Blurb A Female war weapon fighting for freedom, and a long gone dream but also handed an escape on a platter of gold. What does she do? And a Lycan with the burden of the world on him, anger issues and the weight of many secrets; fighting to bring his Kingdom back in place, until everything spiralled out of control. When two broken souls meet, trying to change their worlds, perhaps they have to change theirs first Find out how they came out victorious -or not- in this book.
Chapter 1 PROLOGUE
"You should have listened to Mummy and the Queen and stayed silently hidden," I muttered angrily at my younger sister.
She had already cried out every ounce of strength in her but I couldn't help but point out it was her mistake. She had always got me into trouble.
"You should have let me go alone!" She said, still as stubborn as ever in spite of herself.
"And tell Mum and Dad what? That I left my younger sister in danger?" I said at her, giving her a stern eyes.
"Well, you are not older than me! I'm your twin sister. Besides, there is no Mum and Dad to tell anymore. Those people killed them." She said, looking as miserable as I felt.
My power, everything I was, it was wasted. Our father was a Lycan but our mother was a werewolf, so we weren't as strong as other Lycans.
It had only prompted me into throwing myself into trainings, taking all the help I could get. And there were only a handful of people I could take on. I wanted to get married to the prince and have his kids and I wanted to be sufficient enough for that.
The kingdom was wonderful, took care of their own. Our King was a great King, greatest of all times, if I say so myself but all if those things, all of those dreams had been truncated by our attackers.
It became quickly apparent that the King's Gamma was a betrayer and a liar. A lot of us lost our loved ones, like our parents, our King... I might have lost my crush, the prince.
I wondered what would become of our kingdom. I sighed turning to stubborn and devastated sister, hugging her to myself. She held me tight, trembling in my arm.
At our parent's demise, I would take good care of my sister and make sure she doesn't suffer, no matter what it took. She began to whimper in my arms, I had always known that she showed stubbornness to protect herself, she had the softest heart I knew.
"We are in trouble." She whispered.
Of course, she didn't have to tell me that the biggest nightmare of my life had just happened in front of my eyes. I wondered what would happen to us.
I didn't want to leave my sister bit I also didn't want her to die, so, I would protect her with my life.
We were not the only ones in captive, a lot of people surrendered, so that they didn't have to die. We were all packed into a big truck, melancholy in the air. It tasted bitter. Pain and loss and tears, also lingered in the air.
People were clutching their broken arms or legs, or bleeding part of their body, two people had died already.
I hugged my sister closer as reality began to set in, we were doomed.
Thirty minutes later, we were all sitting in a vast cell, watching as our people were raped, tortured, played with, decapitated up front.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Cuddly . I should have just sat down. I should not have come out of hiding." She was going into panic attack.
I started to panic at that, "Breathe, Nessa, Breathe. Count with me. Please you are scaring me."
We stayed hidden, behind the cells. She counted with me, until she began to feel alright.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked as I held up two fingers.
"Two." I finally calmed, only that was too soon.
"You! Stand up!" He pointed at Nessa. She hugged me tighter, and whimpered.
I stood up straight, "No!"