Third Point Of View:Half of the pack houses were in a state of disarray.They were packing their luggage and possessions.Saying goodbye to their closest friends and family members who chose to remain on pack premises.Martin and Graysen are doing errands with some Alphas and dealing with pack members who refused to remain in the pack and be part of it.Fleurie was packing her luggage in her room, the guest room she was granted when she entered their lives.She feels like she's barging into the pack without giving a fuck about anyone. It felt rude.But it seemed so perfect to her.She was at home.Home.A term she never thought she would have in her life.Fleurie became a blushing mess when she heard her mate mention "our."A mate.It's bizarre, strange, and terrifying.Marisa, Martin's sister, stood outside the Luna's room, terrified and apprehensive about approaching the Luna since she saw how frail and delicate she was.She was thinking about whether she should simply avoid her and
Third Point Of View: Once upon a time, there lived a wicked witch named Eve. Isis was the name of a wicked witch who was also referred to be a goddess. And there was a wicked witch who was also known as Queen, and her name was Medea. They all sprang from the same womb and woman, had the same mother, but no father. She produced them all by herself, using a few of her soul spirits. Fire, Medea controls it, she turns to a lot of dragons, she wanders in the dark, with her Mahogany eyes, long black with swirls of fire hair, smoke circle her body and floats above her incandescent skin, daring you to touch it, sparks pop in her lips, a soft glow shines where her pulsing heart lays, blazes beneath her ribs radiate warmth for all to enjoy, smouldering coal eyes freckles, forest fire tempers destroy everything in their path.Eve, the water she controls, if you ever go through deep water she will be with you, draining your life out, she's the evilest, she wanders the water with her pixie whi
Third Point Of View: "They are in Akari's kingdom grounds," Isis whispered softly, as baby clouds danced with her hair strands. She pushed the birds away from her shoulder and took a determined step toward the flaming hair witch. "She's coming back then," Medea exclaimed angrily, her mahogany eyes blazing. "We have to get moving," Eve remarked. "Call your partner Medea, he must be here," Isis said as she exited the room. Meanwhile, the pack members were transfixed by the kingdom's castle. Graysen, his mate, his parents, and the pack members emerged from their vehicles, staring at the massive castle that stood beyond the green meadows. The castle stood majestically behind creaking iron gates, surrounded by rows of skeleton trees topped with scarlet and swinging softly in the brisk fall breeze. The beautiful marble fountain stood at its doorway, the subtle gurgle of the pure water lovely as it reverberated in the surrounding calm. The castle was kept encircled by a twisted fence
Third Point Of View: "Ryan, we're going to the castle," Medea said to the man who was sleeping on their bed. He questioned his lovely mate, who had topaz blue eyes full of emotion and silky dirty blonde hair. "Are they relocating already?" Medea sat by him, holding his hand in hers and softly caressing it. "They are, indeed." With a heavy sigh, he mumbled, "I'm so terrified." " Trust me, everything will be OK." She gives him a caring smile. "Hopefully," *** Fleurie awoke with the warmth of her man wrapped around her, his muscular arms embracing her close to him, she looked at the elegant golden little alarm clock on the table beside their king-sized bed, it was 7:04 a.m., and she wanted to snuggle more with her mate, but they would be late for school. She started praying Graysen's arm away from her, making sure not to wake him up then she went to the bathroom to shower and dress in the walk-in closet for school. She was dressed in a Nike hoodie, jeans, and her new white sne
Third Point Of View: Ryan went forward, and the others quickly followed. Border patrols were perplexed when strangers entered their territory; they couldn't smell or sense them, and pandemonium erupted through the kingdom's mental link. Intruders, Alpha. One of the warriors alerted their Alpha in the midst of the chaos. Women and children make your way to your home's bunker. Graysen became aware of the unease being transmitted over the mental connection. He bolted from the kitchen. "Do something to keep them from getting any closer," He ordered the father of the land and woods. By their father's order, the gigantic tree roots wrapped themselves around the invaders, trapping them in place, tightening around them, ensuring that they would not escape or try to march anyone with the intention of harm. Eve and Medea resisted, attempting to utilize their magic but failing due to the father of forests and land's magic. Ryan and Isis remained still; they expected this, they knew they
Third Point Of View: Fleurie stayed in the castle today, stressed out by all that had occurred to her in the last several days. From the mate thing to the kingdom, it all was overwhelming. She lay on her, and her mate's bed, looking at the ceiling, her mind empty of thoughts, and she felt empty on the inside. The profound hole in her heart, as well as the mental scar caused by her father, are becoming deeper by the day, like a shard of broken glass that she cannot reverse. She had the feeling she may break in at any moment. She does not want to be in this pain any longer. Why can't she simply let it all go? Why can't it all come to an end? why? Why is life so difficult in our world? What had she done to deserve such torture? What was Luna thinking when she did this to her? Why did she choose Graysen as her mate? He is deserving of someone better. He deserves someone who isn't as damaged as she is. He deserves someone lovely. The small kid within her desired to survive, bu
Third Point Of View: Fleurie frowned at the sound of the familiar name; the realization hit her quickly, and memories rushed back like wild waves in the middle of a storm. Her heart swelled and exploded with pain; her brother had returned, and just seeing him caused her pain; the sadness drained through her rather than skating over her skin. It managed to pass through every cell on its way to the ground. She filtered it, but strangely, she kept what was pure, leaving only the dirt. She arose from the couch, her body shaking and trembling. She dashed toward the stairwell, tears streaming down her sunken cheeks. Ryan's heart was clenched in agony. Marisa chased her up the stairwell, and Apollo quickly flew toward the stairs; whenever the vibes become gloomy and intense, he shifts immediately. Graysen felt her anguish, but he needed to finish dealing with them before going after his mate. Fleurie slammed the door shut and curled up in one of the room's corners. Marisa rushed into
The morning came with their hearts still aching. Fleurie's forehead is throbbing from the torment she has endured. She refuses to see him. She does not want to see anyone. She only wants to be with her mate. She just wants to be surrounded by her mate's warmth, scent, and everything else related to her mate. The mere thought of her brother's presence causes her to shake with rage. He abandoned her. He didn't return to her. He abandoned her to a monster which completely destroyed her life. A monster who left mental scars on her. Her childhood was ruined by a monster. A monster that had contaminated every part of her body. She would never be able to forgive him. "What are you thinking about?" her mate's deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She stared silently into his eyes. She traced his face with the tip of her fingers slowly. She smiled but immediately winced due to her forehead. "Be careful," Graysen warned, gently kissing her stitched forehead. "You're handsome,"