The Veil of Light

Chapter Four

Damon, Amora's father, and his servants had no idea as to what they were getting ready to walk into. When he opened Amora's room door, he expected her to be laid across her bed just as he had left her days before. Instead she sat with her back against the furthest wall from the door, eyes dark as a starless night, locked onto him. The nine year old girl would have the fully grown werewolves terrified.

The dark energy that radiated around her seemed to grow stronger as the seconds rolled by. This was why Damon always took more than he needed too. Her being too weak meant that she would never fight whenever they came for her. This wasn't his daughter though.

Her almond colored skin was close to a clammy beige. Her naturally gray, curly hair was white and very wild all over her head. It looked like her, but the black, hatred filled eyes did not belong to Amora.

Damon would never admit that he felt momentarily paralyzed with panic as a twisted grin spread across his daughter's face.

They were honestly afraid to approach her, which was fine because it wanted to catch them by surprise. And it did not disappoint, seeing them trying to scramble away as it lunged at them was pure entertainment.

Watching as what appeared to be his daughter throw the first and largest man that she was able to reach against the wall, Damon was in complete awe at the strength that was coming from such a small child.

Calling out for help was what brought the attention back towards him. Wolves were naturally stronger and faster than most beings, but this was something that he had never witnessed before.

"Do you really think she can stop us?" The words came out as an amused, deep, raspy whisper.

Nails digging into his chest right above his heart, after being pinned down, had immobilized him. "She has the strength and mental capacity equivalent to a human infant. This sweet little girl carries an immensely large and heavy burden, and you people"

The needle sticking out of Amora's neck cut off the words that clearly did not belong to her. The tranquilizer made her body fall limp next to a wheezing Damon.

Hearing the sadistic cackling had every single person stunned and on edge, "Aww, you got me Alita. Finally did something right, I am so proud of you!"

"She should be asleep! Do another one!" Damon exclaims.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure this little exchange stays between us. Just know that when I do return, each and every one of you that she lays her eyes on will die by my hands. Scout's honor!" The sick grin and chuckling went on until Amora's light brown eyes returned and rolled to the back of her head.

"What the hell did you do Damon?" Alita questions quietly with wide eyes.

.......

Amora and Maddox were so caught up in their time together, neither one realized how long they had been away until the snow began to fall faster and create thick white blankets all around them.

Maddox did a quick scan of the area before nudging Amora towards one of the small openings on the side of the mountain and shifting.

"We definitely ran further than we thought. We're not even in Mountain Ridge territory anymore."

Amora was not able to focus on his words knowing that if she opened her eyes she would see his naked body, and the last time she did she was all over him. Her wolf wanted nothing more than for his warm, husky, sturdy body to be smushed against theirs.