Cassandra’s point of view: The stench of blood evaded my senses. My stomach twisted at the metallic smell that completely engulfed me. I was rooted on the spot. Time seemed to have slowed down. The acid and metallic smell of it made me gag but there was no time to ponder over that feeling when the enemy pack was evading the pack. Yet, I was unable to move. I couldn’t hear and see what was going on around me. Every howl, growl, slashing sound and brawl faded into nothingness. My eyes were stuck on the stranger lying cold dead on the ground. I watched as his skin grew tight and ashen in color. “What are you doing? Let’s go,” Alpha Dalton’s voice pulled me out of my trance. “W-What?” I looked up at him, dumbfounded. “What, what?” He held my hand and pulled me along as he began running to the back of the pack house. “Where are we going?” I asked him as I ran along. “Not we, you are,” His response made me frown in confusion. “What do you mean?” I forced him to stop in his tracks
Cassandra’s point of view: We all held our breaths and waited as the noise got nearer and fiercer… until – - Until something or someone crashed straight into the wall. The little girl, holding onto my legs, jumped back with a bloodcurdling scream. I hastily picked her up and hid her face into the side of my neck. “Shush, don’t look!” I gently patted her back when she gripped my shirt with her hands fisted tightly. Instead of stepping back, I walked towards the wolf that had burst a hole through the wall. It was Marcus. He was badly hurt. I sat down on my knees to assess his injuries. There was a huge gash to the side of his neck. Blood was rapidly pouring out of it. “It’s okay, sweetie.” I set the little girl down on the floor beside me. “This wolf is one of us.” I told her before leaning forward to press a hand against Marcus’s wound. His condition was critical. The person who attacked him, aimed straight for his carotid artery, leaving him to gasp for breath and to plead for
Cassandra’s point of view: ‘You’ve got the power to protect them.’ The voice whispered. It had a controlling tone. I found myself get entirely hypnotized by it within seconds. Instead of fighting the voice, I got completely wrapped under its controlling power. I turned my head sideways and strained my ear when I heard the little girl shouting at me. “No, come back!” Yet, I didn’t move. I stayed still and waited for the advancing wolf. I clenched my hands by my sides until my fingernails dug into my flesh. A growing restlessness brewed within me. I needed to get rid of the excess energy that was suddenly growing inside my body. The restlessness was untamed and unpredictable. It came in spurts, hitting me at random and as such, I was forced to move along. The need to fight was acute. For some unknown reasons, I was unable to speak to my wolf. Sierra was there, stirring anxiously. Still, I couldn’t feel her but I was using her heightened senses. That was weird. If I was to descr
Cassandra’s point of view: When his dark grey fur had clashed with my vision, it was a stunning sight to behold for how quiet and fast he was – how smooth, too. The rogue got infuriated seeing Alpha Dalton. He dug his claws into the ground before leaping at Alpha Dalton, his claws held above, ready to be plunged into Alpha Dalton’s flesh. Dashing across the hallway, Alpha Dalton buried his fangs into the side of the rogue’s neck and ripped his neck apart. His head rolled off his shoulders and knocked against the wall with such brutal force that it sent blood splashing on the ground and on the roof. The rogue’s body fell limply by the side. A brooding silence overtook the air as everyone stood still, mouth agape with surprise. I looked over my shoulders when I sensed their fear. Turning around, I searched through the crowd for the little girl. Her lips trembled in fright when my eyes met hers. It pained me to see the frightened look on her face. Pressing my lips in a thin line,
Cassandra’s point of view: I woke up with a jolt, scanning the dark room with my keen senses, taking in the sounds of critters that slithered out at this time of the night. With trembling hands, I reached for the lamp beside my bed and turned it on. I wasn’t blinded by the darkness in the room. I could see pretty well at night. I sighed in relief when the light turned on. I glanced around my lit up bedroom, checking for any kind of shadows lurking from behind the curtains and furniture. The light provided me with a sense of protection, reassurance even from what I had just dreamt about. Unlike the recurring nightmares that I have had for the past few weeks because of Marcus, this time around, it wasn’t the same nightmare that haunted me in my sleep. It was about the attack, the same attack in which I had killed those rogues. I stared down at my shaky hands. For a split second, I almost screamed in fright when I noticed my fingers stained with blood until I realized that it wa
Cassandra’s point of view: Unlike the day of the attack, the pack hospital wasn’t packed with everyone running around treating the pack warriors and scouts who were injured, and trying to save the ones who were fighting for their life. There wasn’t much movement around. I walked further inside the hospital. The pack’s doctor and nurses were checking on the patients. There were some pack members standing around. They were here to visit their loved ones. They stared at me for a good amount of time before whispering among themselves when they noticed my presence. To say the least, it was awkward. That was one of the reasons why I had been staying in my bedroom and avoiding from coming down here. Gossips travelled fast in the Crescent Moon pack. Everyone learnt about the way I had slaughtered those rogues the morning after the attack. It was a cold-blooded bloodbath. I was afraid that they might think of me as an abomination. After what happened, I might think so myself. A voice sho
Cassandra’s point of view: I lifted my right hand to knock on his office’s door when Alpha Dalton spoke, “Come in.” There was a slight strain in the air. That was the first thing I noticed as I walked inside. To say the least, it made me feel intimidated. Alpha Dalton wasn’t looking at me. He was scribbling something on the piece of paper in front of him. Probably finishing some pack work, I thought. “If you are busy, I can come meet you later.” I offered, ready to walk out of his office. “No, stay! I’ll be done in a moment.” He ordered without even sparing me a glance. His Alpha tone made me freeze on the spot. “Okay, I will wait.” I hesitantly sat down on the couch by the door after closing his office door. He nodded, preoccupied. I felt slightly comfortable sitting nearest to the door. The tension still hung around in the air but I didn’t let it affect me. Taking in a deep breath, I looked around. There was a bunch of book-shelves stacked with a huge amount of old and ne
Cassandra’s point of view: ‘Do something!’ Sierra came to my rescue but her commanding voice made me so anxious out of nowhere that I panicked. What do I do?‘Do something to calm his wolf down. Anything,’ Sierra advised.Without giving it a second thought, I take his hand in mine, rubbing circles on his skin with my thumb and hoped that this would help calm his wolf down. I couldn’t tell why I did that but I just did it.And, it miraculously worked.After a whole minute of just holding his gaze, his eyes flickered down to my hand. With a short gasp, I quickly pulled my hand back on my lap.“I… uh… I’m sorry.” I apologized for having touched him without his consent.Was that really something to apologize about? I couldn’t really tell. I was dazed.Oh no! Realization dawned on me that something like last time was about to happen but it was too late to stop it. It had already begun. There was no point in trying to fight it.Why did I shorten the distance between us? I should have taken