Myra’s povThe room was small. Compact. Like a tiny box.But it was okay.Far better than the room I used to know; and in a home far bigger than the one I used to stay. Yet the thought of this being home disturbed me.The walls were too far away, and from each other; painted pink, from the ground up; and along with almost everything else. And I wondered why?Maybe because I was a girl, and they thought I loved pink?When in fact I hated it.When to me. It was dull, exaggerated, and mostly lifeless. Like fuel diluted with water. Losing its actual value. It's real brightness. I wasn't comfortable at all. This wasn't my place. This wasn't the place that I had known my whole life. I knew nobody here. I was an outcast from the outside in. I was hated by everybody. I moved and felt like a living problem. A mistake. A curse.I didn't like the wide spaces, the big grasslands, the stone walls, the armored guards -that stood stiff as the staues beside them - and I didn't like how everyone
The moon was still as blue as a block of ice dipped in dye. Quickly my hands shot to my mouth, pressing my fingers against my mouth and fighting back the scream.I didn't know when I had yelled so loud, and it shocked me to my bones. With my teeth now almost biting my fingers, as my mouth still struggled to let it all out. To let out all the fear that settled in my chest like a roosting bird. I couldn't control it, but my hands still managed to close my lips shut. Shooting the rest of my voice back down, and making my body vibrate like an earthquake was rattling inside me.I was sweating, shaking with fear. My legs now hurt more than before. My soul seemed to have left me.I turned my head left and right, darting my eyes everywhere, afraid someone else was here. Someone else was in the bushes, or maybe some vicious animal with bloodlust that couldn't be tamed.I pushed myself away from the shrubs, scratching and pulling at the grass beneath me, scrambling backwards. My legs going up
Myra's POVI stumbled to the ground, as I mistakenly placed too much pressure on my bleeding foot.I landed on my butt, but a headache shot up to my head. And I groaned with my head on my elbows. The flies thought I had died, and made to pounce on me; but as I swiped a hand through the air, they buzzed away angrily.Just as the vomit I was holding back all through, finally pushed past my defenses and came out in a bawl.My back arched involuntarily; like some demon was being cast out of me. And I felt the heat in my hand when the outpour finally stopped and I wiped my mouth.I cursed at the evil flies, as I tried to lift myself back up.But then I fell back down as I suddenly heard a snap.And it sounded like a twig.I looked around sharply; seeing only darkness on every side, as the trees seemed to squeeze together to prevent light from bothering them.Only the place right where I was; in the center of this horror, was there light. And I felt open. Vulnerable. Too visible.I didn't
Noah's Pov Morning came early. And maybe too early. Because my head still hurt, and my back still felt stiff. With my entire frame feeling like dried planks, and my mind not knowing where to start. But the sun was already up in the sky; glowing orange and heat, as dove-tailed eagles flapped with wide wings out of their nests and squawked along through the clouds. I could tell; even in my pain, it was a picture perfect morning. Like those in historic paintings. Yet still. In my state of mind. It was less of a masterpiece than anything else. As I sat upright on my bed. And surrounded by trays upon trays; that were filled to the brim with tea cups. And tea cups that were filled with leaves soaked in filtered swamp water. My mind was still unnerved trying to comprehend all that had happened yesterday. The deaths. The cries. The screams. The shouts. And the general emotional turmoil. I was sure even the goddess hadn't seen it all coming. I was sure she herself hadn't half-exp
Noah's POV I couldn't see the birds anymore. I couldn't even see the sun. I could only see blurry faces, bearing down on me with condescending expressions. The lightness in my head made it feel like my brain had turned into clouds. My eyes tried to make sense of the images before me, but they all looked blurry and unfocused. I blinked hard, confused and lost, trying to make the image of heads that poked out from all sides and above me become less vague. I had to know whether I was in a healers house or in Heaven. Where these people, or angels? Then I heard a human voice, yelling my name. I was surprised that my ears didn't have any troubles, as I could hear the sound clearly. And I could hear it better than before, as it was the same voice I heard just before everything went dark. It was Colin again. My eyes shot open like I had been zapped back into consciousness, with my body jerking up in a gasp. I rose up suddenly, and all the heads I saw move out of the way quickly. “No
Noah's POV Time seemed to stop, and the world around me turned in slow-motion as Reyna grew stiff in my hands. Her eyes net mine, and what I saw in them terrified me to my roots. That look would haunt me for days to come. "Noah...." She whispered in a choking voice. Then she fell from my hands in a slump, her body hitting the floor with a thud, like a rock striking another boulder. And in a flash it was over. It had happened too fast. Too unexpected. The anger had flowed from my body in one blazing wave, obliterating all rational thought from my head. My wolf had threatened to jump out, try as I could to hold it back. And I had ended up killing Reyna. I didn't know what had come over me. I fell on my knees with Reyna’s lifeless body beside me, too stiff and numb with disbelief to do more. Myra, Colin and a few other people had gathered around me, and they were yelling a host of words, though I didn't catch a single syllable of what they said to me. All I could do was stare at
Noah's POV I stayed there until Colin returned. He placed a warm hand on my shoulder as he spoke. "I have done all you asked," he murmured. "I have sent a guard to the house of Reyna's parents, and they should be getting the news now." I nodded, then stayed silent for long seconds. "You should back away from the body, Alpha." He suggested. "No," I murmured like a deranged man. "No, I can't." I felt Colin brush past me as he walked over to the bed I'd formerly occupied. He sat on its edge and placed his head in his hands as I hugged Reyna's still body. "Colin?" I called, suddenly. And my beta was surprised that I did. His hands came down from his face and he looked at me confused. I could see the disapproval in his face, like he felt I had no right to say anything after what I had just done. And he was right. But I wasn't concerned about that, at least not now, As I grew a strange and sudden nonchalance. "Are the horses still outside?" I asked. His eyebrows furrowed and he no
Noah's POVMy ears were covered with the drumming of hooves, and my eyes were fixed on the pack house that now doubled in size as I got closer.It looked vastly different from the outside, and the view was even more strange, because I had never gone beyond the pack house walls since I was born.I had hardly ever even moved beyond the courtyard, as my father had always taught that outside was too dangerous. Too disorderly and chaotic. And that only deranged savages lived out there in the wild.I had listened and lived in fear every day of my childhood. Sometimes I was even too afraid to leave my room, for fear the savages might be just outside my window.But now I had gone beyond the safety of my father's words, and beyond the safety of the only place I had known my whole life. Even though it was against my own will, and I was half-conscious all through. I had gone beyond the gold, brick and limestone walls and pillars that lined up all the way to the top palisades, almost reaching the