Shawn’s POVWe went in the direction of the presence I felt threatened by, and we stopped in front of our cabin at Crimson Valley.Not again“What are we doing here Shawn”? Martin asked, looking at me with a puzzled expression all over his face.“Shh!” I hushed him. “ You do not want to attract another party”, I warned. I started surveying the house, and it seemed like the more I got closer to the interior of the house, the more I felt the presence.Martin was following closely behind me, but when he grew tired, he started complaining. “Shawn, aren’t we trespassing? This property belongs to Master Marcus and…”I put my hands on his lips to prevent him from talking any further. We stood that way for about five minutes until Martin spurted my hands off his mouth.“What the hell did you do that for”? He asked, still wiping my hands off his mouth.“Language” I reminded him. “I thought I heard noises”. I added it shortly after.In split seconds, my heart started beating faster, the presen
Lily’s POVWe all turned and looked in the direction of the door. Our voices could have been heard by anyone standing by the door, so it was hard to try to escape or pretend that there was no one in here with her.Hopefully, it was not scar-faced Amelia.“Who is it?” Lady Marty asked.I could feel my heartbeat increase rapidly and my muscles tensed in anticipation of the unknown. Whoever it was who stood behind those doors was going to be either our doom or good.“It is I, Lady Marty,” A tiny voice sounded from behind the doors.I heaved in relief. My kids looked more relaxed, while Lady Marty still had on her face of indifference. “Come on in,” She replied to the child standing outside.“Can we leave now Mother?” Raymond asked.“Leave? Is there a plan I am not aware of?” Lady Marty asked with her brows raised in confusion.“Uhhh, well you see I had promised them to take them in to see the market today,” I replied.The little child from outside walked up beside Lady Marty. She looked
Lily’s POV Sitting in our small cabin, I watched the flickering fire of our furnace burn brightly, the warmth of its glow casting dancing shadows across the walls of our humble home. Then I was reminded of the story I used to hear a lot growing up. The story of how I came to be. I sometimes do not want to believe how unfortunate I was.In the heart of Crimson Valley, Mother had ventured into the woods in search of healing herbs to create a potion for the travelers who sojourned in our valley. I could still picture the image those words painted; The verdant canopy overhead, the soft rustle of leaves beneath her feet, and the gentle hum of nature's song all around her.While Mother was happily humming to a song and picking what she needed for her potion, fate had other plans for her. You can say, fate had other plans for ME anyway. A sudden slip, a jagged branch hidden under the soil, and mother found herself lying injured on the forest floor. She was seven months due with me in
Lily’s POVWalking through the dimly lit corridors of our home, I heard faint sound of voices down the hallway and they grew louder as I approached the meeting room.“We are only a small pack and cannot afford such heavy levies for King Adonis!” I heard a voice say.Wondering whose voices they were, I tiptoed towards the meeting room. I peered through the slightly ajar door, I couldn't help but notice the tense atmosphere that hung heavy in the air. Father was sitting on his chair, head bowed in frustration, while other members had on them, agitated faces.“I will relay your message to my brother. But be warned of the consequences of your choices.” I heard another say. He looked different from the members of our pack. He had a black rune on his hands and his hair was long and black.He was from the Twilight Ridge pack. The most powerful wolves in the region.I stood there, hands unmoving, feet stuck to where I stood and my breath became a bit raspy. As the realization of what was to o
Lily’s POVOur pack was not so blessed with extraordinary strength and powers, so Father explained how over time, many members of our pack had chosen to crossbreed with other wolves in order to gain more mystical abilities and strength, leaving only our family as the last surviving true bloodline of the Silver shade pack. “But despite our size.” My father said, his voice warm with affection, “We are united by our bond as a family and by our unwavering commitment to each other.”I smiled and Father returned my smile.“Why were you up earlier?” Father asked, causing my smile to temporarily fade away.I hesitated, a bit unsure of whether to share the strange vision that had plagued my dreams. But his reassuring smile made me comfortable, so I began to recount what happened in my dream with the black wolf.As I spoke, my father listened intently, his brow furrowing in thought. “It sounds like a powerful vision, Lily, most alphas begin their hunt for their mates by seeping into their drea
Lily’s POVIt was a rare occurrence for my father to transform. His fur was a lustrous silver-gray and bristled with fury as he bared his teeth in a menacing snarl, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. In this form, he radiated so much power and authority.Beside him, Shawn also transformed, his own wolf form emerging with a grace and beauty that spoke of his youth. In his wolf form, Shawn's silver fur had an ethereal glow, radiating so much of the mystical force that coursed through his veins. His eyes retained their piercing blue hue, glowing with an inner light that speaks of his connection to the mystical energies that surround him.Smithson also transformed into a menace looking black-grey wolf. Father attacked. Claws clashed and teeth gnashed as my father and Smithson engaged in a ferocious battle. I watched in horror as my father and Shawn battled with Smithson. On a good day, I would have been pleased to see Smithson beaten up. But this
Lily’s POVI placed Shawn safely behind the hidden passage in my room, and then I closed it with a heavy heart. Sure that he was safe, I composed myself then I inhaled and exhaled deeply, preparing myself for the unavoidable face-out with Smithson. “I'll come back for you, Shawn,” I whispered to him. My voice was barely above a hoarse murmur.Releasing a heavy breath, I closed my eyes and exhaled for the last time. Then I attempted to call forth the wolf that dwelled deep within my soul. But despite my efforts, the transformation was not forthcoming.Before I could try again, the door to my room creaked open, and Smithson's huge figure stood tall in the doorway. His eyes gleamed maliciously as he came toward me.Fear shot through me as I backed away, my mind began racing with different thoughts on how I could escape. “Stay back!” I warned, my voice trembling with fear.But ignoring my threats, Smithson continued to advance. plastered across his face, was a malicious grin. "You can'
Marcus's POV Leaving my room, my wolf growled as I found my way to Winston's Chambers. I could still feel the haze of alcohol still clouding my mind, but even stronger was the excitement that my wolf felt at having that silver-haired slave.I flew open his door and staggered in. Winston squinted his deep brown eyes as he took in my disheveled state."What in blazes are you doing here, Master Marcus?" Winston exclaimed, his surprise was evident in his voice.I rolled my eyes slowly and settled into a seat close to the fireplace. “I just need some time,” I muttered. Winston frowned, his gaze flickering to the door as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment. “Some time from what?” He asked. I raised my face to look at him. He looked at me with a curious gaze. Fine.“Get me warm water to drink.” I finally said.“That's it?” Winston asked in disbelief. He was a bit chubby with soft lips and cheeks and was most times comical in his acts and other times willing to give his life for