She Was The Queen

My paws pounded against the snow. Prints of blood followed behind– my heart doing the same against my chest. Fear on my tail, and what it had done to me was enough to have anyone running for their life. It had ripped everything I cared about from my grasp and left me to watch. For the first time, tears ran down my furry face and my chest tightened as the wind forced itself against me. The world became a blur of saltwater in my eyes. The distance I had been running exceeded my usual.I wanted to live, needed to live but grief was heavy on my shoulders. My muscles couldn’t take it, they burned like a candle to skin. I wanted to stop and breathe, grieve, cry. Breathe! But blood-thirsty growls reminded by burning legs – run!Hungry growls grew louder, jagged in impatience. I wouldn't let them catch up, I didn’t win races since I was young for nothing. I couldn’t fight or shed blood but I could run.My mother's words echoed in my mind as I kept on doing what she had been telling me. Run. J

Grief is not something to beckon with. It is something you ran away from. Avoid. I couldn't help the darkness anymore. I had been lying in there for so long, in indifferent perpetual cold. This couldn't have been heaven. Where was my goddess of the sun? It was too cold to be hell.Gravity, the pull all and everything over again. I was still here. I just couldn't wake up.My heart throbbed for my people. There was a void that could never be filled. Everyone spoke of ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends but no one ever spoke of ex-family. My mother was torn to shreds and all I did was tremble like a coward. I couldn't save her; I knew I couldn't so I didn't even try.Helplessly, uselessly, I watched the Azraels finish them off. Their ravenous dark claws pried my cousin's golden eyes and plucked them out like sunflowers.How could they be so brutal? I watched it all and they never came for me, saving the undeserved dessert for last.Father was already gone by that time - first in fact. The s

Khai’s shirt was big and I had wrapped the sheets around my waist to cover up. When we got out, I was first overwhelmed by all the emotions I had been feeling. Pang, angst, pain and attraction at the same time, that wasn't a good mix. Secondly, I was greeted by countless eyes, eyes I didn’t know that varied in colour and intimidation, and shades of confusion. Back home, everyone’s eyes were golden like the sun, familiar and tender.My stomach tensed. I picked up some familiar eyes from the encounter with the Azraels. Some of their hair signified their fur. What confused me was why were they all just standing there at the foot of the stairs. As if they were waiting for me to exit. I had nothing special. I was just a mediocre village girl who had washed up at their door, begging for mercy. I was in debt to them. I owed them my life.I held on to his firm arms for balance and support, my legs were still tired and throbbing. He was tepid against me. The only warmth I've ever felt so amazi

I let him carry me upstairs, bobbing in his arms."Thank you for the sandwich," I mumbled.I indulge myself in his scent, the hardness of his chest. I can see his jawline and the veins of his tanned neck."Anytime,” he replied.Something about him told me he wasn't as nice as he made himself to me. He couldn't help it and neither could I. I saw the way he spoke to everyone like they were pawns. My father treated everyone with respect.I had a distaste for Khai bubbling in my mind, but the hold, the pull, overwhelmed me. I couldn't think straight.I wanted to jump out of his arm and walk by myself but the pain I’d suffer was too much. But it wasn't the pain. Something made me open space for him in my heart, to let his feelings matter.This bloody stranger.He placed me in front of the door.The redhead who was supposedly Grace's scent hit my nose behind the door; my nose scrunched. I hardly knew her but parts of his scent lingered on her like a layer of clothing.What had she been doin

Roman shone like a star that emitted rays of majesty. Her gilded brown fur reflected the Sun before it hid behind the clouds. Her glowing eyes went back to normal as she looked at me in her never-seen-before wolf form.She had a lovely posture and a gorgeous mane. It made me wonder where she was from. Who could've bred such divinity?I felt an unusual urge to bow before her like she was a queen of some sort.My queen. And I would serve her to the end of my days.It nearly made me sick to feel such respect for anyone, but, Roman was majestic and her eyes were like a river of honey glaze.Those same rich eyes were poor of emotion. I could not read anything. This whole time she had been a book of sorrow, grief and confusion but now, she was blank like a naked page. She just stood there in the breeze of the cold season, looking into the distance, no longer at me but beyond. Her eyes were deep into the forest.What are you thinking? I asked telepathically only to mentally slap myself for b