Intelligence.
Strength.
Healing.
The Deities of Lupus Garous.
This story contains three orphan humans who were adopted by a wealthy royal werewolf, who created them into monsters.
Monsters, was what they were called.
But tragic blessings they b...
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"We become creatures of lust and fear" -
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- One week later -
"you're trembling" I say as I sit next to Rhoss on the mahogany couch, in front of a large window that over looked the forest.
"it could be worse" she responds after composing herself.
I hum in response, agreeing, her episode could've been worse.
"do you have to leave tomorrow..?" she mutters.
Tapping the base of my chin in thought, I nod my head and lean on her, as I rest my head on her lap.
"why? gonna miss me" I smirk up at her, watching her roll her eyes and flick my forehead with her forefinger.
"no. I was planning on annoying your ass to leave quicker" she replies with a cocky grin.
Both staring each other down, I scoff and stare at the ceiling. Avoiding her lazy attempt to be intimidating.
"you could try to annoy me, to make me leave sooner than later, but your gonna have to try harder because I'm prepared" I glance at her "bring it on, Aceso" I challenged at the end, quickly hitting her with a cushion and standing to my feet as I escape the lounge room.
"Bellona! you're gonna get it" Rhoss yells, hearing her feet patter across the marble tiles, towards me.
"we'll see" I retort.
Flying pass the maids who are stationed on ground level, their uniform whooshing to the right as I sprint past them.
"open the door!" I warn Beth who was dust cleaning Rhoss' porcelain vase filled with Rose's ashes.
Startled, Beth quickly opens the oak door and I jump off the door step, shifting mid air.
"Bell!" I heard an angered Rhoss growl.
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"do I even want to know?" Avy's cold voice sounded below us.
Rhoss and I froze, halfway up the staircase that lead to my floor. Both looking at each other, we mirror the same expression, covered in blood, dirt and littered with claw marks.
