•THE CHANGING•
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•It was the year 3000, supernaturals have taken over after the changing happened, five different creatures, each with one ruler, a legacy and kingdom to run each with their own problems•
•10 years after the changing and g...
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• AMARIS POV •
• 14 YEARS LATER •
• YEAR 3024 •
The echoing of my pants and shaky breaths fill my bedroom bouncing off my plain walls, moving my shaky hands to my clammy face wiping away the hair strands that are stuck to my tear stained face, my bedsheets glued to my sweat covered body constricting my movement the scent of fear from that night coats my room, that frightful day repeats itself in my dreams every night since and it's been 14 years since, the last images of my mother and father imprinted in my brain, the sight of my use to call home burning with all my fond memories of the place...
I jumped out of thought as a knock on my door brought me out of my trance.
"Alpha...everyone is ready and waiting for your arrival" my closest friend addressed softly on the other side of the oak door, a sigh escapes my body as I rub my sleep filled eyes before placing my bare feet on the cold hard wood floor walking to the entrance of my room.
Opening my door I come face to face with Faun "good morning Beta Everly" I solemnly greet her receiving a toothy grin in return.
"Good Afternoon you mean, Alpha" she giggles fake saluting me, I roll my eyes at her "I thought I told you to wake me up at 8 o'clock" I raised my brow.
"You DID Alpha, but I decided to let you rest and handle everything else myself as you was up late last night in the hunt, the training and preparation" she smiled cheekily as I rolled my eyes before she takes her leave down the corridor.
"Get clean, you look like a corpse don't think your pack would want to see their Alpha look so dishevelled on her coronation day" I could hear the smirk in her tone.
"You might want to worry about yourself Beta I don't think your rags will look great on stage to 100 people..." I drew out smiling playfully.
She turned pulling her tongue out at me as childish as ever walking in to her room down the corridor, I laugh at her amusing behaviour before returning into my room closing the door walking towards my washroom looking into the mirror at my reflection.
"God...you look rough no wonder you got compared to a corpse" I shake my head before dragging my hands down my face, my wavy ash brown hair reaches my waist knotted and untamed, my pale complexion and under eye bags with light scattered freckles, the same grey eyes that resembles my late fathers his looking brighter and joyful compared to mine which look dull and lifeless.
