I hit the ground running. Nothing would hold me back. The king was already way ahead and I could not let him go alone. He was tearing through the land in a way I had never seen him do. I thought I was the fastest runner in the realm but I guess I was not. The king was something else. His anger or his crazy pushed him to run in a way I would have thought impossible for a wolf. His hind legs were as if floating in the air, barely seeing them touch. His body moved so gracefully yet he tore through the way like it was nothing. I closed my eyes, bringing forth my inner darkness and let it push me forward. It was like hitting fast forward as I sprung through enough to get me just behind him. I was trying with everything in me to keep up but he was something else. I never would have thought he could be so beastly. Even then he was snapping his teeth, looking as if ready for war. My head picked up, realizing we were nearing the boarder. My chest just went frantic because it did not seem as

I will honestly say that seeing Brum like that traumatized me. It just showed me how I could not even fathom the way he was so broken inside. The relationship suddenly seemed so clear. Conri had always been the protector, always been looking out for his cousin. He was all he had, they loved each other very much. At that point it even seemed as if Conri had been playing the father figure. I wondered what the age difference was. At that point they looked as if they were the same age but the way they acted around each other, Conri seemed to be way older. I kept my cries low, wiping my tears as best as I could but they just kept coming to a point I felt like I would shutter from such hurt and sadness. Brum cried until he stopped, pulling away from Conri who still pat him, brushing his back. The silence spread, both of them staring at each of their past with it looking back at them. Brum bent over, collecting all the bones ba

It was the last supper and I was about to turn things around real quick. What outfit would one wear to that? I decided on a white body hugging dress that was long sleeved with a turtle neck style. The material was thick and one of the best, it stretching out every curve I had and tightening everything else in. My feet found themselves slipped into red stiletto pumps that could take a werewolf’s life just from one kick. My hair was brushed back and tucked behind my ear, pressed down with not even a strand straying out. In that day I had felt many emotions and I was about to make a lot of people feel so many things too, not as pleasant for them. My heels clicked and echoed all through the hall way with each stride I took. My mind running back in the shower having my breath hitch. The king had took it into his hands to clean me to his satisfaction even after much protesting from me but I had got so excited when I had my own chance to explore his body. I scrubbed him clean from head to t

After we all ate, everyone eating in silence, the king then stood up to mention that they would all march out at night to the Valley of death where the war was being fought. The warriors had been told much earlier so the whole pack knew at that point. They were all even sadder, heads bowed. It was the saddest moment in my life with the room falling even more silent if that was possible. One of the head warriors had then stood up and said a prayer for the whole pack and all of them that would march out to the battlefield.The king sat down for a few more minutes, nothing said, just staring around at his people and somehow I could not read him but he was not okay, I could see that. He was never okay. My hand slipped on his thigh, giving it a brush then moved until I found his hand, taking it in mine and feeling his fingers lace through.I squeezed his hand a couple of times, reassuring him that things would be better. I knew better days were coming. My eyes went through all the warriors

CONRI’S P.O.V It had been well over two weeks in the goddess forsaken place. We camped in the forest only to emerge when the enemy had approached to fight. It seems they keep multiplying and there is no way I am seeing that we could win the war. My body was throbbing but not as much as my head. It’s a fight day and night with bodies of my men, my own men, left scattered on the battlefield, bathing in their own blood. No matter how much we pushed it seemed we could never get ahead of this war. A sigh escapes me, my eyes red with no sleep in all the two weeks being there. There was no time to sleep when the enemy could strike anytime, there was no time to sleep when all my men depended on me. They were getting scared I could see, they were seeing the impossible situation we were in. Who would blame them? Fighting with the vampires was like gambling with your life knowing your odds were low. They were just too many. My hand ran through my hair. The rogues usually gave the vampires a h