She awoke with a groan, hearing the sound of chains clinking. Ignoring the bruising pains of her body that comes from a hard day of wielding magic, she rolls her blonde head back, seeing the chains leading from cuffs around her wrists to deadbolts in the roof.
She doesn't bother trying to tug them loose, the stench of wolf is enough of an indicator that these chains have held captive much stronger beings than her. Unfortunately, the mutts have also had the foresight to add wards into the stone and cell bars, enough to block any magic in this tiny box of a room. Not even a pure magic wielder like a fae wold be able to conjure in here, nor could a wolf shift forms. Powerful. Insightful. How interesting.
The girl takes a moment to sort through her memories, trying to look for clues for an escape. She remembered stalking her prey, two princelings fixing to break into her home. She remembers the call of a wolf, distracting her from her targets, then a blinding pain in her lower torso and a sense of falling, then nothing.
The wolf, as pure black as the darkest side of the moon. A pure Moon Child if ever there was one. Whoever the she-wolf was, her power radiated through the storm, momentarily stunning the witch with its purity, the likes of which she's only ever seen in one other being. Khalil, the she-wolfs brother.
From Khalil, she had learned that this new she-wolf was hated, forced to work and suffer, they just did not know where. Until now. Eighteen years ago, her Queen had sensed the shift, sensed the birth of a Moon Child in this very valley, and so The Others had come. Yet they only found one, Khalil. The she-wolf was lost, believed to be dead, until now.
Now they knew better. Now, the wolves had brought war to their doorsteps. They have no idea who they've taken prisoner. No idea of the destruction that will be reaped upon them for harboring the Moon Daughter. The Other's have the other, The Moon Son, Khalil. How wonderful it will be to have the set! She wondered if the Daughter had begun her visions yet? Wondered if she'd begun the descent into madness? Wondered how much longer the little she-wolf could last with these mutts she calls Kin.
Metal grinding on metal in an eerie squeal announced someone's arrival, but the witch could care less.
Her mate was coming, soon. So soon. And he would bring a war unlike these idiot wolves had ever seen.
She threw her head back and laughed hysterically, fighting back tears at the pain. Soon, both she and the Moon Daughter would be back behind the wall.
Soon. War would come for them all.
Blood Will Pay.
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Alpha Omega
WerewolfKiya Rose is many things, but a coward isn't one of them. It doesn't matter that she's female, a rarity among werewolves, or that she's almost reached maturity and about to shift for the first time. If there is one thing wolves value above all else...
