A diminishing fireball peeps from the dark adamant cloud. It struggles to make its appearance once in a while and gives up when the heavy clouds deny giving way. The air is soothingly chilly and so is the rainy climate. Duong is drenched with occasional drizzles accompanied by heavy downpours. Alongside ferocious thunder and reckless wind echoed high notes and beats in the surrounding neighborhoods, scaring away the flying creatures. The master at the piano is an aged expert who has witnessed and survived more monsoons than there are creatures on the planet; the neverending Daeyang. The vastness of the ocean resembles a ballerina twirling in delight. It moves in synchronisation with nature posing challenges to the vessels struck in its belly. Sometimes it would engulf the vessels in its long, wet arms from all sides and sweep the crews across one edge of the board to another, earning curses and shrills of protest over its mischief. Other times, it would melt into jelly and swin

‘Holy Moly!’ My mouth falls open as soon as we pass the dim, stinky back corridor that opens in an adjacent hall. The hall resembles…well a hall. What else would an open space with lounges, big portraits of grinning wolves, stupid vases and glass windows look like? It’s your regular waiting lounge irrespective of the location and it kicks me pathetically back in nostalgia. ‘I miss my castle so much.’ Ella pouts. ‘I miss it too, Sweety. Those yellow and red roses. Those flower beds, our study, the painting room, the soft fluffy bed, our living room with those special lights that we especially imported from Vampan, and the closet. My clothes!’ I miss all of it. I had modified every corner of My Manor myself. From the colour on the walls to the hangers, pictures, and crockeries—I chose every single one of them myself. It was my special place. My kingdom where I had absolute control over my life. ‘Ahan.’ I signed. ‘I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get back to that place.’ ‘Alright, b

One wicket down! I smirk, peeking from behind the curtains. Across the room, Julie and Sierra share a funny look. Both of them are as clueless as the presently weeping Alpha is. ‘Would somebody tell me what the hell happened? Arin! Arin! Wake up! Open your eyes! Arin!’ The jerk jerks his mate’s limp body by the shoulder to get a response out of her. None came. None will come!I wish for her soul to be travelling in some LA-La Land on its way to the hell where she belongs. ‘WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? WHY IS MY MATE NOT RESPONDING?’ Alpha Ibhaan snaps at his beta as he gives another violent jerk to an unconscious and visibly swollen Luna.It’s all vivid after that. A scene straight out of an Action/Thriller movie that’s surprisingly pleasing. Alpha Ibhaan falls on his knees before his would-be wife with a crestfallen expression straight out of the opera. Beside him Beta Kavish is alarmed. He punches keys in his cell phone as he furiously barks orders to subordinate

‘Bruhhhhh…You showed them. You showed them. You showed them.’ Sierra gushes over in a whisper as we shuffle past a group of young wolves smoking their lungs out. They eyed us hungrily and whistled. ‘Looking for a company hottie. Lemme take ya home.’ The tallest in the lot grunts, practically eye-raping Sierra. ‘Keep dreaming jerk.’ Sierra retorts, fisting her palms to the side. She rolled her eyes at him and kept walking. I marvel at her patience with the lewd. Maybe she has gotten used to such derogatory comments while working as a waitress. ‘I’ll fuck ya in my dream. Though I’d prefer reality. Wanna do ya say. In the car trunk?’ His equally lecherous companions guffaw at his comments. Ella hisses in my head. I swear I want to shred life out of his body bit by bit. Who does he think he is dealing with? Sierra is a queen. How could someone talk to a female like that? Is this the best his mother could do? I personally hate this about the wolf. The pups' production occurs in bulk

Mena Hospital. ‘Hehehehe.’ ‘Shh…Psht…hehehehehe’ ‘Be Quiet, Crawling insects! They’ll see us.’ I whisper yelled at the trio stifling giggles. ‘Hehehehehe.’ Sierra’s shoulders vibrate. Over her shoulders, Julie is struggling for breath as she wipes the tears from the corner of her eyes. I glance at the the billboard is illuminated with bright lights over the top of a glass building and couldn’t help but smile. ‘Meena…What kind of Lycan names himself after a female. Meena. Hehehehehe. I remember my gardner’s wife at the manor. She was Sheena. I think he is her lost twin brother. Meeennnaaa.’ Julie gasps falling into fits of giggle. Even Lily is giggling. Across us the hospital premise–all tall and visible loom over. It is intimidating even from far away. I crane my neck up and stare at the building with so many emotions creating a tornado inside my heart that I almost lost it. My breath is hitched and my eyes wide as a soccer ball. I am close to hyperventilating. I am th