OLIVIA'S POV."There's one more thing, my lady." The leader said in a serious tone.I lifted my eyes and stared at him in wonder about what else he could want from me."What would that be?" I asked him when he didn't say anything for almost a minute after he had spoken.He got up, came to my side and he began to pace around me. All through his scrutiny, I was very nervous but I tried my best to keep my anxiety down since I didn't want to display fear in the den of the wolves. At last, he stood in front of me and stared directly into my eyes."I can still smell your fear, my lady. Have you forgotten that I am an Alpha wolf? My sense of smell is a lot heightened than that of ordinary werewolves." He told me.When I looked at him in shock, he flashed his teeth before me. I wanted to vobblered him but I held on to my restraint. Gone were the days of mindless killings."You feel like killing me, don't you?" He asked me again with a naughty smile. He didn't wait for my response or my anger
OLIVIA'S POVMy legs moved faster than I thought was possible as I headed to the packhouse, my legs were already sore from the running but this was Julian we were talking about, I couldn't let him get himself killed. He shouldn't have come here in the first place. He had no idea that Leo was an insane person.I forced my worn-out legs to keep moving no matter the pain that shot up through my legs.I breathed in and paused for a moment to catch my breath. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I wiped them with my sleeve.Moon goddess, please...My feet brushed through the corpses in front of the packhouse.My heart tightened and I look over at their faces, "No, not Julian."The corpses lifeless faces reminded me of the people who I had killed in rage.Memories of how I killed my brother, Gillian also filled my head.I had ripped out his heart with no remorse despite his words.I always blamed him for treating me unkindly, yet I killed him. Wasn't I worse than him?Was this why the m
*Olivia's POV*I sobbed over his still body, feeling a part of me dying. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. I wrapped my arms around him, praying to anyone who cared to listen."Please don't take him away from me. I just got him back. I wouldn't let you take him away from me." I buried my nose in his chest, breathing in his scent.I felt something brush my cheek and I lifted my head. A faerie was smiling at me, his eyes friendly. "You must be the mate." I curled my body over Julian's protectively, narrowing my eyes at the intruder.The faerie smiled, shaking his head. His hair fluttered out like water behind him. "I am here to help you, Luna. I saw everything that happened. It went surprisingly well."I stared at him, pulling Julian closer to my chest. "What are you saying?" "I saw everything that could have happened. The different possibilities. This path was surprisingly fortunate."He looked at me and the look on his eyes made me shiver. "Do you wish to know what could have hap
Anyone would think that waking up to people screaming their names would get easier since they'd probably wake up to it every day for the rest of their lives.It didn’t. I would know because I experienced it first-hand and for seventeen years.“OLIVIA?!”Seventeen years later and I was still experiencing it.I stretched my legs and got out of bed. It was a routine I was used to. They would scream and I would attend to their needs.I listened for footsteps and immediately heard one. I straightened up and faced the door.Only a few seconds later did the door open and I was met with my glorious brother's cocky smile. His arms were folded, and an arrogant look shone on his face. His body posture exuded the hatred he felt for me even though I was his sister.“Breakfast isn’t set and the pack will soon wake.” He continued to stare at me in the most condescending manner I always associated with him.My anger rose and I restrained it. My anger never did any good.My back stung, the scars on i
Like most girls growing up, I dreamt of living in a big castle with a ballroom and chandeliers, grumpy butlers, and my very own wing where I could wear my princess dresses and do princess stuff. Let's not forget the part where the prince comes to whisk me away to his even bigger castle and we all live happily ever after where I spend his money on dreamy stuff. Yes, I was materialistic, sue me. But unlike most girls at almost twenty years old, deep down inside the burdened heart of mine, I still cradled that dream like a newborn. Maybe it was a coping mechanism or maybe I was just plain stupid. As I walked into Zayn's cabin, I knew it was no castle and that Zayn was no prince and I was no princess. Nonetheless, I felt a little strange. I searched within my soul but couldn't pinpoint what it was. Was it a strange feeling of serenity? Happiness? Peace? Maybe it was all or none, I couldn't tell.After showing me around, Zayn left me in the Cabin since he didn't live here. I wondered w
Julian POVWe left early for Leo's pack without letting him know that we were on our way. We should have informed him of our intending visit but we didn't want to give off any vibe that we were coming to investigate him. Alpha Leo was my brother but we had been enemies for as long as I could remember. I always thought of him as a selfish and greedy person who didn't care about others. He was the reason why I was not a part of our father's pack but I was grateful to him for that since I would have been under his governorship now if I had remained at the pack due to the will my father had written down before his death. But, just because I left the pack though didn't mean that I didn't want to claim my father's throne as the first child and this could very well be the chance I needed. To hear that he was messing with the spirit codes was more than enough for me to ruin him and claim my father's throne once and for all. Only a crazy person would dare to mess with the spirit code.Before
Before the spirit codes formed, there were seven tribes who lived happily in their territories.Crescent moon.This tribe was the most reputable because of the large number of people in the tribe. They wore white garments everywhere they went and they were feared by all and nobody could come close to them in terms of number, and with numbers came strength and for this reason, they were held in high regard. The Crescent moon tribe were always at the forefront whenever it came to music, Music was inculcated into their living and they loved it because they believed it helped them live healthy and elevated moods, they all loved it because they knew it lessened stress and symptoms of depression. Every family knew how to sing and they had a ceremony called will yank where they could showcase their talent.During the moon goddess worship, they would sing beautifully and channel the goddess in the most ethereal way possible.Red blood.The Red blood Tribe were made mostly of warriors, they w
Alex pushed through his lethargy, and with each step he took to the room door, he kept on thinking if he’d been doing the right thing, heading out in the woods. It wasn’t because he was afraid of being ganged up and beaten by the other big bad wolves who envied the amount of power he had, on the contrary, he was only scared of dying, with his body left for the vultures to feed on. The thought was beyond horrifying, and Alex had to remind himself that he was powerful, an alpha male. Although he’d been born under the Solar tribe, who were written off as nothing more than slaves, Alexander knew his story was just beginning. Once, Alex tried the lock on the door, and he was a bit surprised when it didn’t budge, as if he had expected it to. Well, he was going to have to break the lock then. He stepped back a little, feeling starved off air, and slammed the door with his closed fist. The door gave way, nothing but a small mass of wood now that he looked at it. Why was he here? And who’d lo