Midnight Whispers

If I had learned anything from my father it was that family was above all else. No matter the situation it is your honour to protect and cherish your blood. As a packwolf that responsibility falls to the rest of the pack. The pack is your family. The pack is your home. Until of course rumours spread and soon you are in the doghouse.And that brings me here. Alpha Woods’ office. Having his penetrating gaze critiquing me and probably debating whether to suspend my privileges or stick me on night patrol for the month.I hadn't don't anything. I simply existed. Which of course meant the odd comment about my training for the Beta position to turn sour in my packmates minds. I had dismissed the odd rude comment but what that male Warrior said was by far out of line. He mocked my father who had died defending the border from vampires. It was an honorable death and not one to be mocked.Alpha Woods exhaled leaning back in his chair, “Why must you press this issue?”I bristled biting my tongue

After the crying fit in the bathroom we had cleaned ourselves up looking presentable once more. Before quietly slinking back to our post. My fear was to be caught slacking on my job here tonight. Something that just wouldn't do. I felt slightly better about the whole situation now that we had discussed it. “I wish they had told me.” I spoke softly to Vivian.Seeing her nod her head in response.I went back to observing the room when my eyes locked on a figure dressed in black. My best guess a male. He ducked his head down before turning away. He wandered about not seemingly too interested in anything. Or anyone for that matter. Strange. Most people were always at the Mating Ball for something.He had neatly trimmed black hair. Definitely pale. Paler than normal anyway. I tried to catch his scent but it seemed to have vanished.“Who are you looking at?” Vivian leaned towards me. “Some guy catch your attention?” She quizzed, “I am impressed, who is it?” She said slowly slipping her eyes

-Justin-We had no real reason to crash this party besides the fact that Eric was bored. He claimed that he was in need of more souls to turn into shadow creatures. But honestly he was bored and wanted to drag me from my much needed rest.Eric taunted the girl as she sassed back. I forced my expression to be bored as he toyed with the twins for awhile longer. No matter how my feet itched to intervene, I stopped myself. As one of the girls revealed magic. I smirked to myself, This could get interesting…I watched the girl banter with Eric a bit more as he assessed her. He seemed to enjoy the fight even more with her cold exterior. More wraiths appeared and I tensed, Eric was a Shadow weaver meaning he had control over them, supposedly. Eric could weave and manipulate shadows to travel and even capture dead souls and turn them into wraiths. Yet wraiths were still somewhat feral creatures. They had talons which could slice through bone if given the chance. Not how I wished to spend my ti

It has come to my attention that I hate castles. I remember as a kid, wishing to live a life of luxury. Being a princess like in the pack stories which were passed around. I now realize that royal families with twins always end with blood being spilled or horrors in their wake. I decided to let that dream crumble.Yes, I wanted authority and wealth. Who wouldn't? All I knew was that I was content to have Vivian by my side. Knowing that nothing could ever come between us.That was until I arrived here. Vivian was alive. At least for now anyway. Having no idea where she was currently located was an issue. More importantly where we were was less than comforting. Justin navigated me through the winding halls which made my sense of direction and chance of escape seem pointless. So far I could sum the castle up into three words; dark, mysterious, and terrifying.This was not the typical stone castle. Oh no, the castle was made of obsidian blocks. A rare, heavy, durable rock which can only be

I skipped breakfast. Soon having second thoughts on the matter. My stomach was turning in knots, from fear or hunger I couldn't tell. I wouldn't be surprised if it was both.Emma had been lecturing me about bad eating habits all morning. In hopes to lure me to the dining room. I hadn't told her what Damion had tried to do. It didn't concern her and she didn't need to know, all she would do is worry more. And her worrying would lead me to worry. Luckily by morning my wrist had healed and was back to normal.“You know what? If you want to starve fine!” Emma snapped crossing her arms. “Don't come whining to me about it.” She sniffed turning to the window watching the pine trees sway in the wind, the tiny needles fluttered past the window as snow fell lightly.“You do know that I’m older than you right?” I pointed out holding in a laugh.“Val you won't even tell me what happened at dinner.” She drew in a deep breath to calm herself. The flowerpot on the table suddenly burst to life with a