In a world where werewolves rule the planet, all Harlow has ever known has been teeth and claws. She grew up watching her people used and abused and is determined for the injustice to stop.
But with a rebellion she regrets creating, a sister who's f...
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Harlow
"Malakai!"
He turned around and I rushed to catch up with him. "Hi" I breathed nervously.
He raised an eyebrow "Hello?"
I glanced at the floor briefly before looked around, in fear of meeting his gaze. "The child in the hall," I told him, clasping my hands together. "It's his isn't it?"
He tilted his head "Well no, I'll be adopting him soon".
I took a deep breath "Have you...?" I trailed off.
"No, I don't think I've quite figured out how to tell a six-year-old that the only thing in his fathers' casket is his head" He rubbed his stubble "But it could be worse, his mothers' is empty"
"What can I do?"
He shrugged "An apology would be a nice start"
I swallowed "I can't apologise for something I'm not sorry for".
"Then I guess we're done here"
I winced. Something inside me pressed me to find a way to cheer him up but I had no idea. The Former female beta was physically no more and we'd tossed the Betas body in the nearest river first chance we'd gotten.
"How do I make this better? I asked softly.
"Truthfully? You can't do shit" He told me regretfully. "But If you really care, the funerals in three days" And with that, he walked off. I stared at his figure dumbfounded.
"You want me to go to the funeral of the man I killed?" I called out to him "That doesn't seem like a great way for me to get closure".
"Good thing this isn't about you then".
"I think I want to give this werewolf thing a try".
"Oh?" Ivory mused, brushing through my hair "Why the sudden change of heart".
"I'm starting to realise that I truly know nothing about these beasts" I admitted. It had been my first day and I'd made a fool of myself more times to count on my fingers. I'd spent the whole day with werewolves and the more I assessed them the more I realised we're not that much different.
Canines and claws aside.
They had a similar routine to what we had at the human camp. And from what I've seen the guards here are actually particularly nice to the maids. I'd seen one flirting with a blushing blonde girl in the corridors whilst she dusted his post.
But nothing more had shocked me more than to see a guard helping up a messenger boy after he tripped over a rock, spilling milk all over the guard's shoes. The werewolf however took it well and laughed it off. Sending the boy back to his duties, with a slap on the back.
