Chapter2
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Talia's POV
“Dorian! What in the goddess's name is going on?” I fumed.
No reply came from him. It was as if he had been hypnotized. He barely made a sound or movement.
He stood still watching the moon rise to its full form. The winds were as fierce as they could be.
I had put up a strong fight with the winds to maintain my balance as they sought to wipe me off my feet.
Again, I called out to him, but there was no answer. This frightened me as I could not make sense of this behaviour.
Soon he shifted his gaze towards me. I was shocked as his wolf eyes had bored into mine.
I could feel a sense of self-awareness departing from my being.
He grabbed my hands, connecting the bonds between us.
I could feel the knot tied between us as it bore us open.
I could feel his skin as if it were mine, see through his eyes and could feel him see through mine.
His heartbeats had become mine, each breath had felt his, and his mine.
The moment had intertwined our very being, leaving us in the soul's feet of one another.
I could feel the power of the moon now more than ever. I could sense the wolf buried beneath me awakening.
All these feelings of elation freed me from the shackles of my void and self-pity. Then the words came.
“By the goddess of the moon,
By the light of the elders,
By the moon's blood,
And the curse of the moonstone,
I, Dorian Thornbite, reject you, Talia, daughter of Lord Ashenpaw, as my mate.”
It snapped. The knot tied had been broken, and I could feel it.
It came sharp and fast, smearing through my being, leaving nothing but evaporated feelings.
I could feel an icy breath creeping into my flesh. Bit by bit, I lost all sense of touch. The warmth, the heat, all gone.
My lungs felt clumped with loads of ice, and each breath proved more difficult than the last.
Soon my vision diminished. Little by little I struggled to maintain his facial features. And so the darkness took over, leaving me in a flood of unconsciousness.
I was dead, that I knew of. My heart had stopped beating because I could hear and feel it. But what I could not make out was how.
How was I still alive in my unconsciousness? And which heart had kept me going?
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“Who is She?” A voice spoke.
It was little and fainter. The voice had come from a distance. It was whispering to my ears.
“Yet to find out, Lady Asher.” Another replied.
“Come sorceress, tell me what happened to her.” The same voice spoke again.
Sorceress? It reverberated in my mind as I struggled to gain consciousness about my whereabouts.
I had heard of such a name only from childhood tales. One that had power bestowed upon her by the moon goddess, capable of performing magical acts no one else could.
“Where am I again”? I thought to myself as my eyes gave way to the bright red light in the room.
“She is awakening.” The sorceress spoke.
“By the goddess!” Lady Asher, the voice I had known to speak earlier exclaimed.
“Red eyes!” Another blurted out.
“An Alpha!” Yelled the sorceress.
“Impossible!” A thin-voiced lady roared from a distance.
“Alpha Steppenwolf will be pleased.” Said, Lady Asher.
“Alpha Steppenwolf?” I exclaimed, as I slowly lost consciousness and collapsed back into the cushioned bed I lay on.
“She's not fully fit.” Said the sorceress.
“Whatever had happened to her had done a terrible thing to her mind.”
“I fear she needs more time to recover”.
These were the last words I heard as I slowly sank back into the nothingness I had come from.
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Dorian! Dorian! Dorian! My subconscious kept calling.
I could not make out the state I was in, all I knew was that I was dreaming.
Dorian! I called as I kept falling from the top of the Celestial Nexus, arms waving as his hands were within arms reach, but I could not reach it.
Before I could get to my final destination, I sprinted forth from the bed out of my dreams, only to be met by powerful reddish eyes staring down at me from the shadowed spot in the room.
Frightened at first, I decided to call out my intimidator.
“Who are you?” I yelled. No reply came.
“Show yourself!” I retorted.
Just then he came out of the shadows. I could see him.
He was quite tall with broad arms and short grey hair, though his body had an athletic build.
He had a balance on his feet, complementing the rest of his body, and he walked as one with such authority as he approached me.
He did seem harmless and harmful at the same time, which was difficult to distinguish.
“What is your name?” He voiced.
Calm and bold was the expression in it. His deep masculine voice resounded several times in my head.
It gave me a feeling of relaxation, assuring me of safety.
“My name is Talia. I'm daughter to Lord Jarek Ashenpaw, Alpha of the Wildwood Coven.”
I said with a bit of pride in myself, hoping that wherever I was, they would remember the Ashenpaw name and send me back home.
“Wildwood Coven?” He said with expressive gestures that he knew of my pack.
“The last of the Wildwood pack.” He said.
“The what?” I questioned.
“Do you know how long you have been out?” He questioned.
“How what?” I replied.
“You need more time to rest. The servants will attend to you.” He said while leaving the room.
I was left disturbed as to what he meant by last of.
Where was this place? Not one I recognised. The air was cooler than the one at home.
The room was fascinating. It had this antique nature and was quite spacious. The windows were larger than the doors at home.
The chandelier and aesthetic decorations had revealed wealth and lots of it. Whoever they were, they were extremely wealthy.
My curiosity was cut short as the door swung open, revealing a lady in blue as she walked towards me with a tray of food.
“You're an omega!” I said.
“My name is Lisa Montell, and I'm your servant.” She replied.
“Wait, how did I know you're an omega?” I questioned.
She gave me a look, trying to read the idiocy I had displayed on my face before replying to me.
“All wolves know my Lady.” She responded.
I was fascinated. I could catch her scent and tell what her status was.
“By the goddess!” I exclaimed within me.
“What does this mean?” I thought to myself.
Never have I ever been able to sniff anything before, let alone catch the scent of another wolf.
“What was this place, and who were these people?”
“And what did he mean by last of?”
“My little sister?”
“My mother?”
These thoughts kept creeping into my head as I began to panic.
I could hear her heartbeat getting louder by the second.
Soon the room became red, and the sight was heavenly.
Lisa dropped the tray as she ran out, screaming—red eyes.
I dropped to my knees as my bones began reshaping.
Something was going on in me and it was a new feeling, one I had never experienced.
Something was stretching deep within me, wanting out, and I had no control over it.
I could feel my hair follicles growing in substantial amounts.
Each stretch had brought a new feeling around me. Freedom was the word for it.
When it was over, I could see a reflection of myself in the mirror.
A black and brown fur coupled with feral red eyes.
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