Red String {EDITING}

Purple Poison

"This world needs to burn." Lyra sighed, sounding very much unlike a little seven-year-old girl as she stood on shaky legs.

"Brat...?"

Lyra ignored him, instead, pulling back the white string of her bow. Numerous arrows of purple lightning formed, crackling dangerously in the evening air that was suddenly quite still. "I hope you pass peacefully through the Seven Gates and rot in hell for the rest of eternity." She said, releasing the string, a grim smile appearing on her face as her bow sung.

Purple rose petals filled the night sky, purple roses littering the clearing, but still one woman remained standing.

"You..." Grey eyes narrowed, as the woman lowered her purple and white shield. "You're-"

"Outnumbered." Zen cut her off, smiling devilishly.

"Brat..." The woman spat, backing away slowly, knowing she was at a severe disadvantage. "This isn't over." She hissed, fleeing into the forest without another word.

"Lyra." Thorn limped towards her, pulling her into his embrace. "Don't scare me like that again." He sobbed, barely noticing as her hair changed back to its usual red colour – her eyes fading back to brown as they collapsed into each other, both of them losing consciousness in the next second.

"What the hell just happened...?" Finar questioned, staring down at the two children as they lay atop the scattered field of purple petals.

"Forget that, Fin." Zen said, gathering the boy up in his arms as Blythe did the same with Lyra. "We need to get these two back inside."

"After we've patched them up, we might as well stay the night before we drag the boy back to Blagmoor." Blythe said, glancing over at the brunette as he walked alongside them. "We'll probably have to arrange for the girl to move to an orphanage closer to the Castle – so the boy can see her."

"We'll need to keep a close eye on her if my suspicions are correct." Zen sighed. "That weapon she used looked awfully similar to the one Blaine has."

"It was a much more powerful weapon than Blaine's." The black-haired Alpha corrected. "At least you could actually dodge Blaine's attacks – those arrows of hers are self-guided."

"I didn't see a white crown, so it might just be a coincidence, but we'd still better keep an eye on her." Zen said, opening the door the orphanage kitchen.

"What the bloody hell happened to you three?!" Carol demanded, folding her arms as she started fussing over them, inspecting them for injuries.

"Clear the table." Finar sighed. "I need to treat the boy's leg before he bleeds out."

"Blythe." Alpha King Leopold turned to the black-haired man. "What happened?"

"Extalia happened." He said, setting Lyra down on the clean counter. "They poisoned the girl for some reason, and once they realised that wasn't doing the job, they lured her outside using that boy to kill her."

"You sure it was Extalia?"

"Emilia was there in person." He said, watching as Finar rested glowing hands over the boy's wound. "That's how I knew."

"Oy, Blythe!" The brunette turned to him. "Stop slacking, and check the girl's legs. We need to see how much of the poison is left."

"On it." He said, pulling up the girl's trousers, blinking when he spotted no deep purple lines mapping up her legs. "No way..."

"What?"

"It's gone." Blythe said. "There isn't a trace of it remaining."

"Well that's handy." Finar sighed, having spotted the purple veins quickly spreading across Thorn's legs. "Because that knife was poisoned."

"You've got to be kidding?!" Blythe stepped towards the boy sprawled out on the table, pausing when a set of small arms wrapped around his chest. "Brat? What are you doing?!"

"I've got her." Carol pried the girl loose, pulling the struggling child away. "Damn this kid is strong..." She muttered, just as Lyra started wailing. "Hey, it's OK, kiddo." She spoke soothingly, trying to calm the agitated girl in her lap. "Leopold. A bit of help?"

Red lightning sparked, and then the girl was latched back onto Blythe, leaving a half-conscious Carol sprawled out on the kitchen floor.

Pale blue eyes narrowed. "Red lightning... and red eyes..." The Alpha King mumbled, having spotted Lyra's burning red irises. "Could it be...?"

"Leopold, get this damned brat off me!" Blythe scowled, trying to pry the girl's arms loose.

"She's imprinted on you, Blythe." Leopold sighed.

"Imprinted?!"

"It's a drawback of her ability." He folded his arms. "So this is why Extalia were so eager to kill her..."

"What are you on about, Leo?" Zen asked, watching as Finar hustled around the table, working as quick as he could.

"Hers is a Gift given to the women in her family by the Moon Goddess – by Lunaria: hence why her eyes can turn red... and why I can't counter her Gift while she's in that red-eyed state." Leopold explained, eyeing the girl curiously. "It seems we'll be taking her to an orphanage closer to Blagmoor Castle. We'll need to keep an eye on her."

"We were already going to do that." Zen sighed. "She's got a Weapon of the Apocalypse, just like Blaine."

"So she's got a Weapon of the Apocalypse, and she's the Rogue Queen's daughter..." Leopold mumbled. "What a combination..."

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ILLENIS HERE

This'll probably be the last flashback scene, so I'll be getting back to the present day in my book.

Hope you liked this update.

While we're on that topic, though, I've just published another book: White Thorn. It's a Fantasy book, rather than a Werewolf book, but feel free to check it out.

:)

Until the next update, I suppose.

Have fun.

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