CHAPTER 2- HIS MOON
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ALAENA’S POV
“My moon” he liked to call me.
My father Moraxes, was my whole world and an only child like me but always made sure I wasn’t lonely whenever he wasn’t out fighting the war, especially when my mother died.
I always used to think he wasn’t meant for this world or this generation of war. He loved peace and no one was more happy when these two years had gone by without conflict.
He rather not fight, but was a well-seasoned warrior whose powers had manifested completely he had mastered our people’s dark magic to the fullest.
People used to say I was his weak link, turns out they were right because now I got him killed.
“It’s a trap!” Sergei screamed as he rallied the Wolves of the west to go on the attack, the Eastern wolves had lured them into an ambush.
I still stood there rooted to the spot, the decapitated head of my father a few meters away from me.
I looked up and there he was standing over the lifeless, headless body of my father.
Roy Silvermane, through the commotion going on around, felt like it was just me and him standing across from each other.
My father's blood splattered all over his body and face.
His blue hue eyes gave away nothing, cold and emotionless.
How could they hold any form of emotion?
His face expressionless
I could feel the shock wearing off and the rage taking over, I knew I didn’t stand a chance but I didn’t care.
Death seemed like such a beautiful concept right now I wanted to go be with my papa.
“Alaena watch out!”
That was the last thing I heard before I blanked out.
Someone had hit me behind the head.
The ringing sounds came back again, the chaos faded into nothing and my eyes slowly shut.
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Everything hurts, everything.
I slowly open my eyes, sh*t I’m alive.
How Is that possible? I slowly turn while still lying on the floor, I catch a figure by the corner of my eye slowly beginning to feel the warmth of the campfire that is lit in front of me.
I try to sit up, but it feels like my whole body is too heavy for me.
“Don’t bother, you can’t move well till it wears off”
Whose voice was that?
I didn’t recognize it.
I felt two hands on my shoulders as I was propped up to rest on the trunk of the tree hovering above.
Then a wet sensation came over my lips, oh I was being given water my captor wanted me alive.
After the much-needed drink my vision was getting clearer, I could see the person but not the face a hood was covering the face.
“We need to move soon”
The voice said again this time turning so the fire cast a small light on this person's facial features.
His blue hue eyes struck through the dim campfire.
It was Roy Silvermane.
I am stuck in the middle of the swap with the man who killed Papa.
He noticed the shocked and startled look on my face, but again his face gave away no emotion.
“Why did you do it?”
I asked barely getting the words out while gritting my teeth.
Again no f*cking reaction, no reply at this point I began to seethe with anger.
“DID YOU NOT F*CKING HEA-“
I couldn’t complete my sentence before He swiftly dashed across and held my mouth tightly with his palm
“Yell again and they’re going to find us!keep your f*cking mouth shut!”
He whispered in a firm but quiet way.
His eyes gave away the first bit of emotion, I could see it now he was only a few inches away.
Who’s “they”?
Are we both in trouble?
I thought I was the victim.
And why is he f*cking attractive?
His blue hue eyes, strands of his silver hair escaping the hood.
He was closer so I could see his features better, slender nose, a full silver-colored beard too, and a large frame. Too bad I was going to kill him when I had the chance to.
A blood-curdling shrieking sound snaps me out of my mini trance this hunk of a man put me in.
He lifts his hands from my mouth.
“They’ve spotted us”
He said as we quickly dashed to pack up the few things he had left on the other side.
“Who?!”
I asked confused and panicking, I still couldn’t move properly.
“Croonies!”
He replied quickly packing up.
“ I have to sedate you again ”
He said walking towards me.
“Again?”
I wondered what happened the first time.
“I need to shadow meld to lose them, to do that you need to be sedated so you can be perfectly still, I’ll be faster that way”
He hurriedly explained as he reached his pocket
for the sedative.
“It won’t be as strong as the first one, you’ll be aware of what’s going on but won’t be able to move and it’ll help with the pains”
He said as he put the rag over my nose.
Why does it sound like he is helping me?
Is he lying about the Croonies?
Is he kidnapping me and taking me as hostage to the Eastlands?
Everything began to fade again but this time I was awake and aware of my environment, he quenched the campfire and darkness enveloped us both.
My eyesight in the dark is supposed to be way better if my powers had manifested oh how I needed them now.
I felt myself being propped up like a feather, I was on his shoulders and he started moving.
It felt like we were gliding, I read in the history books that on a full moon some packs of the Eastlands could shadow meld. The moon enhanced their speed and they could move as fast as shadows through the trees and swaps.
I could barely see a thing, but I was damn sure I saw two figures catching up to us.
The blood-curdling shrieking happened again, there were two of them and they were right on our tail.
They zigzagged behind and flanked us on each side.
Then a scream came from above us, I looked up and a huge feral Croonie was diving straight towards the two of us.
Finally death, I get to meet Papa.
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