“What are you doing?” the man with the crushed hand cried from where he was. “Get her!”The he-wolf's voice jolted Zaramanni from her deepened thoughts. She took a quick look around and saw that the other men were charging at her. Her right foot quickly took a step back and settled firmly into the ground, and the knee of her left foot dipped a little. With a deep line of scowl on her forehead, Zara wiggled her fingers, eager to see what disaster they would bring upon the audacious men.But before the angry fists of the men could reach her, her feet lifted off the sandy ground within seconds and the unexpected move caused the men to rush their mouths into the depth of the land. Lightly, Zaramanni’s floating body landed on the ground and her sharp sight watched the hefty men spit out soil from the innards of their lips.“Are you okay?” Zara quickly darted her attention to the sight-deprived man who was now standing straight, dusting off things he was unable to see with eagerness in h
“Zaramanni, how do you know about the Overlord?” Beta Zoey inquired while Zara’s mind became jumbled.Her forehead creased and she rushed air out of her mouth, trying to keep herself calm. Then, as she tried to stay still in Zoey’s solid hold, Zaramanni asked, “Does it matter how I found out? Why didn’t you tell me that he was dead?”“And, why would I do that?” The mid of his forehead wrinkled. “As far as I am aware, you and the Overlord don’t have any business together. So, why would you be concerned about him?”“Because…” Zara quickly bit back the words she was about to utter. “Because?” Their bodies were still flowing with the river and Zoey's grasp around her waist was still intact. More reluctant to give a response, Zaramanni’s gaze fell on the mountain of trees ahead, her incisors biting into the flesh of her lower lip. “Because?” Zoey’s low voice asked again and Zara found herself giving him a response in her mind. 'Because it means that the dragon is right. And, that means t
Zaramanni had often wondered what the rooms on the other side of the manor were like. So, with seriousness, she took in the interior of the grand fireplace room they were in, and she found that the space was more beautiful than her room.Coupled with the delightful use of reddish-brown wood that created architectural magic, the plain walls, heavily patterned drapes, and growing warmth made the space more comfortable to look at and be in.“Here,” Clarissa said, her hand stretching a ceramic cup in Zara’s way, the steam emitting from the object making Zaramanni curious about the content of the cup. Bracing her lips for the slight torture that it was about to face, Zaramanni surfaced her nostrils above the steam and noted the sweet smell the liquid was giving. If her guess was right, it smelled almost like the strawberry tea her Granny took four times a week. Soon, the heated liquid went down her throat in small sips, the burning sensation dying before the drink could reach the back of
Ensuring that her slender figure was still covering Isaac, Zaramanni wore a deep scowl in reaction to Lord Elias’s unbelievable words. Then, with a certain thickening in her voice, she asked, “What do you mean by that?”“Zaramanni, are you questioning me?” “I think I have to, considering the ridiculous statement you just made.”Lord Elias’s brows went up a notch. He was about to take a sharp breath that would precede a loud utterance, but he stopped himself. His right hand gave a dismissive wave and he faced the guard on his side who was boldly wearing a wolf-head necklace. “I have no time to deal with her, get her out of the way and bring me the young wolf.”A curt nod from the long-haired man and he began to strut toward Isaac who Zaramanni was still blocking from prying hands.“Not a step forward,” Zara ordered the he-wolf who was also wearing arm splints with purple wolf marks, an indication that he was of the gamma rank, one of the elite guards. “Not a single step forward,” she
The day of the highly esteemed party arrived sooner than Zaramann expected. While she wished to gather more mental strength to help her deal with being within a crowd, Zara found something else distracting her.As she settled into the passenger seat of the weremobile that was meant to take her and Clarissa to Zenrada’s palace, Zaramanni found herself raking her fingers through her newly cut hair.The moment Clarissa cut off a huge chunk of her hair was something Zara was yet to forget. Though she felt a slight ache in her head when the enormous scissors met her hair, the few seconds that followed greatly soothed Zaramanni’s soul.And things got better when she opened her eyes. Her hair, already shoulder-length and not haggardly cut, was no longer the shade of blue it was. As though watching something unbelievably miraculous, which they were, Zara and Clarissa kept their keen gazes on her hair as it began to curl on its own, wearing all the shades of colour it had worn before at the s
“Freaking amazing.” Clarissa clapped her hands loudly, her eyes twinkling as she watched Zaramanni twirl in her dress. “Absolutely amazing. I knew this dress was this one, but now that I see you in it…” A sharp breath and Clarissa moved closer to Zaramanni, her hands cupping the shoulders of her dress. “... I am more than certain that I did a great job.” The image in the mirror was strange to Zaramanni and that was because she was so beautiful. She had never seen herself looking that good. Before that moment, she never felt amazing about wearing clothes. What good were clothes if they failed to hide her uniqueness from prying eyes? That was what Zaramanni thought whenever her Granny tried to make her wear clothes that were fancier than her normal wear. But at that moment… Coupled with the shine in her hair and the unexpected glow on her skin, she was gorgeous. Zaramanni felt really, really good about herself. And Clarissa didn’t fail to share her excitement. But the she-wolf
Clarissa and Zaramanni sported bulged eyes as their eyes devoured the orange lights that filled the room. A chandelier hanging from a long chain, and the semi-circle-shaped tables that had exquisite chairs tucked into them, wore small bulbs of orange lights that made the room shine beautifully. But there was something about the chandelier. From afar, it looked as though it was flaming. It was a cool sight. Some people were already seated, and some were grooving to the vibrant music with bright smiles on their faces. Zaramanni, with a certain joy growing in her heart, took note of the many open windows in the large hall. Artistic stone arches formed the window frames, and the high apertures wore colourful ribbons that assisted the orange lights in making the room look more beautiful. “I don’t think the Alpha King will be coming today,” Clarissa said as she leaned closer to Zara’s ears. “Why?” “His seat is not here.” Zara’s lips scrunched while she followed Clarissa’s lin
It was as though stones had been fixed into the soles of her feet. Zara’s eyes felt itchy in the worst way. Her throat became dry, and she found it hard to let something soothe the feeling. And, her heart hitched for a second, only to thud mercilessly after.Zaramanni then closed her eyes. Before she opened them, she prayed, with all her might, that the woman covered in blood, that the woman close to death's doorstep, was not Clarissa.But when she opened her eyes, her knees kissed the ground. Zara became numb and the noise around her became faint mumbles. As the feeling of lifelessness rested on her soul, Zaramanni placed her sight on Clarissa. That was all she could see anyway. The terrible state of the she-wolf’s body was in focus and Zara could not stop releasing thick, short breaths as she tried to fully process the moment.But it soon occurred to her that she would never be able to process it. The fact that Clarissa, who she was speaking to minutes ago, was maliciously sprawle