Chapter 27
POV: Prince Raven Pierce
The deafening silence of the entire forest was shattered by the swift and smooth movements of one of the most powerful males in the clan of Pierce.
He was running in a meteoric manner as he kept his tracks towards the Southern Side leaving only the print of his paws on the muddy and filthy ground.
Birds were flying away from their nests as he passed through the lofty trees where he was running into.
His pink tongue was swaying by the wind as he gracefully jumped on the lying log on the ground.
Nothing gets in his way never wanting to be sliced into two if they do it so for the prince’s eyes glowed with raging madness.
The moment he heard the news from his brother, he immediately alarmed the sentinel wolves to help him in patrolling and looking for the two imperative members of the Lunar Pack.
His heart beats at a faster pace than normal as he ran as fast as he could snubbing the branches of the trees as well as the vines that slapped his face. All that was on his mind was about the woman who had auburn colored hair.
His sleek black fur with some whitish highlights at the top of his head, illuminated under the almost full moon. He was running smoothly and swiftly that none of the sentinel wolves couldn’t keep up with him nor Arlan the second in command who had volunteered to join their searching team.
The prince could feel his adrenaline fueled his entire system as he sniffed the cold air. He growled in so much frustration as he couldn’t find Shahara’s scent in it.
Fear started to creep into him not for himself or his own safety as he ran towards the Southern Side; but it was for the woman whom he marked and treated badly.
He wanted to regret all of his words he had thrown at her. Although, he knew that it wasn’t his intention to do so, but maybe, he was gone too overboard this time making him feel downhearted.
For he knew, if anything happened to her, he would clearly blame himself.
With that, his strong resolve to find Shahara whatever it took him greatly intensified.
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POV: Tamara Davis
Meanwhile, Tamara could hear the snarling and whimpering inside her pretty little head, but her eyes were still firmly closed. Her senses were slowly fading away, but she knew someone was out there nearing her. Then, suddenly it vanished into thin air.
Silence filled the entire forest making the atmosphere filled with a melancholic way and the cold ground intensified her mounting grief.
She couldn’t move even an inch nor have the strength to open her eyes.
Her whole body ached, and she could feel the intensity of her throbbing wounds.
Her breathing was now unevenly slow, and she could hear her heart beating in a very sluggish way.
Tamara called all the saints and patrons that she knew.
She was silently hoping that someone in the pack well, the kinder ones could find her… and Shahara who were out there to God knows where. She was patiently pleading for their safety and not having been discovered by the rouges nearby.
Fear and worry attacked her entire system because of the flooding negative thoughts clouding her mind.
Was this her heartbreaking fate?
Would she meet her tragic demise here?
In the middle of the dark woods?
Would she now face death alone and… miserable?
Her fresh tears flowed freely on her face as the cold wind fanned her bare skin for she was now back in her human form… nude, wearied, and wounded.
She wanted to cover herself or to embrace herself with her arms, but she couldn’t. She was still facing the cold ground.
Tamara remembered her loving parents and their memories together. She hoped that she could turn back the time when they were happily living together regardless of how hard life was. She wanted to freeze the time, so she could still say how much she loved her parents.
Now, would she have failed to bring the truth and justice to them?
The solemness of the place wasn’t doing any good to her making her feel the grief that was gradually overwhelming her entire being and making her wolf whimper in so many intense emotions lingering over her.
Not until Tamara suddenly felt something or someone that was slowly moving towards where she was lying.
Its scent was oddly foreign, but… slightly quite familiar for she had already smelled that scent before. She just couldn’t comprehend where and when.
Tamara was silently hoping that it was someone who could help her, but the moment it spoke she already knew that it wasn’t her intention to do so.
“My, my… looked at what we had it here.”
A low and girly voice echoed that reached her ears followed by a vicious chuckle making her more scared.
“I wanted to tear you into tiny little pieces until you would be distorted right now, but let’s do it in a slow manner, yeah?”
Tamara could imagine the woman’s wicked smile through her way of saying those words. She tried to look at who the hell was this wicked and morbid woman, but her eyelids wouldn’t let her it was as if a huge heavy sack was over it.
She could feel the woman leisurely walk around her, as if scrutinizing every inch of her.
“What a waste.”
The woman said as she harshly stepped on her left leg, where the thorns of the vines pierced her a while ago. She already knew how badly it was at her state and this woman was making it worse.
She could hear a blissful and spiteful laugh from the unknown malevolent woman making her wolf ached to take over her as it tried to strengthen itself but failing miserably.
Tamara whimpered in pain, but the ruthless woman didn’t stop there; she could feel her elongated claws leisurely digging deeper into her injured leg and slicing it up to the lower part of her thigh. She shouted silently for even her voice was strenuously gone due to her dried mouth and was unquenching thirst.
“Oh, what a weak lady you are.”
Her sarcastic voice lingered through her that made her wolf disagree and grit in so much fury making her eyes darken more. But its weakened body was blocking it from taking over her.
The woman leaned over her to whisper in her ears. Her scent reached her snout and intensified her raging fury.
“You didn’t have any right to be my enemy. You were such a trying hard kind of a woman who just desired to be like us, but in the end you were not worth it to be my competitor.”
She whispered and dug her elongated sharp claws into her injured arm this time, and she bit her lower lip to ease her pain. Her breathing slowed down. Three deep scratches were visibly seen in her arm an additional to the three that Shahara had accidentally given her, where a fresh rich dark red blood streamed down to the ground. Her head was now spinning and her whole system was slowly shutting down.
“Too bad you were not going to continue being one of the candidates now. You weren’t fit to be the next Queen, though.”
The merciless woman hysterically laughed.
“Now, get ready to face your tragic and miserable death-”
But her hideous litany was interrupted by a loud ominous growl making the woman breathily cursed under her breath. But Tamara didn’t care anymore for her body was slowly deteriorating its own strength.
“I think I need to do this now. Goodbye, Tamara Davis.”
The cruel woman said as it injected something into her injured arm. Then, it immediately left her alone in the depths of darkness.
Tamara tried to open her eyes for the last time but her blurry vision just gave her a swift glimpse of the back of the blonde woman. She doesn’t know whether it was a good thing or not for her body slowly felt the slight tinge of pain at first. Then, she convulsed and felt a burning sensation making her eyes roll up at her head.
Consequently, she felt the coldness enveloping her system, and she hunched her back and hugged her cold knees stopping it from trembling uncontrollably.
Tamara let out a deep hoarse scream resonating throughout the entire dark forest.
The slow and weak beating of her heart was trying to deepen, making her whimper in so much pain like it wanted to burst slowly.
Then, everything went blank illuminating under the almost full moon, Tamara engulfed by the coldness of the ground… alone and barely breathing.
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POV: Shahara Vikesh
She was running irrepressibly in the middle of the woods on the Southern Side the place where evilness resides, but it doesn’t mind her though. She was already consumed with her raging anguish and dejection that she let her inner wolf take over her.
Her auburn fur danced with the cold wind as she jumped exceedingly to the log that blocked her way and ran speedily under the bright moon.
Her darkened eyes narrowed down into thin slits, for she could see someone a few meters away from her and blocking her way.
She stopped in her tracks and observed the man in front of her.
It was wearing an overall black suit and a black mask that made it hard for her to recognize him but on his surely a man based on his authoritative posture and muscular built. It had a bow and a set of arrows placed at his back.
Shahara couldn’t identify its scent making the wolf groan in frustration.
The man slowly got an arrow from his back and placed it on his strong bow aiming at where she was.
She let out a loud and painful growl as her heart beats speedily because of her mixed emotions.
Shahara wanted to get a grip on herself, but her inner wolf was tougher than her humanity.
A medium-sized ball suddenly threw in front of her and burst open creating a bombshell of smoke. She sniffed the poisonous smoke making her rid her snout with her filthy paw.
With that, she didn’t give attention to the raging bow moving swiftly towards her and finally hitting her near her heart.
Her head was now spinning with the smoke as her huge body plopped down the muddy ground. Fresh red blood flowed down her chest. Her pale pink tongue went out of her mouth as she let out a slow and heavy breath she was having a hard time breathing as seconds passed by.
Shahara let out a painful groan as she whimpered miserably.
Agony slowly consumed her as her head bowed down the ground as her heartbeat gradually slowing down.
Her eyes blurred in unshed tears as she regretted for not showing her love towards those people she cared for.
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POV: Luna Rania Vikesh
“Does Benson have news for us, now?” Rania was shaking and pacing back in forth towards the receiving room.
Her purple nightgown swayed as she frantically moved from one side to another and stopped in front of his husband, who was now trying to conceal his own raging concern.
They were now in her panic and worried mode for Tamara and Shahara were nowhere to be found.
They had already asked all the sentinel wolves from their pack, as well as asked for the King’s help for someone had seen the two hardheaded ladies move towards the Southern Side.
Lorenzo let out a deep sigh and comb his hair with his hands due to too much frustration.
“Get a grip of yourself, Rania.” He calmly said.
Rania shot him with her intense glare.
“How could you say that?! They must be in danger now!” She furiously yelled.
“Please…” Lorenzo begged her as she tried to compose herself and sat down on the soft couch.
They were both consumed with the rough silence both of their minds where floating in their deep reverie.
“I couldn’t do it anymore.” She suddenly declared as she stood up.
“I would find them myself.” Rania said full of conviction in her decision.
“Rania, we just need to stay here… you already knew that we needed to… they-”
Then, she felt a pang of pain in her entire being thus, she didn’t mind his husband’s ranting towards her behavior.
Her eyes turned wide open, and she covered her ajar mouth.
Her knees weakened making her plop down the couch. Lorenzo immediately went near her with his concerned face.
“N-no… No!”
Rania suddenly said to herself as she held her husband’s arms for support. Her eyes blurred with unshed tears for she knew… something horrible might have happened.