Forest
[Author's POV]
"Is this all? I thought you would cross this Nagosia forest," Alpha Liam asked in a sarcastic tone.
"I would have crossed it, but I thought I would remind you of something," he said, looking into his eyes. "After all, many of our memories are attached to this forest, Alpha Liam."
"You jerk, hand me that bottle," Alpha Liam growled.
"What? This." He raised his hand in the air and looked at the sample bottle. "Is Alpha Liam of Gravefur Pack behind me for this LITTLE THING?" he said, emphasizing each word.
Alpha Liam let out a loud laugh, the sound of which was heard throughout the Nagosia forest.
"Lowell, I am confused about how to label your immature behavior. Is it animosity towards humans or envy towards Gravefur Pack, given that you are the Alpha of Vanara Pack but still have to work under us?" Alpha Liam said with a smile.
"You worthless disgusting man. Vanara Pack will never work under Gravefur Pack," he growled and punched Alpha Liam in the diaphragm between chest and stomach which hurts causing a lung spasm and making it hard for him to breathe. He coughed up blood as he was punched with such force.
Alpha Lowell was so angry after listening to Alpha Liam words.
Alpha Liam tried to catch his breath while keeping his hand on his chest. He spat out more blood and wiped at the corner of his lips. He smiled at him as he got back onto his feet and said, "It was good."
Seeing him talking like this, Alpha Lowell tried to throw another punch, but Alpha Liam stopped his hand in the air and punched him hard on his nose, causing his eyes to water. "You think you can beat me, eh?" he said with a smug expression as he held Alpha Lowell by his collar, pressing him against the tree and making him look at the ground.
Alpha Lowell winced and dropped his fist. He could feel the pain of the wound spreading throughout his face. "Just fight me, you big baby," he said while spitting on the ground.
With a howl, his muscular body transforms into a werewolf. His eyes glow dark purple, filled with anger and hatred, and bluish-black fur covers his entire body. Looking at Alpha Liam, Alpha Lowell also transforms into his werewolf form in anger. In the darkness of the night, his eyes begin to glow dark red, and his whole body is covered with berry red fur.
In the silence of the woods, only their howls and roars rang out. A cold wind swept across the clearing where both alphas stood in an attempt to fight. Both of them were attacking each other with full force, their paws landing on blood which was splattered against their fur, but neither cared about it. As their bodies twisted and turned in the air like snakes before they collided, both were knocked back on the ground by the impact.
Alpha Lowell landed first, laying on his side and spitting blood out. Alpha Liam quickly stood up, turning into a large wolf once more. Both of them started claw attacks, which were causing enough damage to each other.
Alpha Liam's claw was pointed at Alpha Lowell's neck, but out of nowhere Beta Geri of the Vanara Pack landed under Alpha Lowell's neck in his werewolf form. His eyes glow dark yellow at night, and his whole body is covered with brown fur. For a moment, it seems as if he is ready to die for his alpha leader.
Because of Beta Geri, Alpha Liam had to leave Vanara Pack's Alpha Lowell in the same condition as his next blow could have killed Beta Geri.
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"What is this Ace Denzell?" Pawn Clara asked, seeing the bottle in his hand.
"A piece of bread in a fight between two monkeys, which is now in the hand of the cat," he laughed, causing his two front fangs to be clearly visible and his eyes to turn completely red except for the pupil, with a black circle separated from the cornea and the pupil becoming snake-like slits. He had dark and thick hair falling in loose waves around his face, giving him an evil look.
"Fighting monkeys, means? Since when did monkeys start living around Dark Shadow Coven?" Pawn Clara asked, confused.
Clara Jack was a Pawn of Dark Shadow Coven whose job was cleaning. She was the most special and beautiful maid there. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of golden locks, with bright blue eyes. She had a fire in her soul that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of the darkest magic. She spent her days cleaning the coven's chambers and preparing meals for the Moroi and Dhampirs who lived there, but her mind was always racing with ideas for how she could help the world outside the coven's walls.
Ace Denzell stared into her blue eyes, surprised at her intelligence, and walked inside the coven house, shaking his head sadly. He couldn't believe that he had been so wrong about her. He had always thought that she was just another mindless vampire, but now he realized that she was much more than that. She was human, just like him, and had the heart and soul of a woman. He wanted to make sure that she knew he loved her too.
Clara watched him enter the dining room where everyone was sitting quietly around the table eating lunch. The Moroi girls wore short skirts and dresses which showed off their slim waists and hips; while the Dhampir girls had more modest attire which allowed them to show off their long legs. Only a few of them ate in peace as others spoke amongst themselves, while the dhampirs conversed with each other.
Ace took a seat beside her and reached out to grab a spoonful of the porridge with honey spread over it. Clara grabbed a fork and handed it to him. Ace thanked her and began to eat. They didn't speak as they ate together until Ace set his empty spoon back down, then asked softly, "Do you want some, Clara?"
She hesitated at the question. "I don't know-"
He took her fork and gave it to her without breaking eye contact. "Please," he whispered as he put the fork in her fingers, making her look directly at him again. She stared into those deep brown eyes that she loved so much and wondered what had happened. She knew that he wouldn't try anything, but she felt uneasy at his actions. Slowly and hesitantly, she took a bite. It was delicious.tic tone.