this coming. I was tired, wounded and barely holding my own, and the only thing keeping me going is Zach fighting beside me. Between the two of us we have managed to kill a lot of rogues, but that barely made a dent in their numbers. My father and few of our warriors were back at the pack defending it. The rogue planned their attack so well that they were attacking us on two fronts. I have been keeping touch with my father through our link and he was still going same as us. But I could hear his strength depleting. Mum was safe, for now as the warriors were doing their best keeping the rogues at bay from where she and the rest of our packs who couldn't fight are being sheltered. Our cubs,
I felt faint on my feet, but Frost and I remained on our feet through sheer stubbornness. We weren't going to look weak to the new arrivals. The smaller wounds on her body have healed with our little rest, but she still had a gash at her side that feels deeper and still oozing. That proved dangerous to her. The young men looking a little bit older than me, I believe to be patrols for whatever pack we have stumbled to drew their guns and pointed at us. Frost growled angrily at their show of aggression. In ranking these boys weren't even betas and they dare challenge us. “Relax girl, we are alone and can't take them on.”Frost tried to refute my words but I continued on before she could speak. “Not in our current state.”The boys were staring at Frost with nervous fear in their eyes. The hand holding the guns were trembling so badly. I believe this to be their first patrol, and I would hate for us to get shot because someone was having a case of shaking fingers. The sight of Frost can
The waiting to be addressed proved to be a long wait. My body couldn't handle the strain anymore and so I succumbed to the call of darkness that I have been avoiding since we started on the trek. The last thing I heard before I went under was the mysterious Beta asking the boys what was wrong. Whatever answer they gave him was up for grasp, as I got lost in lala land. The next time I rejoined the living was to a strange woman face leaning over me, with a stethoscope to my chest and the other end fixed to her ears. Her dark curly long hair falling over her face. I blinked several times to adjust to the brightness of the room. I had no idea where I was, and that set off my heart rate informing the woman, who is obviously a doctor judging by the way she was dressed that I was awake. "You are awake," she stated the obvious with a warm smile on her face. She was pretty, and her grey eyes kind. She didn't pose any threat which made me relax a little. "Where am I?" I tried to sit up, which
The man that walked in could only be the Alpha. His presence filled the room, not just physically, but his aura too. I have never met anyone who has such a strong aura as him. He wasn't alone, but he commanded all the attention. You can't exactly see other people when you have a giant in your line of sight. A giant in suit. What the fuck! It is like dressing up a savage beast.“Damn he is huge!”“Tell me about it,” I replied Frost gaping at the Alpha like he is big foot. I am not sure that there is a difference. What is he? Seven feet, eight feet. He is a fucking A****n. “Have anyone ever told you that it is rude to stare, little girl,” his deep thunder voice shook the walls of the room, one of his thick brow climbing up his hairline in a humorous arch. “Has anyone ever told you that it is rude to call someone little girl,” Frost retorted in my mind, making me whimper as I fought a laugh. “Now is not the time to be a smart ass,” Frost I scolded my naughty other half. She is going to