“I bet Craster should be thinking of giving up by now,” Lucian stated as Carlyle followed him from behind. “I don't think there's any way out of this for him. We have closed down every possible route for him and his men to gain supplies.”“That foolhardy bastard doesn't look like one who would give up easily,” Carlyle said as opened the doors of his alpha's chamber, feeling glad to be home after yet another conquest. “We'll give him a couple of days to think about it. Maybe seven days.”“That's more than enough time to regroup and prepare for a counter-attack,” Lucian protested as they both sat at a table in his chamber. “We must strike the iron while it's still glowing hot.”“Alright then,” Carlyle suggested, letting out a tired sigh. “Five days.”“Three days. We need them on their toes, and under pressure if we want their decision to be quick, and insensible.” Lucian leaned back in his chair. “That would be yet another territory under our grasp.”“Alright then,” Carlyle said, as he
“Oh sorry… I didn't know you both were here,” Elsa fumed out of the room, in anger, although she didn't show it outwardly. She had left the letter on the table before storming out of the room.“I've had enough,” she roared at her wolf. “I cannot keep up with trying to be nice to Anna while I watch Lucian slip out of my hands. You see how badly your plan had failed, Audra?”“Calm down,” Audra retorted. “You were not meant to walk in on that moment, in the first place. Just calm down.”“I'm done with calming down and taking things lightly,” Elsa snapped back at her, as she slammed her door shut behind her. “I'm going to make it happen my own way.” She sighed as she threw herself on her bed. “One more fake smile and I might just lose it already.”“I understand your pain,” Audra spoke to her suggestively. “You have been patient for quite a long time, and I guess that's weighing on you.”“Of course, it's weighing on me,” Elsa said. “Each day of the past three years has passed, only to brin
Anna's description of a perfect day was; a symphony of nature's finest sounds - the cheerful twittering of birds amidst a gently blowing breeze on a sun-drenched morning. The peak of her enjoyment came in the late hours of the morning when she luxuriated in the plush blades of grass in her mother's mystical garden nestled behind the house. The verdant foliage, interlaced with delicate blooms and the fragrance of nature's purest essence, offered her a haven of serenity that she could hardly resist.It was enchanting, as her mother's mystical powers preserved the plants from withering. She'd just lay on the soft grass, as she did that morning, gazing into the distant skies, observing intently whatever caught her eye.Besides the fact that she would turn eighteen, she just felt there was something special about that day. The eighteenth year was significant in the Silver Moon pack because, just as she was told, it was a year of transition. But she felt pretty different from her other frie
"Don't worry. We forgive you. We accept you for who you are." Anna's three brothers teased Mason for being too girly. While they had gifted her a bow, a silver dagger, and a book on swordsmanship, Mason gifted her a tiara. They teased him so hard that he blushed, though he tried hard to hide his embarrassment.Malcom, Morris, Martin, and Mason had come up to Anna's room to give their gifts before the occasion began, and it wasn't going too well for Mason. They were all seated on Anna's bed as they enjoyed some sibling time before the grand occasion."I couldn't think of anything else she would like." Mason tried to defend himself but to no avail. His defense seemed to have given more room for the tongue-lashing he got."Of course, you couldn't." Malcom capitalized on his statement. "You can't reason contrary to your natural inclination. We accept you regardless." Malcom grinned from ear to ear as the others laughed heartily.Anna was embarrassed for Mason but couldn't help but join in
Anna froze in terror as her eyes took in the gruesome scene before her. Silver stakes, wolfsbane-dipped silver arrows, and other weapons used to slaughter wolves were scattered haphazardly around the room. The pungent smell of silver mixed with the sickly smell of wolfsbane made her head spin, and her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. Her mind raced with questions, but the terror in the air was so palpable that she couldn't find her voice. Who…? Why…? How…? The answers seemed to elude her, and the overwhelming sense of dread that hung in the atmosphere was almost suffocating that it made her stomach churn with sickness. Trembling violently, Anna's eyes darted around the room, taking in the horrifying scene before her. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, and her stomach churned as she realized that every inch of the space was splattered with blood. As she scanned the room, her heart leaped into her throat as she recognized the familiar faces of her family members,
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the trees, Anna stirred from her uneasy sleep. The birdsong that filled the air seemed almost mocking in its cheerfulness as if taunting her with the reminder that the world continued to turn even as her own had been shattered.She half-hoped that she was still lost in some terrible dream. She yearned to believe that the night before had been nothing more than a terrible dream, a nightmare from which she could wake up and start anew. But as she sat up, the harsh reality hit her like a punch to the gut. The events of the previous night had etched themselves into her memory like a cruel tattoo, indelible and searing. They were not some figment of her imagination but a stark, unwavering truth that she could neither escape nor deny.Right there in the lonely space in between tall trees, she lay. The day before, she was on the cushion of her mother's enchanted garden; now, she sought solace in the coarse ground ornamented with leaves and twigs. Sh
Each thorn Anna pulled out seemed to take a piece of her with it. She had yet to grasp how she had gone from preparing for her eighteenth birthday to being hunted like a game. She felt the wounds close up as she pulled out the last thorns. She'd stopped behind a huge tree trunk to get herself together a bit before resuming the race. The little sprint races she'd had with her brothers growing up had come in handy at such a crucial moment. She'd given them a decent distance.They're getting louder... her heart began racing as she could sense those heavy footsteps approaching yet again. Her racing heartbeat soon translated into a dash forward, diving deeper into the deep green. They were probably farther away than she'd thought, but the current situation seemed to intensify all her sensory perceptions.Anna kept running, hoping she wouldn't run into something worse in those woods. The Silver Moon had other enemy packs with no small resentment for their domineering nature. Richard had str
"Be quiet, else you'll awaken her." One of the cloaked women whispered, her voice barely above a whisper."We can't let her breath for another single moment." The other cloaked woman hissed, her voice laced with urgency and hostility.Anna's eyes slowly opened, her vision was blurry, but she could make out a circle of mysterious cloaked figures surrounding her. Their faces were hidden, but their presence was daunting. As soon as they realized she had awakened, they began to chant in unison, "Sha'id," which caught her off guard as it was the exact phrase she used for the mirror back home. She tried to make sense of it, but her mind was still foggy, and her body was weak.At first, the chanting was barely audible, a soft murmur in the distance, but it soon became deafening. Anna's heart was pounding in her chest, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She saw the cloaked figures surrounding her, their eyes glowing with an eerie light.They began to move in unison, their movements coo