The monster you made
517 Words
The rain came down like blades.
Cold. Sharp. Relentless.
Mira stood on the packhouse balcony, her silver hair soaked, the mark on her belly glowing faintly beneath her tunic. Below, the courtyard was filled with soldiers but her eyes locked on just one.
Her father.
Alpha Mordred Thornveil.
The man who had broken her bones and blamed her for her mother’s death. The man who had loved his second daughter and spat on the first. The one who would rather see her burned than crowned.
“You’re trespassing,” Kade said coldly, stepping beside Mira with his Beta and two guards at his back.
Mordred looked up, face worn from years of hatred. His eyes were the same steel-gray as Mira’s.
“I’m here for what’s mine,” he shouted. “My blood. My daughter. And the cursed thing she carries.”
Kade’s growl rumbled through the air.
Mira’s lips curled in a bitter smile. “Your daughter died the night you threw her into the cellar and left her for the rats.”
Mordred’s soldiers shifted uneasily.
He sneered. “You were born a mistake. A prophecy in a womb. Your mother should’ve drowned you the second you cried.”
“Funny,” she said, stepping to the edge, power crackling at her fingertips. “Because I remember your cries. When you begged me not to kill you… when I should have.”
The sky split with thunder.
And so did Mira.
Power surged through her like a storm given flesh. Her eyes burned silver, her veins lit like wildfire, and the sigils from the prophecy glowed brighter than ever.
The child inside her kicked and the air shook.
A ripple of magic burst out from her belly like a pulse, knocking back the nearest guards in the courtyard.
Kade turned to her, stunned. “Mira what was that?”
Mira clutched the railing. Her breath came in gasps. “I think… I think the baby’s awake.”
And the baby wasn’t calm.
It was angry.
It felt the threat. It recognized the man below as an enemy.
And it wanted blood.
Down below, Mordred growled and unsheathed his silver blade. “If she won’t come down, we take her by force!”
His wolves surged forward.
Mira’s wolves met them in a clash of teeth and claws.
Lightning lit the courtyard as the two sides collided blood splattering, steel ringing, fur ripping.
But Mira… Mira stayed perfectly still.
Until the second pulse hit her.
Her knees buckled.
And then She floated.
Her feet rose inches off the balcony floor, eyes going black, hair lifting with invisible wind. Her hands crackled with energy.
“Mira!” Kade shouted, grabbing her arm. “What’s happening to you?!”
She turned slowly to face him. Her voice was layered hers, and something other.
“The seal is breaking.”
And just like that, every window in the packhouse shattered.
Below, Mordred looked up and for the first time in decades, his eyes filled with fear.
Because whatever was growing in his daughter…
…was no longer his to control.
- Writer
