We slowly mingled through the crowd as one moon wolf after another surrounded us, shaking Marco’s hand and bowing to him, rambling on about how much they love their new homes and the land they can live so freely on during the day. Marco interacted positively with them, assuring them that this will always be their new way of life and how he plans for it to only get better as I politely smiled and nodded along, pretending to show an interest. Whilst they were all so submersed in their discussions, my eyes waivered around the room to see how full it was of moon and sun pack wolves. Shoved together in such close proximity but they all still actively avoided each other. Here we all were, unnaturally forced to co-exist, the sun and the moon wolves having to learn how to survive and live in one territory, and I could see how uneasy my people looked, as the moon wolves dominated the room. In fact, they still dominated our entire lands, making us feel as though WE were the guests. I could se
I stared out of the window for over an hour, peacefully tucked away in my own personal bedroom that I finally had the chance to use.We had said goodbye to Levi and Brianna this morning, and although they didn’t seem as stand-offish as they had done, I couldn’t help that rush of fear that would randomly wash over me like a cold shiver up my spine.I shook my head in resentment, not just toward Marco and his pack, but also to my father. He taught me so much about our land, our people, the role and duties a Luna needed to fulfil, but what he never really divulged on, was the details of our surrounding packs and our history with them.All I ever knew, was that we didn’t get along, we were almost enemies in a way…. We don’t interact with them, and they don’t interact with us, it was every pack for itself! But what I’d come to learn in just a few weeks, was that most of what I thought I knew, was a lie. The other packs did in fact want to get along and work together especially when it came
I could feel a part of myself wanting to give up, merely out of exhaustion and anger. Once again I had cried, which is all I seemed to be doing lately. I slumped my head in my hands as I sat on the guest room bed with my knees up against my chest. I had been trying to sleep all night, but the moment I could see the sun peeping through the drapes and the birds twittering their morning call, I sat up, knowing I may as well give up getting any rest. I kept scolding myself, my mind going over and over of how I’ve become what I am! I used to believe and even feel that I was strong enough, that I could tackle and handle anything…. I never once wanted to give up on myself, or criticized my inner strength, the core of who I was as a person, but the last few months had tested me… it had pulled me back and forth, jerked me around then spat me back out and every time I thought I was coping or handling whatever situation I’d been flung into, I’d be tossed another blow and little by little I had s
Marco led the way as we walked down to the ground floor of the palace. On the east wing was a large room with a small desk and several cushioned chairs. This room was where our chief palace guard would schedule the duties of the day with any guards that were on palace patrol. Every night and day, there would always be two of our guards placed in this room, because on the left, opposite the desk was a heavy metal door. Marco commanded one of his guards to escort us and twist open the steel lock. The door creaked open and as his guard picked up a lantern next to the door, lit it and led us through. As soon as my feet hit the stone and narrow steps I was instantly hit with the smell of dung, mould and rusted metal, and the further we went down the steps, with just enough light to vaguely see your own two feet in front of you.We reached the underground of the palace, and along the brick walls were loose chains with cuffs hanging from hooks, and down the long cold corridor there was only
I exhaled heavily as I brushed my hair, staring out of the bedroom window as if in a trance, I must have put the brush though my hair about seventy times now. But I watched Marco like some creepy stalker as he was busy chatting to some of his guards by the new wall. Of course, I wasn’t checking him out, or ogling at him in a romantic way, I was merely gearing myself up to play a part I knew I had to do convincingly.After seeing Richard and Rorke yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Richard may still have a lot of loyalty and respect toward my father, but his faith that my father would return to save us was something I just couldn’t depend upon. I couldn’t let the days, weeks or months pass by with hope of some army my father managed to rally together, whilst in the meantime, Richard and Rorke, whom I care so much for would suffer and wilt away. But there was something else… something in my gut that was telling me not to wait, actually it was more like an urging! My instinc
Over the last four days, as much as it irritated and almost pained me to get along and even be nice to Marco, I also felt a sense of smug amusement. Any time he was surprised but receptive to my new attitude, I’d smile on the inside knowing I was getting closer to my goal, that as long as I played it right and remained patient, then hopefully he would he’d agree to free my beta and guard. Being nice, kind, agreeable and supportive always came naturally to me, but only when it was toward someone deserving of it, so with Marco, I found it a struggle. I’d have to bite my tongue every time I’d see his men casually strolling around with not much to do, taking it easy whilst my people were working to the bone. Any time he ridiculed the way my father used to run the pack, or if he was smug, brash and selfish, I’d try to contain myself from snapping at him. But at least now we were getting along better, my anxiety of walking alone outside amongst his pack wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been
Just as Marco had said, our dinner didn’t last well into the night, and as we said goodbye and headed upstairs, instead of going to the guest room, I turned right with him toward his bedroom.He looked at me in confusion as we walked side by side and he hesitantly opened the door for me to enter. “Is there something you need?” he asked as he hovered in the doorway.“What do you mean?” I replied as I gathered my pyjamas from the cabinet drawer.“Well, you’re in here and not your usual room. I figured you needed something”. “Am I not allowed to stay in here?” I questioned as I made my way to the bathroom.“Uh, yes. I just didn’t think you’d want to be back in here”. He said as he began to unbutton his shirt.“Well I’m here, so perhaps ease up on the questioning, you’ve been doing that a lot today”. I called back as I went into the bathroom to change.“I’m just a bit curious by your sudden change toward me”. He spoke up so that I could hear him through the closed door.Once I was dresse
“You have a visitor”. Nancy called out to me as she approached me coming down the stairs. She was one of our morning maids along with Lucile, however, Nancy was nowhere near as sweet and polite as Lucille was. Luckily she only worked two mornings a week, but whenever Marco didn’t eat breakfast with me, she would waltz into the room or the dining hall, roughly plonk down the tray with a huff and storm off. The only time she addressed me respectfully was when Marco was in earshot.She shot me a disgruntled look as Molly followed behind her through the palace doors. I ignored Nancy and looked past her shoulder to smile at Molly. “Molly!” I exclaimed with joy. “Well, this is a nice surprise, what brings you here today?” “Oh, I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing”. She replied nervously as she noted the three guards patrolling the hallway.“That’s so sweet of you”. I cheered as I neared her and took her hands in mine. “Marco isn’t using his study at the moment, so we can si
If things weren’t gloomy enough on an average summer day, it felt even harder now to find an ounce of joy or happiness now that the clouds were rolling in and the sun barely peeped any warmth through. I used to love autumn… it’s cool breeze, wind through my fur, running through the trees as their wet orange and yellow leaves brushed past me. I loved the smell of the damp grass, and the way the rain seemed to replenish the dry earth. But now, without the freedom to run around carelessly, or take a moment to stroll through the trees that surrounded our border, there wasn’t much left to enjoy about it, and for the first time in my life, I couldn’t wait for autumn to be over.I chucked on a thick cloak over my acceptable Luna gown and walked away from the window so that I could get on with baking the apple and pumpkin pies and deliver them all before the day had ended.I walked into the kitchen expecting to see one of the omega’s waitin