Deu&apos; Angel The Chronicles of Alion Book 1 Flora's Delirium  I want to dedicate this to my readers....this happened to be my first book BookRix GmbH & Co. KG 81371 Munich 
 
 
 FLORA'S DELIRIUM 
     
   
   
   
     FLORA'S DELIRIUM 
   
 
                { PARANORMAL, FANTASY & EROTIC ROAMNCE} 
 
   
   
   
 
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 Near the city of Hobo, in a mystical land called Alion, Enzo Drax, a null, meets Flora Bradley, a woman unaware of her true heritage. Both betrayed by the secrets they keep from each other. Fate spells out its plot for both lovers. 
   
   
   
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 Map of Alion 
  So you won't lose your way. 
 
 
 
 THE BEGINNING 
 
                                          THE BEGINNING 
 
   
 S he moves swiftly deep in the woods, going for a deer hunt on her twenty-fourth birthday. It was what she requested from her mother. Spoiled little brat they call her! Flora being the only child got all she needed; she always had a passion for the open fields and less girly things. She seemed more of a warrior to herself. With a fierce look, like that of a predator eagle lying wait for its prey, in the thick woods surrounded by evergreen vegetations, she climbs onto the bark of a naked tree, stands on a branch and stretches her bow. With her arrow pointing into the flaring sun and open field air, she searches for her prey, waiting patiently for it to come by. Minutes passed by before she spots something. 
     ‘Oh, here it comes.’ Her hands became weary of her aim. She takes a shot amiss. ‘Damn it.’ she yells. 
     The deer swiftly springs off further east. Familiar with the woods, she scales down the tree, hurriedly chasing after her game; she stalks it quietly and then takes another aim. This time, stretching her bow harder and taking a good stance for the perfect kill. The deer seemed to what to be waiting for something patiently as it stands. ‘Steady, ready!’ She shoots again and out comes a man catching her arrow by its shaft and breaking it. 
     ‘You don’t just kill anything you see in the woods,’ says Enzo. 
     The deer happened to be his pet, for Enzo was a null in his pack. He had not changed to a wolf, since he was born; clocking twenty-six, he was considered a null, soon to be chased away from his pack. 
     ‘Not fair,’ she shouted. ‘That was my clear shot,’ she added. Raged with anger, Flora moves towards Enzo and gives him pieces of her mind; screaming. But behind that scream lay a strange secret. Deep in her thoughts, she pondered on how well-shaped he was; his dark curly long hair, blue eyes and hard Pecs. 
     ‘What’s your name?’ he asks, cutting her off. 
     ‘Flora, my name’s Flora,’ she answers rudely. 
     ‘Well Flora, that deer is mine for keeps and you little high-born should stay away from the woods,’ he teases. 
     Enzo knew she was high-born the moment he noticed her amulet, silver coated with an emerald stone and silk clothing. He clears his throat and rubs his hands on his pants, with his gaze roaming at her, without looking anywhere else. He giggles, ‘You look pretty well dressed for a boy.’ The words came out fast in a jumble, but Flora’s mind quickly interprets the message. She jumps out at him, hands in her mouth. 
     ‘Holy shit, I’m going to kill you.’ Her hands balls into fists and storms over to where he was. He moves and side-steps her, with his arms in a placatory gesture. 
     ‘Take it easy young lad. You might hurt that precious wrist of yours.’ He says as he smiles at her. 
     ‘Trust me, I won’t miss a second time,’ she replies. 
     ‘I’ll like to see you try. Have you ever been in a fight before, huh? What’s your name? Hmm! Yes, Flora.’ He taps her with a finger on her nose. ‘I might say if we go down this road, it’s not going to end well for either of us, don’t you think so?’ 
     ‘I can take you on”’ she says. ‘Underestimating me would be your big mistake.’ She corks her fists ready for a fight. Enzo spots her hands. 
     ‘No joke, Flora.’ ‘But you do look remarkably sexy in your fit.’ He does so to aggravate her. 
     ‘Enough with the teases’ Flora wasn’t so weak for a woman her age. ‘Oh yeah, I could bring the pain’ she says. 
     ‘Wait,’ he began. But Flora lunged for him, fist aiming for his jaw. Instead of feeling her bones grinding into his, she connects with flesh stronger than hers. He catches both hands and pulls her close, as he pins them behind her neck. Then both lips crash with a fierce kiss from Enzo. 
     Flora Bradley had never been kissed before, neither Enzo Drax. Nulls can’t have mates. So Enzo was totally out of the dating pool. Also, Flora never had time for male companies. She tries to break the hold but fails. 
     ‘Let go of Me.’ Were her next words, with her lips still on his. In Hobo, women of Flora’s status see Enzo as commoners. She feels humiliated, yet again the taste of Enzo’s lips on her lower lip, tongue probing. He tasted like wild strawberries. Her heart inquires, 
     ‘ So this is how it feels like being kissed ? ’          
      Enzo pulls away and her scent filled him. With his dull senses, he could tell the change in her body chemistry. He apologizes and introduces himself. 
     ‘Am Enzo, I live not far away from here.’ He does this to clear the awkward air. Flora was petrified by this sudden event. All he received in response was total silence. They both part ways as they relive the moment in their thoughts. Flora lives with an obviously hidden smile on her face; one like a mountain hidden in a small paint bucket.  Yes, it is obvious enough to betray her.  
     Weeks passed since Enzo’s encounter with Flora. In the night of a pale moon, he blinks, and sees a wolf staring at him from behind his eyelids. He—instinctively knew it was a male- it was white and huge. Its gaze bores into his, pacing further towards him like it was going to attack. He gasps and his eyes flew open. He had never seen him before. What could have led to this vision, he wondered. Day in and out his thought never departed from Flora, and he guessed her presence triggered his canine hormones. 
     ‘I have to find her’ he whispers to himself as he lifts his head. Hurriedly, he leaves his home, Cal and Declan, his older brothers, worry in suspicion. They knew not where their brother hurries off to, at such an hour. Both need not to worry, he is a null. He did not look their way, for he felt intimidated by them always. Wandering in the streets of Hobo, which he had never taken the pleasure of doing.  He lurked in the shadows, as he tracks her lavender scent to a crystal-like castle. 
     ‘Wow,’ he says, in astonishment; for he had never gazed upon such a place. He moves into the compound unseen by the guards, climbs onto the vines leading to her room. Flora not long ago, had a thought of her wild man in the woods, feeling she might never see him again. Getting ready to go to bed, she spots Enzo by the ledge of her window. Quickly, she pulls him in. 
     ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘You could get arrested or worse,’ she says, with some atoms of fear colonizing her face. Enzo smiling back at her, kisses her deeper and much fiercer than before. She froze at the assault of sensations, she didn’t fully understand. Her body felt like it was the wrong size, her arms stretched around his shoulders, filled with a satisfied smile deep in her eyes. ‘How did you find me?’ she asks. 
     ‘I longed to see a beauty never gazed upon by a man such as I, lips as red as rose, your beautiful brown eyes, a hair  so short but its flame lights my path, thoughts about you will not let my heart go to sleep.” Enzo says, in his attempt to woo her. 
      He then says, ‘I also asked for directions where you lived. It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell.’ He knew deep in his heart, she was his true mate.  ‘ It takes more than a kiss to bring out a wolf, ’ his subconscious mind tells him. Searching in both their hearts, Flora Bradley had fallen head over heels in love with him, likewise Enzo. They couldn’t help it; they are deadly locked in a soul prison, they will love to remain in forever. As if it was the plan of the heavens, the luster of the full moon shines on them both; a lush moment so it seemed. He acts on his alpha instincts, moves around her as he shifts his weight. He kisses her again, nipping her neck with his lips. Then his lips went still. ‘You look worried?’ His inflection implied she shouldn’t be. 
     She huffed, ‘You just showed up at my place. I know you not at all, and it doesn’t seem proper.’ 
     ‘You’ve got it all wrong,’ Enzo whispers. 
     She opens her eyes to glare at him. ‘How so?’  she says, only to notice the army of love matching off Enzo’s eyes. He longed to feel her good coloured milky skin, against his. He impulsively says to her, 
      ‘I love you.’ with a soft gentle tone, as he speaks on. ‘As crazy as all this seems, my soul longs for you. I felt I was ripped in two the day we parted, never have I been so connected with anyone before,’ He meant all he is says, and she is aware. His love for her draws the moonlight nearer, causing its luster to sparkle even brighter. But Flora’s reaction seems so cold, like one not appreciative of the other’s presence. Not saying another word, he makes an attempt to leave. But she holds his lusty body not letting him go. This time Flora kisses him under the shady smiles of the moonlight. 
      ‘Let’s start over from the beginning, Can we?’ Flora asks. She places both hands on each shoulder; he pulls her against him and kisses her. With gentle persistence, he won his way into her mouth, tongue laving hers. A dizzy heat surged through Flora. He grasped the helm of her gown, lifting it up to expose her bare bottom to her stomach and grazing her rib cage in the process. She raised her arms overhead and he pulled off her gown, tossing it on the glass floor, he continued to ply her with kisses as he worked to cup her breast. Shy about being the only one naked, she decided to remove his shirt. Enzo’s chest was broad, sleek with muscle and hairy. She ran her hands over his pecs, the nubs of his nipples, brushing across her palms. His shoulders flexed at her touch and he sucked in his stomach while she trails her hands beneath his abdomen. ‘There’s something you need to know,’ she says with a hesitant voice, raising an eyebrow, with his hands on her waist and the other cupped on her right breast. 
     ‘What?’ 
      ‘I’m a virgin.” She breathed it. Enzo cups her face in his hand, thumb caressing her cheek. 
     ‘It’s going to be okay, Flora.’ 
     ‘How do you know?’ she asks, he gives a shaky laugh. His fingers circling her skin on each shoulder 
     ‘Nervous?’ She nodded. 
     ‘Don’t be, you’re in safe hands.’ 
     He plants a kiss on her neck, sucking hard onto her skin, marking her as his mate. The hair on his cheek touching her, the sensation was like warm velvet gliding on her skin, Goosebumps raced over her immediately. Teasing her nipples, Enzo cupped both breast in his hands, stroking the tips, he kissed his way down to her neck and sucks gentle on one nipple while teasing the other. He feels the gradual winding of her racing heart. He slips his finger down to her hips; finds her cleft in between her legs. A lone ranger finger wiggled into her core, touching the wet heat down there. She held a firm grip on his shoulders, for she felt her knees sagging. 
     ‘Let’s move to the bed.’ She gasped. 
     ‘Lead the way my lady.’ His fingers still in her, they moved slowly to her luxurious bed. A woven cotton mattress and finely carved golden edges. He slides his fingers out her wet entrance and pushes her hard down on the bed, taking off his trousers with no underwear. Everything seems mutual now. He came unto the bed, puts her hand around his shaft. 
     ‘Oh yes,’ she skimmed his length, he was well endowed, envious of her hands, she pulls Enzo for a deep kiss, both nipples touching, she lifts her hips to taste his  delduga on her. Hoping to be penetrated. 
     ‘Close your eyes.’ Enzo says. Kissing his way down to her core, shivering at each sensitive touch, she couldn’t help but give a quiet moan. His tongue swept her wet entrance, flicking her clits and sucking on it, he slips a finger inside her, followed by a second. It’s exactly as he imagined it. The hair, the lips, the hole. She screams aloud, oscillating for more penetration and pleasure. 
      In their moment, something walks behind Enzo’s eyes it was human, looking intensely he saw his wolf leaning beside a woman; it was Flora. She stroked its soft white fur while it remained still. Shocked by this new development, it was all strange to him. His wolf looks back at him, it paces round Flora restlessly.  Enzo could almost feel an outburst and change to his wolf form, but it wasn’t ready. He moves up to kiss her shoulder, kneels between her finely curved hips and legs, he places the head of his stick at her streaming heat wet entrance. Moves in slowly with little pressure and won his way inside her. It pricked, she found less comfort with this new experience, but she felt a satisfactory achievement of this; like she just had a successful deer hunt and was being cheered by everyone. It took time for Flora to accustom herself to feel pleasure with each thrust. She moves back a bit; the ripping of her maidenhood was painful. Pausing at a moment, he leans on her soft stomach feeling his hard-muscular pecs, sucks on her nipples, pushing his pelvis to stimulate her clits and at this pleasurable distraction he reached further into her, gasping for air, she pulled herself closer for now she desired his full length inside her wet core. 
     ‘Oh, yeah right there.’ she moans ‘Fill me up.’ holding him tight against her. Enzo groans trying to move up, she holds him tighter with her legs wrapped around him, increasing his thrusts, her screams where all over the room. She Looses consciousness of herself, he holds her by her hair pulls himself towards her and whispers into her ear, Flora giggles 
     ‘I like the sound of that.’ With a natural sense of rhythm, he goes with fast and slow strokes; he drove himself harder into her. Believing he could shag the precious life from her body. She kept moaning, whining with pleasure and that was good. She climaxed right away. He kept moving on, slowing himself. He pushed her knees up higher and this time he was deeper much more than before, her hands gripped the sheets ready to tear them off from the bed, moving her head in luscious pleasure of ecstasy. She lets out a loud moan. Both hearts roared with passion with their thundering heartbeat, he goes in for harder thrusts, faster, faster and faster he goes, he was almost there and so was she again for the third time. It all comes like an outburst of hot fire melting from the knot of his cock. He shouted when he came. When it finished, they were both exhausted on bed and passed out immediately. 
   
      Later that night, Flora begins to see unclear pictures of herself wearing a red cloak. It feels like a dream, with no knowledge of the experiences and events in them.  She makes broken look beautiful and strong look invincible, she walks with the universe on her shoulders, carrying them like a pair of wings. In her trance, she sees her dead father, slaying an unknown creature. She never knew what killed her father for she was only seven when he left the corridors of this world. The creature moves aggressively towards her in its attempt to devour its victim. She yells and everywhere goes dark….. 
      When Enzo woke, the beam of the morning sunlight dawned on him, trying to open his eyes; his vision was blurry as the picture of things became unfolded. He sees blood all around him, looking to the ground he notices he is seeing paws with razor sharp claws in place of hands. He looks behind and sees a tail. He turned into his wolf in the dead of night. Werewolves have no control when they change for the first time, hot tempered and thirsty for their first kill. With the flood of blood around, someone had fallen prey to him. With no memory of how he got here or left Flora, he looks around, and deep in the woods, he spots a trail of blood and follows it. 
     ‘Oh no!’ He howls. ‘Poor Soos.’ His pet deer was the victim. He had devoured it. He runs to a lake nearby, seeing the reflection of what he became. 
     ‘Welcome to the pack my son,’ Earl says, as he walks up to him. He continues, ‘I heard you howl the moment you turned, and have watched over you since then. You should be happy; you are a null no more.’ Enzo pays no mind to his father. He gives him a huge growl, acting pugnacious. 
     ‘Know your place boy.’ Earl barks at him. ‘Am alpha.’ He takes off his clothes and turns into his wolf; he was white and had scars all over his face. In a belligerent manner, Earl tries to get Enzo to submit. But his attempt failed. Then he notices Enzo had red markings around his eyes; the first of their kind. All wolves in the pack bared the white colour gene. Enzo is way bigger than he is, probably the biggest Hobo wolf he had seen. Knowing the meaning of this he takes a bow and changes back to his human form. 
     ‘Albakira!’ He calls him, meaning the ancient god wolf. Enzo turns back to his human form. He tries to get the meaning to what his father called him. But Earl insists they return home. 
     ‘I’ll tell you when the time is right,’ He says. 
     ‘Let’s have a race.’ says Earl. Then they both change, running off in the woods, Enzo could feel each blade of grass beneath his paws. Enjoying the cozy force of the breezing wind, everything was new to Enzo. His senses had heightened to another level. He goes for a loud howl, for the other wolves to hear. 
     Flora takes a deep gasp waking up. She prays to Ilos to help her know the meaning of the visions and notices Enzo is nowhere to be found. She storms out of her room. Walking down the stairs, she meets her mother. 
     ‘Morning mother.’ She acknowledges her. 
     ‘Indeed, you had one hell of a night, your face shows it all.’ Rose sarcastically speaks. 
     ‘You had a guest last night, I presume?’ Flora walks away from her, avoiding further questions. Rose then raises the pitch of her calm voice ‘I spoke to Sir Gregory earlier and he said nothing of a sort coming here yesterday. ‘Stupid girl!’ She shouts at her. ‘We made a pact, for both of you to get married. How could you dishonour your father’s name.’ her mother continues with the scolding. 
     ‘I don’t love him, I never liked the man.’ Flora speaks. Like a little puppy missing in the woods of danger, she cries, leaving home and running into the woods. Flora goes to where she first met Enzo and calls out for him. 
     ‘Enzo,’she keeps the yelling. ‘You bastard. Where are you?’ She penetrates the woods even further. ‘Enzo.’ she screams again. Enzo hears her call, leaves his father and races back. With his new senses, he could tell it was Flora from afar. Going at a much faster pace, he dives into a river and changes back to human. He swims towards her direction. 
      ‘Here I am,’ he yells. 
      She hears him right away. Feeling used, she is filled with rage. Having thoughts of all the possible ways she could beat the crap out of him for leaving. 
     ‘Hey, over here.’ He calls, swimming naked by the river, he walks out. Flora feels an adversary presence in the air, with an instinct in her guts to kill. This feeling is new to her, and she has little knowledge of it. The rush becomes stronger as she looks at Enzo,. 
     ‘You devious prick,’ ‘You left without a word.’ she shouts, with streams of veins running hard on her face. 
      ‘Come take a swim with me and I’ll explain.’ He utters as he goes back into the river. She takes off her clothing and goes in. 
     ‘I never meant to bolt that way. I didn’t want to be seen by anyone. Also, you were tender in your sleep and I wished not to disturb you, my love.’ 
      Flora swims closer to him. She takes a fast strike at his face. 
      ‘Ouch, that hurt,’ Enzo screams.  
     ‘It should. Don’t you ever leave me again?’ she replies, as she pulls him in, for a kiss. 
     ‘Please Don’t.’ She says.  
     ‘I’ll never.’ His arms wrapped around her. ‘I promise.’ 
     Flora takes a peek at him. Looking away, ‘I love you Enzo.’ She smiles. 
      They swim further in the river. Enzo locks unto her; their feet firm to the ground beneath water and a fall of water served as a curtain. He enters her from behind, holding her short hair firmly. With hard thrust he rams her, splitting her open. The cold water made the sensation much more pleasurable. Her body rocks with massive force. He is much harder than before, with so much fury. 
     ‘Oh yeah!’ ‘You can’t get enough of me, can you?’ says Enzo.  He slows down, and Flora leans back, turns sideways jamming her lips against his, riding him in a dance-like manner. With his lips on hers, ‘You’re mine.’ He says. 
     They can feel their blood racing through their veins; ripples fill the river from each move they make. Enzo feels his wolf howling, and Flora, an instinctively desire within her, she couldn’t explain. They both climax. Still locked in each other’s embrace, they slowly disengage, shaking.     
     ‘I guess we were made for each other,’ he breathes hard while talking. 
     ‘I feel the same way too.’ Flora gives an orgasmic pant. 
     Making lofty promises to one another, they both swim around the river; the cool waters reviving their lost strength. With the cold air feeling their lungs, they play happily.  Enzo is a null no more.  Flora on the other hand deeply in love with Enzo, but unacquainted to her new self . Laughter filled their voices, but they knew not what fate holds for them. 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 HUNTERS SIEGE 
 
                                          HUNTERS SIEGE 
 
   
 T he last time Flora saw her father was on a hazy afternoon; the moon had merged with the sun at daylight. So immature, she barely remembered what happened that dark day. Loud lingering cries inflated the void air in the land of Alion.  
     ‘Stay with your mother, Angel,’ Seth Bradley speaks to Flora. 
     ‘Protect mummy while daddy’s away, will you?’ he asked cynically. 
     ‘ Family, duty and honour ,’  Seth and Flora sounded together. Seth left with an obviously elite team of twelve; all wearing an Emerald stone amulet. A pack of werewolves had attacked the city, slaughtering everyone in their paths. Seth and his elite team rode swiftly into the woods in pursuit of the pack. The wolves were strangely dark-coloured, with hilly huge heads, fierce looking faces and sharp long fangs. The fight began and continued with an eternal length, like it lasted a millennium. With serial profound wounds resulting from dangerous wolf bites, Seth was left alone in battle; two to one was the fight. ‘Come on.’ He shouted out, to the wolves, with a renewed courage of bravery. He knew it’s either he dies today or live almost forever. 
     Not far away, a couple and their young cub gathered sticks, to illuminate their camp fire. Sensing trouble, they both turned into wolves, with fur as white as snow. The male headed for the party of blood, leaving the female wolf behind to protect her cub. The male wolf moved towards the fight, and saw Seth leaning on a rock, cornered by two dark wolves. He growled as he instinctively attacked one. The other dark wolf faced its new foe, descending a powerful blow from its claws rendering Seth’s hero scared. With this distraction, Seth flew further away with trails of blood left behind him; he crawled to where he saw a burning flame. 
     ‘Oh no boy, you should not be here alone.’ ‘Where are…’ he began to stutter. He saw a white wolf barking at him and the boy, furiously. He unsheathed his sword, seeming like he had some drain of fight left in him. ‘Run child.’ He said. The boy moved towards the wolf. Not getting the true picture of things, Seth pulled him back. In his act of valor he charges at the wolf. In a glimpse, he entangled himself with the wolf, thrusting his silver sword into its heart, giving way for mother wolf to droop its fangs deep into the nape of his neck. With its last breath, lifeless, they both fell to the ground, engulfed by their puddle of blood. In his minds eye, Enzo remembers the last heroic deed of his mother. 
     ‘Not again, love.’ Flora shakes Enzo trying to snap him out of his thoughtful glare, both reclining on bed of roses, ‘You remind me of him.’ 
     ‘Who?’ Enzo asks. 
     ‘My father,’ Flora says. ‘I feel safe with you. I pray nothing takes us apart.’ Enzo brushes her hair slowly with his hands. 
     ‘Nothing will, my love.’He speaks in a low tune voice. He felt guilt in his heart, wanting to tell Flora the truth about himself; he relented in his words for he feared of what was to come of his bitter truth. ‘I’ll never hurt you, ever.’ He says. 
     They kissed like it seemed their last moment together, Enzo undresses Flora, while she takes off his jacket. He kisses the nape of her neck, slowly repeatedly, brushing his fluffy sideburns on her skin. Flora feels herself get wet. It came from inside and she could feel the liquid----- and Enzo smiled down at her, he could feel it too. He turns her over and she hears his trousers fall to the ground, her face planted against the scent of beautiful roses beside her------ she feels his hands on the back of her head, she could feel his fingers tangle in her hair, his palm print on her neck, it felt so good, and she got wetter. He thrusts once cautiously, he thrusts again, and he’s gone, he’s off into limbo, Enzo was no one, lost to himself, he falls in an ecstatic burning humidness, losing, lost, unmade; he slips his hands under her chest and cups her small tangerines in his hands and feels the hard pearls of her nipples, barked against the palms of his hands, like little mysteries. He turns Flora slowly, maneuvering her facing him.  
     ‘Come on top me.’ He says.       
     Then Flora mounts him and uses her hands to slip Enzo inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, rocking him back and forth, she lowered herself swerving her breasts across his face. He tried to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one. But she stopped him, he seemed frenetic. Her breasts were killing him, then he drives himself harder into her, things got all twisted and hot inside and both their hearts burst pounding like drums, they fall back exhausted, resting till they were ready for more. Around and around their lovemaking session goes, like the melody of a song of love. ‘Where you off to in such a hurry’. He asks 
     ‘My mother, she should be scared half to death by now.’ Flora says 
     ‘Alright, I'll see you soon.” He says. Flora leaves waving away. 
   
     Hours later, Cal walks into Enzo. Cal had the habit of always teasing and pissing Enzo off, and he hates it. 
     ‘Hello brother! Let’s have a duel,’ he points out into the air. ‘The wolf that gets to the top of that hill first, wins.’ He pauses a while and then continues, ‘scared you’ll lose?’ He gazes at Enzo smiling. 
     ‘Not a chance. I’m having your soup tonight,’ Enzo says. 
     Both morphing to their wolves, they dash into the woods like loose arrows. Further and further they go deep into the heart of the woods. Suddenly, they stumble into an unfamiliar pack of dark wolves; their rivals. They are fierce looking and always on a killing spree. 
     ‘Look, what we have here,’ One says. ‘Like lambs to the slaughter, you both deliver yourselves to us on a platter,’ He dips, mocking them both. The opposing pack howls as they encircle Cal and Enzo. 
     ‘This isn’t good,’ Cal says. ‘This will be your first fight brother. Never go for the obvious kill,’ Cal telepathically communicates Enzo. 
     Enzo is terrified at first; he had never fought a wolf before. At this awe moment, Enzo thinks of Flora. He prays to come out of this fight alive, for indeed he knew it won’t be an easy one. Outnumbered seven to two, Enzo growls, unleashing seven hundred pounds of fury. He grasped his claws unto one of his adversary and rips off its flesh from its throat with his teeth; killing it instantly. The others became infuriated, all attacking. Claws ripping flesh and jaws clamping into each wolf’s dense bones. The two brothers fought fearlessly. Here comes the hour, when both of them saw the last of their strengths. Enzo wasn’t strong enough yet, and he needed two full moons before he reaches the  climax of his true strength. 
     Cal smells the fight is lost. He turns to Enzo, speaking telepathically, 
     ‘On my signal, run, I’ll hold them off.’ 
     ‘I’m not leaving you, Cal. No!’ Enzo says. 
     As a sign of reinforcement, the dark wolves advance to Cal and Enzo. Both brothers are already so close to the edge of a cliff. With cold winds beneath their paws, the breezing wind plays musical tunes for their coat to dance. 
      ‘Warn the others.’ Cal says, as he rams Enzo off the huge cliff. 
     During his unintentional leap of faith, his head misses a huge boulder and he falls into a river underneath. In his human form, he tries swimming to Cal’s aid. Then he hears Cal, whimpering in a vociferous cry. Like shareholders sharing annual dividends, he sees the wolves tearing Cal limb from limb. 
     ‘No,’ he cries; drifting away from the scene. Then suddenly, he falls off from a waterfall, crashing hard into the river below. 
     That same night, Flora has a premonition about Enzo. She fears for his life. She looks out of her window, but he wasn’t there. She looks up and sees a wild fire in the city; people fleeing for their lives. The pack of dark werewolves had attacked the city once more. Flora hears the cries of men in her compound, most screaming in their deaths and others for help. She runs to find her mother, running pass the hall. A sound distracts her. And at the return of her gaze, she sees her mother on the floor; a wolf savages on her corpse. 
     ‘Mother,’ she cries out. ‘Get away from her.’ She throws a vast at it. The wolf turns its attention towards her; she falls to the ground, creeping backwards slowly. The wolf salivates at Floras enticing figure. Terrified and not knowing what to do, she cries out for help repeatedly, but no one comes to her aid. Most of the guards have fled the compound or probably worse dead. Then She sees her father’s sword hanging on a shelve. She reaches out for it, grabbing the sword by its hilt. The wolf takes a quick chunk on her leg, dragging her down, hard on the glass floor. Before its attempt to pounce on her, she plunges the sword right into its heart. 
     ‘Die, you beast,’ she yells.  The wolf turns into human. She becomes petrified, in a short while. And suddenly, she sees visions of herself battling a pack of werewolves. She gasps. Coming out of her trance, Flora runs to her mother’s bloodied corpse. She lays on her, crying continuously, till it took her to sleep. 
     Early the next morning, Elvis Bradley comes in with a troop. He sees Flora. 
     ‘She’s gone, Uncle.’ Flora sobs speaking, ‘That beast killed her.’ 
     ‘And the Wolf, by whose hand did it fall to?’ Elvis questioned. 
     ‘Mine.’ Says Flora 
     ‘You have a lot to learn, Dear niece,’ Elvis says. ‘Come with me. You must prepare yourself.’ 
     He pulls flora up, He tells Flora everything she needed to know, breaking secrets to her, about all that concerns her father and his death. 
     ‘Your beloved father was a werewolf hunter, and I believe the hunter’s blood runs deep in your veins,’ Elvis says. Flora explains her visions to Elvis. It was certain she has the hunter’s blood. Hatred and vengeance started an unending journey in her heart that day. She vows to vanquish all werewolves in Alion;  irrespective of their colour . 
     As if he heard her vow, Enzo wakes up to see himself in his room. And the last thing he remembers, was Cal’s death. He screams, ‘Cal, we have to find him, he could still be alive.’ 
     ‘Stay still brother, you’re terribly hurt,’ Declan says. He holds him down as he continues. 
     ‘Cal was buried yesterday. You blacked out, for two days. Father asserts that you should be taken to the mountains.’ Earl walks in. He looks at Enzo with glimpse disappointment written all over his face. He wishes Enzo had died in place off Cal; and Enzo knows his father’s heart. 
     ‘I tried my best father,’ he says. 
     ‘The moments passed, you have a prophecy to fulfill.’ Earl says. 
     ‘On a tablet, it was written that the wolf god would someday return to redeem the wolves or bring them to their doom. I do not know what roll you have to play and I surely don’t believe in this false prophecy. But you bear similar traits to this god wolf our people believe in. At daylight, I am taking you to the mountains. Your grandfather lives there. He will teach you all you need to know. I smell a war coming.’ he concludes. Enzo refuses to heed his father’s command, for he knew he had to see Flora before he leaves. But he was too weak to rebel against Earl. He was taken away and there he….. 
     Two full moons passes, Flora’s heart yearns for its lost love; worried sick about Enzo, if he be dead or alive. The city gates are heavily fortified, guarding against anyone or thing from leaving the city or coming in. Flora oozes like a well-groomed hunter as she walks around the camp. 
     ‘Hello gorgeous.’ She looks behind and sighs. 
     ‘What are you doing here?’ She says. 
     ‘I haven’t set gaze upon you for ages. Is this any way to welcome me?’ Sir Gregory speaks. 
     ‘My deepest condolences on the passing of your beloved mother, rest her soul.’ 
      Flora takes a look at Sir Gregory, and sees he wears the amulet too. She never knew he was a hunter. The plans her parents had for her, begins to unfold in her head. 
      ‘Thank you,’ she says. 
     ‘Bother yourself not my love, I am here to protect you,’ Gregory says. His words held no meaning in Floras ears, for she wishes for only Enzo. Then, the ray of the sun darkens. The little fireball above seems like it lost its other half. 
     ‘To your horses everyone, we ride out.’ Elvis commands as he turns to Flora. ‘The hour is upon us dear nice. Stay strong.’ He says. Green eyes blaze wide in the woods from every corner. Their gaze were focused on the hunters forming a barricade at the city gates; all cheering. They charge into the woods, the hunters siege was about to begin. 
     ‘We have to help them father.’ Declan speaks. 
     ‘I know this, for generations we have protected these humans, still they bear so much contempt for our kind,’ says Earl. Earls pack changes to their wolves, all appear like snow flooding the woods, as they run towards the siege; all howling. 
     Far way, Enzo moves fast in the woods racing back to Hobo. 
     Sir Gregory rides beside Flora and Elvis, alongside their elite troops. On their horses, they charge into the woods. Soon hunters and wolves clash; the battle begins. The dark wolves far outnumber the hunters. Flora fights furiously, slaying every wolf in her path, like an angered labourer cutting down grasses. 
     ‘Watch out.’ Sir Gregory saves Flora. He kills a wolf trying to strike her from behind, and pulls her towards himself. Flora feels safe beside Sir Gregory as he fights, protecting her. The numbers of the hunters begins to diminish. The dark wolves prepare to launch their final precise attack. Suddenly Earl’s pack unexpectedly intercepts their attack, fighting them off. The hunters fall back. Sir Gregory and Flora, dash away. 
     ‘Wait here, I’ll take them off your trail.’ says Gregory. 
     Minutes pass; Flora hears a loud growl coming right at her. A dark wolf approaches, she runs further away, with her will to fight broken, an infant girl she seems at this moment; scared, terribly frightened. She stumbles and hits her head hard on a rock. It lies on the ground like an intended pillow. She sees faint images of two wolves fighting, howling and growling before she passes out. 
     ‘Don’t worry, you are safe now,’ He says. 
     A familiar scent filled Floras nostrils. She opens her eyes and sees Enzo. He carries her gently with both hands, walking slowly. It feels like a dream she will not wish to wake up from. Flora rubs her palm on his chest, and leans on him, filled with so much relief in her heart that he was alive. 
     ‘You’re really here.’ 
      The day grows darker. Enzo ignites a fire to light their way to a cave, and there they rest. He looks at Flora in a remorseful way. Flora gazes at Enzo pondering. 
      ‘There’s something different about you.’ She says 
      ‘What?’ 
     ‘You seem intensely troubled.’ Says Flora 
      ‘I haven’t been totally honest with you. There are few things about me, you do not know. I’m….,’ he stops speaking. He could hear another heartbeat in the cave. Its tempo becomes louder and louder as he walks towards Flora. ‘You’re with a child,’ he says. 
     ‘And you know this, how?’ Flora asks. 
     He places her hands on her stomach, amplifying the sound of the foetus inside her. Flora craughs. 
     ‘And I had no idea,’ she says. 
     ‘This changes things!’ Enzo says. He kisses her on the lips, cups a hand on her cheek, and the other hand on the cages of her ribs. He pulls her close. 
     ‘I’m here now. A life time spent alone seems like eternity. Now, all I see is a lifetime of possible infinities,’  he says to Flora. 
     ‘You wanted to say something?’ she asks.   
     ‘Its nothing dear,’ he says quickly, in his guise of pretence, caked with a smile. The surging heat from Enzo keeps Flora warm from the moist air. Being locked in one another’s embrace, they fall into a deep sleep. 
     ‘What bears the meaning of this?’ Gregory shouts out to the others.  They seemed to have been searching for Flora. Gregory points his sword at Enzo’s neck. Elvis Bradley and the elite enter into the cave. They sense a werewolf lingering beside Flora. They knew for sure, Enzo was one. 
     ‘Have you no shame?’ He strikes Flora. ‘You lie with this foul being?’ He asks. 
      Enzo is entangled by the hunters, brought to his knees by three men, holding him down. 
      ‘Let him be,’ she says. ‘He has done no wrong.’ She cries out to Elvis. 
      ‘You’ve clouded your sense of reasoning with your lust for this abomination.’ He pushes her away. 
     ‘The man you lay with is not human, but a werewolf,’ Sir Gregory says. He jams his boot into Enzo’s face, with a continuous assault on his face, with the pommel of his sword. Enzo begins to bleed. 
     ‘Stop this. Leave him alone.’Flora stops Sir Gregory. 
      Flora tries not to believe She crawls to Enzo, cups her hands on his face, dripping with scarlet sweats. Tears filled her eyes, and she looks into Enzo’s sea-blue eyes. 
     ‘Tell me this isn’t true, please, say to them this is not true,’ She is so sure Enzo’s answer will not break her heart. Enzo withholds from turning into his wolf form, for he could hurt Flora in the process of changing. 
     ‘I tried telling you this, believe me, I tried. I’m so sorry. I never meant any harm,’ he cries looking at her. Then he suddenly turns those harmless innocent sea blue eyes into olive green, with a deepened oval pupil. She gasps and moves backwards. 
     ‘How hilarious, I can’t seem to get this. You chose this creature over me?’ Gregory says giggling. He walks behind Enzo, pacing behind him back and forth. Flora still looking into Enzo’s eyes, she is filled with hidden tears, all about to burst wide open from her eyes. She finds no words to say to him anymore. 
     ‘What shall we do with him, Chief?’  A hunter asks. 
     ‘Take him prisoner,’ Elvis commands. 
      Having resentful thoughts towards Enzo, Sir Gregory impulsively attacks him, in a flash. He impales Enzo with his dagger, plunging right through his chest. ‘Filth,’ he says spiting on him. He pushes him off his dagger. Enzo falls right into Flora’s arms. 
     ‘Forgive me.’ his last words. His eyes shut slowly, looking at Flora one last time. She begins to sob, crying like a beaten child. 
     ‘No-no.’ Screams Flora, she cups a hand on his face and plants a kiss, her eyes are wet full of tears. ‘You killed him.’ Flora strikes Gregory at his face. ‘This is murder.’ She tries fighting him, but he binds her hands, holding her still. She tries letting herself loose but is consistently over-powered by the others. The troops drag her out from the cave into the field. 
      ‘Enzo!’ she screams. 
      Hoping he would come to her aid. She calls for him on and on but to no avail. Emptiness was all she felt there and then, her tears mirrored the flames from the torches. Her feet not its own, she looks behind, seeing how cruel fate could be. She sees its picture slipping from her further and further away. 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 SEAL HER FATE 
 
                                  SEAL HER FATE 
 
   
 H er feet moving through a quick sandy ground, she flees from the scene of two mysterious men slain by her. A foreboding thought lingered in her heart, as she runs back to her hidden shack. She looks around her home, throwing her dagger to the naked floor. She searches every corner of the room, and lifts up a cellar door. 
     ‘Come out honey, its safe now, mama is here now,’ Flora says. 
     
     ‘Are they gone?’ Enola speaks. 
     
     ‘Yes honey.’ 
       
      ‘I was so scared mama.’ 
   
      Flora Bradley and her thirteen-year-old daughter had no other choice but to leave their safe haven once more. The hunters and werewolves sought Enola’s timely demise. Enola shape-shifted into a human wolf like creature at age three, a hybrid child having the blood of a hunter and the genes of a wolf, the news went through the lands. Her fascinating nature seems a threat to their existence, and so repulsive they felt. Flora and Enola travel far away from Hobo to a land called Dahr Lotos. In their cryptic world, Enola stays hidden from the eyes of men as Flora works as a waitress in a tavern. 
      ‘Where’s my ale?’ a drunk speaks to Flora. 
   
     ‘On its way,’She says. 
   
     ‘I would have you lie with me tonight,’ He says. He forcefully pulls Flora towards himself assaulting her. 
   
      ‘Let me go!’She screams. 
   
      ‘Unhand, the lady, Sir,’ a man speaks from a table nearby. He walks calmly as he approaches them. ‘I’m sure your sick wife awaits your presence at this late hour,’ he says. The drunk tries to hit him, but he impedes his fragile cocked fist, throwing him to the ground. He puts him out from his blurry vision. 
   
     ‘Pay no mind, to the petty old drunk. I’m Dustin, Dustin Livingston. I haven’t seen you here before. What brings you to the land of filth and piss?’ he says. 
   
     ‘Work,’ she replies as she walks back towards the bar. He holds her by the hand gently, 
   
      ‘If you need anything, be sure to ask. I’m quite known around here, and very easy to find.’ He smirks. 
   
     ‘Thank you, but I need no help,’ Flora says. 
 
   
 
     Back at Hobo . 
   
     ‘Have faith father, he still lives, this I know.’ Declan says. 
   
      ‘You live on false hopes my boy. If he be well, what has become of him all these years, that he forgets his people, his family? I have lost faith my son. He is never coming back home. He is dead- dead and gone.’ Earl speaks as he drinks his wine. 
   
      The hunters assemble; sitting as equals. They skim a plot to bring Flora and her abominable child back to Hobo. All yelling, Gregory looks at each hunter with disgust. 
   
       ‘Patience people.’ Sir Gregory speaking. ‘We’ve tried every possible means to kill the child, but over time failed.’ He angrily slams the table, screaming at them all, being vexed by the continuous outcome of events. Then he poises and speaks calmly to them all. 
   
      ‘It’s time for a different mode of approach.’   
   
      ‘And what do you suggest?’E lvis Bradley asks. 
   
       He smiles at Elvis, ‘We play a game.’ He stands smiling as he takes his leave with an unknown visitor.  They could see him whisper, “ I shall bring them all to their knees ”, he says. 
   
      Enola never ceases to ask for her father. 
   
      ‘Mother, when is Papa coming home?’ she asks. 
   
      ‘Papa will come home soon honey, his just really busy that’s all.’ Flora hides the mystery of Enola’s nature from her; though Enola quite knew she was different from other children her age, also Flora refusing to speak of anything which concerns her father. She kisses Enola on her forehead and sings her to sleep. 
   
      Later that night, Flora decides not to have dinner, she goes out to the meadow, the pale moon casting its light on the grass and wildflowers, there in the middle of it stood a wolf, its colour bared the symbol of innocence. She blinked, rubbed her eyes and blinked again, as the wolf stares at her, looking closer she sees a man. 
   
       ‘Enzo, you’re alive?’ ‘Enzo, Enzo, you don’t know how hard it has been.’ She ran across the grass, desperate to meet him. He smiled at her as he wipes the cold tears from her face with his finger, 
   
      ‘Sorry my love, I didn’t mean to take so long.’ She hugs him tight, kissing him on his lips; her soul ached for his return. 
      
      ‘The day you died, I died with you; my heart beats for only one thing now.’ 
     
      ‘And what’s that?’ Enzo inquires. 
   
      ‘We have a child, a girl.’ ‘Her name’s Enola.’ Flora speaks. Enzo kisses Flora, 
   
      ‘Say nothing more, my love.’ 
   
      ‘I’m here now, it’s all that matters.’ he lays her gently to the ground, her eyes widened as she caught the deliberately flirtatious innuendo. As he watched, her cheeks blush. And about the same time, a little frown line appeared between her brows. 
   
      ‘Is this real,’ she said slowly. 
   
      ‘Don’t you feel me?’ he said. 
   
      The air was colder than she had anticipated, the flowers tickled her skin as he kisses her gently, repeatedly on her thighs, he rolls up her gown, kissing his way up to her breast, caressing her bottom, and Flora sighs as she curls an arm around his neck. Now her breasts were pressed snugly against his arm. His fingers stimulating the warm skin of her hips, goose bumps surfaced all over her arms, her body throbbed with arousal, a few more inches and he would be touching her most intimate secrets, now she wanted him badly, so bad that she unzipped his trousers, pulling him closer to herself, as she holds his hard erection placing it at the entrance of her core. Even in the dim light she saw him pale. His expression was hard to read. But the dark eyes that gazed at him so solemnly judged him and found him wanting. He presses deep into her wet entrance, a feeling missed for decades; she gives a long, soft moan. 
   
      ‘Don’t let go.’ he says. Both her legs crossed right above his waist, she pushes herself deeper into him, as he stands to his feet lifting her up, thrusting back and forth, slowly, repeatedly, so slow he was, she could feel him entering the depth of her soul, tearing her open, his face was so close to hers she leaned forward a few inches and kissed him. His lips where so cold, she felt herself get soaking wet, this wasn’t from me! Looking at Enzo, his eyes appeared white as he bleeds from his mouth down to his torso, fear enveloped her as Enzo pulls away slowly. 
   
      ‘I’m with you, always and forever.’ He says. The pale moon light darkened on him as he disappears into thin air. 
   
   
      Oh no! She gasps, waking from her dream. She cries pretty loud on her bed. Her dreams prove once again she had indeed lost Enzo. She remains tormented the remaining hours of the night till dawn. Walking to the tavern that morning, she sees Dustin in a fight with two men. Observing he was a good fighter, she stands watching in astonishment. He head butts one, knocking him out instantly. He waves at Flora, as she leaves his public display of masculinity. 
   
      Flora arrives at the tavern and sees Olympia. Olympia happens to be Flora’s only friend since she moved to  Dahr Lotos. A sister she is to her, one she never had the privilege to enjoy. 
   
      ‘Good morning,’ Olympia greets Flora. 
   
     ‘Morning.’ She replies. 
   
      ‘You seem not yourself this morning dear friend, home trouble?’ Olympia speaking. 
   
     ‘More or less.' Flora says. 
   
     ‘My dreams torment me,’ Flora cries out, leaning on Olympia’s shoulder. She pats her gently on the back, 
   
     ‘It’s alright. Sometimes, we can’t change things, but leave with them as they are.  Everything will be fine,’ she says. 
   
     Olympia’s words comfort Flora, helping her scale through the day’s work ahead. At dusk, the tavern is flooded with people, all yelling and cheering as they drank their ale. Flora prepares to go back home. She walks by the alley and notices she is being followed. She takes a different turn from the route leading to her home. Behind her still, the men linger at a distant pace from her. She takes a deep breath and senses they are werewolves. 
   
     What next, this is bad! With nothing to defend herself, she knew for sure, she was in for something big. 
   
     ‘What do you want?’ She yells. 
   
      They remain silent, one turns into a wolf advancing towards Flora. She walks backwards slowly, attempting to flee, and bumps into something. 
   
     ‘I guess this is your idea of not needing any help,’ Dustin says. 
   
      He shoots an arrow right into the wolf’s skull; his aim so accurate, fast, and confident. More arrows loose in the dark, he sends three more wolves to the afterlife. The remaining pack dashes away. 
   
     ‘Thank you, Sir, Thank you,’ she says. 
   
     ‘We have to leave here now.’ he says. 
   
      Flora mounts Dustin’s beast as they ride in haste to her home. 
   
      ‘Wake up honey, we have to leave now,’ she says. 
   
     They both pack up. Coming out of the house, Dustin sees Enola; such a beautiful child with long dark curly hair and deep sea blue eyes. 
   
     ‘You have a child?’ he asks. 
   
     ‘Yes, I do,’  Flora says. Enola walks to Dustin and holds him by the hand. 
   
     ‘Are you my Papa?’ She asks smiling. 
   
     ‘No little one, I am not,’ he says.  Suddenly there was a loud howl from afar; three dark wolves furiously races towards them. 
   
     ‘Get into the house,’ Dustin cries, he stands his ground, aiming his arrow at them but he misses. They seem faster than before. Flora unveils her sliver sword from a sheet of wrapped clothes. She shields Enola behind her. She defensively fights off two wolves attempting to devour Enola. Meanwhile, Dustin gets entangled with a wolf. His beast comes to his aid stumping on the wolf’s spine, rendering it paralytic at the moment. He quickly jabs his dagger into its throat. The continuous roars, howls and the frightening sight of danger began to trouble Enola’s senses, seeming like she was holding back on unleashing her fury; but with a sudden outburst of rage, she screams aloud as she howls, shape-shifting into her hybrid form. In a flash, she throws a wolf, crashing it into the house, she moves so fast. She is hardly seen by anyone. In a glimpse, the wolves were all dead. Flora was petrified by Enola’s super strength and speed. She looked pale white, with long claws and razor sharp fangs in place of her premature teeth. 
   
     ‘What in the world is she?’ He says, looking afraid. ‘This is no child.’ 
   
     Flora shuns him. ‘She’s my daughter.’ She walks up to Enola, as she slowly takes a knee in front of her. She strokes her hair gently, and cups her cheek; her eyes were a spiting resemblance of her fathers. ‘It’s ok honey. Mama’s here.’ She sings a song. Enola comes out of her form and collapses.  Dustin speaking from a safe distance, 
   
     ‘As much as I would love to ask questions, we have to leave now, I know a place. You’ll both be safe there,’ He says. 
   
     With no thoughts of her own, she follows him blindly. They ride continuously for days. They stop to camp at the Shires of Arkenia. Enola sleeps, while Dustin and Flora engage themselves in a deep conversation. 
   
     ‘How did all this come to happen?’He asks. 
   
     She gives him a brief history of the events leading to this present moment. 
   
     ‘It doesn’t seem all that bad, you still have her, your priceless jewel.’ he cups a palm on her cheek as he leans further to her. With his lustful eyes, he gazes into hers and goes for a kiss. Floras lips got frozen. She slowly pulls away. 
     ‘I can't…, I just…’ ‘Why do you help us?’ Flora questions him. Then a faint voice is heard behind them. 
 Enola speaks to herself. 
   
     ‘Who are you? Papa, we’ve waited for you, for so long.’ 
   
      Flora crawls to Enola, her eyes wide open with her pupils looking dilated, as she speaks. 
      ‘Honey wake up, wake up, what’s happening to her?’ She shakes Enola repeatedly but she    remains trapped in her sleep. Dustin notices the mysterious beam of light from the moon shining on Enola. 
   
     In a dark room, a man groans furiously. 
   
     ‘Tell her, say it.’ Gregory speaks. ‘Tell her you’re alive.’ He punches him on the face. A sorcerer conjures a spell to send a message through him to Enola. Chained like the beast he is, he was locked up and tortured secretly for years by Gregory. The sorcerer manipulates his thought, speaking telepathically to Enola. 
   
     ‘I’m here my love, come to me. Come back home,’ He speaks. He groans, breaking the spell. 
   
     ‘They will never come, Flora knows better.’  Enzo says, as he comes out of the shadows. 
   
     ‘Oh yes, she will come, she dares not resist such a thing. You’re alive, that’s all that matters to her,’ ‘And when they do eventually come, I’ll see to it that you and your precious child drown in your own blood.’ Sir Gregory laughs loudly. ‘That would be a second death for you, how devastating?’ He concludes. 
   
     Enzo growls. ‘You lay even a finger on either of them, you’re dead. That, I promise you.’ Enzo says. 
   
     Sir Gregory leaves the cellar, locking him in a dark cold world, beneath the city. 
   
     ‘What just happened?’ Flora asks. 
   
     ‘I presume, she was under some kind of spell. It was meant to be a message. I have seen the likes of this before. But from whom?’ Dustin speaks. 
   
     ‘It’s Enzo no other but him! We must go to Hobo at once,  I’ve to save him.’ She says. 
   
    ‘That doesn’t seem wise, you know,’ Dustin says. 
   
     ‘I will not lose him the second time.’ Flora utters. 
   
     ‘It’s obvious you’re being lured into a trap. You would risk your life and that of your daughter’s for what?’  Flora gives a second thought on her quest to rescue Enzo. 
   
     ‘My friend will take care of the child; you need not to worry of her safety.’ He says. Dustin is unsure of what feelings he has for Flora. He decides to help. 
   
     The dark wolves all assemble once more; Enola still remained a threat to them. ‘The child still lives, my liege. The stench of her presence fills the land.’ A shifter speaks. 
   
     ‘Find her, kill her. This time, no excuses, or they will be your last.’ The Alpha speaks. 
   
     Flora walks in the street of Hobo, covering herself with a red cloak; Edward walks besides her pretending to be her lover. They know not where Enzo is being held captive. Flora decides to visit her old home. 
   
      ‘It’s empty, no one lives here anymore.’ She says. 
   
     ‘Is this your home?’ He asks. 
   
      ‘It was.’ She says, as she walks to a portrait; pictures of happy moments mirrored in her thoughts. She sees her younger self with her beloved parents. A rain drop falls from her left eye, as she looks at the portrait of her family. 
   
     ‘My, my, my, you did come. I knew you would.’ Sir Gregory speaks. ‘Coming here all alone? How brave of you sweet pea? And all for what...’ He laughs as he walks done the stairs. ‘Do you want to hear a little story? Yes of course, you would. Once you where being dragged away, I thought to myself of all the possibilities of having control over a wolf, I consulted the Solice, masters of the dark art. I brought your beastly looking lover back to life; hoping I could tame him. But he proved repulsive. It wasn't easy, but I did make it happen.’ He applauds himself. 
   
     ‘Here’s your money, hunter.’ He throws a bag of gold at Dustin’s feet. ‘As promised, a hundred and fifty gold pieces; for both mother and child.’ Sir Gregory says. 
   
     ‘What’s the meaning of this?’ Flora asks. She looks surprised feeling betrayed. She unsheathes her sword and points it at Dustin. ‘I’ll kill you where you stand.’ 
   
     ‘I can explain all this, just hear me out.’ he says. 
   
     ‘You tricked me,’ She says. ‘Everything about you was a lie.’ 
   
     ‘Oh, yes he did. He is merely a bounty hunter I hired to seek you out, dear one, and to keep you safe from harm of course.’ Gregory says. 
   
     ‘Take back your money. I have no need for it.’ He throws the bag of gold back at him. 
   
     ‘I’m so sorry. I should have told you this sooner. I…’ he stutters. 
   
     ‘Shut it,’ She says. 
   
      ‘Trust me, Enola’s safe.’ He says. 
   
     Flora attacks Sir Gregory, both swords clashing hard, creating a thunderous musical clap. Dustin comes to her aid. They both team up, fighting against Sir Gregory. A troop of soldiers comes in, surrounding them. The fighting stops. 
   
     ‘Lay your arms and I’ll spare your lives.’ Sir Gregory speaks. 
   
     Both surrendering, they drop their swords giving themselves up. 
   
     ‘I will not have this.  I’m no coward!’ Dustin pulls a hidden dagger from his belt. He evades the troops, with a vociferous scream. He charges at Gregory.  Gregory plunges his sword right through Dustin. A sudden rage of climax, which ended badly for him. 
   
     ‘You have no idea, who I am.’  Sir Gregory takes his head off, and throws it at Flora. 
   
      ‘You dog,’ she says. 
   
     ‘Take her away. We have a party to grace.’ He announces. 
   
     Deep underneath the city, Enzo struggles to break free from his shackles. A familiar scent fills his senses; a feeling missed for decades. His heartbeat roared when the door opens, the tempo of his heart beats thrice its normal rate, his eyes filled with despair, as Flora is thrown to his feet. 
   
    ‘Enzo, Enzo.’ She kisses his torn lips. ‘You’re alive.’ 
   
     ‘You should not be here,’ he says. 
   
     ‘I had no choice. I would rather perish, than leave far from you, knowing you still live.’ She says. With her arms hanged around his neck, she kisses him some more. ‘I need you, we need you.’ 
   
     ‘Where’s our child.’ Enzo asks. 
   
      ‘She’s safe.’ 
   
     ‘No, she isn’t,’ he snares harshly. 
   
     She’s faraway from here,’ she says. 
   
     ‘It’s time for a little family reunion.’ Gregory declares as he brings Enola in, with his hands on her shoulders. A tease of threat was seen in his eyes as he looks at Enzo. ‘Run to Daddy.’ 
   
      ‘How could this be, how did he find her?’ Flora wondered. 
   
     He stretches out his hands and was given a sack coated red beneath its base, dripping with blood. He opens it up as he pours out his trophies. The faces seemed familiar; they were those of Dustin’s friend and his family. 
   
     ‘You’re insane. What has become of you?’ she inquires. 
   
     ‘Now that I have all your attention, let’s cut down to the grand finale. Shall we? Who dies first?’ He points a finger at each of them, as he continues his cruel disgusting speech, ‘I wonder, how about the little one? I love her so much. She dies first.’ 
   
     ‘Don’t you dare touch her,’ Enzo screams, struggling continuously, trying to break the chains. He growls, building up momentum. 
   
     Suddenly, there was a cry behind them. 
   
     ‘Help, help.’  A flame torch goes out, as one of the guards disappears. Green eyes shine in the dark hall. The troops turn around, wandering what just happened. The dark wolves sneaked into the city, tracking Enola down to the cellar. 
   
      ‘They are here,’ Enola whispers to her mother. 
   
     ‘Hide,’ Enzo tells Flora. 
   
     ‘Where?’ There’s certainly nowhere to run to, they are trapped. With a loud roar, he begins to pull the chains from its roots. The wolves attack the troops, all fighting for their petty lives. Gregory, having no choice, joins the assault. He has to fight for his life. 
   
     ‘Kill them all,’ he says. 
   
       Enzo’s eyes turn green as he looks at Enola. He turns to his wolf breaking from the shackles. 
   
       ‘Get on my back.’ He speaks to Enola telepathically. She holds her mother by the hand. 
   
      ‘Come on.’ 
   
      They both mount him, he dashes right through the swarm, running out of the cellar. He runs fast along the streets of the city, gaze bore on them; for the people had never seen such a thing. He howls loudly as he passes through the city gates, he calls to his pack. 
   
     ‘He’s alive, he’s lives still,’ Earl rejoices. 
   
     Declan runs to his father. ‘Did you hear, Enzo, he calls for us, what are we waiting for?’ They both change alongside the others, racing towards Enzo’s howling call. Enzo was being chased by a pack of dark wolves, as he enters the woods. 
   
     ‘We can’t out run them for long,’ Flora says. 
   
     ‘He knows, Papa’s got a plan. He says trust me.’ He then stops. 
   
     The place seemed familiar to Flora.  
   
     ‘This was where you first met,’ Enola speaks. 
   
     ‘And how did you know this?’ ‘He told me.’ Enola smiles. 
   
     ‘Get ready,’  Enzo says. The dark wolves were getting closer. Enzo charges, hurriedly intercepting them before impact, loud growls follows him. Earl and the pack dash right behind him. It was a night to remember forever. A night when victory was not determined by strength nor skill, but by love and the passion to fulfill destiny. They fought furiously in the dark woods, killing every enemy wolf. 
   
     Enzo comes out of the shadows with his pack. They all head back to their camp, deep in the woods. 
   
     ‘She’s my daughter,’ he says to Earl. He speaks to his father away from the hearing of others. Earl is not happy by the turn of events. Yet, he realizes how much he loves Enzo. 
   
     ‘Welcome back,’ Declan says, hugging his little brother. 
   
     ‘We celebrate tonight. My son is back, and I’m a grandfather.’ He stops speaking as he chokes, trying to breath, with an arrow in between his throat. He falls dead to the ground. 
   
     ‘This isn’t over,’ Gregory yells as gazes set on him. 
   
      He gives a low growl, his eyes turn green. He leans to the ground slowly as bending a knee to drop his bow; eyes fixed on them. 
   
    ‘We never got to finish our little show.’ He says laughing out loud. 
   
    ‘The girl, hand her over to me.’he says. He gives a rising growl, turning into a hybrid bearing a similar resemblance to the dark wolves. Then he growls hard. 
   
     ‘The miracles of sorcery,’ He says, looking at what he transformed into. The pack growls, looking at him. They all change to their wolves except Enzo. He walks up to Gregory, and looks him straight in the eye, 
   
    ‘You may have turned yourself into a wolf but you are not one.’ 
   
    ‘I’m a god.’ Gregory declares. 
   
     ‘This is for my father.’ Enzo flashes his green eyes at Gregory. A rock balled fists launches at Gregory’s hard skinned face. He morphs to his wolf, as the other wolfs attack Gregory. They are no match for him, being stronger and faster. He tears them limb from limb. Enzo, Declan and a few are left, all badly wounded and unable to continue the fight. Enzo assumes his position as alpha. He charges head-on at Gregory, biting deep into the cages of his ribs, alongside his hand. He tosses him up in the air, as he crashes into the blazing camp fire, shattering the erected pile of crossed image figure. Gregory stands up slowly, walking out the burning flames.  
   
     ‘You can’t kill me, I’m immortal.’ His wounds seals up quickly as he dashes right at Enzo, faster than before. Enzo can’t see Gregory coming. He pins Enzo against a tree with both hands. Gregory grasps onto Enzo’s limb and shatters his dense bones, rendering him lame. He slams his huge canine head to the ground over and over again, till he weakens. He then jumps way up, stumping on his sides, as he slashes deep into his white coat. Gregory looks back to the other wolves. 
   
      ‘Anyone else,’ he says. 
   
      ‘Leave them alone,’ Enola speaks. ‘Here I am. No one has to die for me,’ she says. 
   
     ‘No honey.’ Flora holds unto Enola as she tries presenting herself forward. Like a warlord, walking on the rugs of super victory, he walks calmly towards them. 
   
     ‘You will not touch her.’ Flora picks a flaming stick, bashing it at Gregory’s face. 
   
     ‘Ouch, that hurts a bit.’ He grabs her by the hand tightly, and pulls her closer to himself. 
   
     ‘You’ve hurt me for the last time,’ he says. He lifts her up with a hand, strangling her as she fades out, and tosses her away.  
   
     ‘You’re next,’ he says to Enola. 
   
     ‘Mama.’ She runs to her mother, as she cries holding her. ‘Wake up mummy, wake up.’ 
   
     ‘No one’s going to help you little one, no one will save you now.’ He grabs her by her hair, pulling her backwards, making her neck vulnerable. The wolves saw no reason to come to Enola’s aid they have no knowledge of her. 
   
     ‘At last!’ He exclaims. He swings his claws at her. Enola gets a jump start of her canine instincts. Her eyes turn green as she changes, she evades his attack. 
   
     ‘Little brave thing,’ he says. 
   
     They begin the battle. Little was she, but her speed and strength matches his. She slashes her claws at his face, blinding one of his eyes. He retreats. This doesn’t smell too good for him. Enzo gains little strength. He limps, walking slowly as he calls the pack at his side. He growls, attacking Greogry. 
   
     Together! All circling Gregory, they bind him separately; each wolf holding him down with their jaws. Gregory screams trying to break free. 
   
      ‘Now,’ Enzo speaks to Enola, sinking his fangs deep into Gregory’s right shoulder. Her eyes glitter with a spark of olive-green. Rage fiercer like no other, she springs into the air, charging like a mad dog. Her claws mirrors the moonlight, as she slashes off Gregory’s head. His blood dark as coal, sprouted like a fountain from his headless body. Enzo turns back human; likewise Enola. Enzo afterwards sets his corpses ablaze. As the fire burns his corpse, his dark soul cries out as it leaves his body. 
   
     ‘Stay with me,’ Enzo says. He lifts Flora up ravishing her with golden kisses repeatedly. Enola holds her by the hand as Flora coughs, waking up. 
   
     ‘It’s over!’ Says Enzo. The trio, come together embracing as one. ‘We are home.’ Enzo says. 
   
     Elvis Bradley received news of Flora in Hobo and also Sir Gregory’s treachery. 
   
     ‘ This ends now ,’ he says. 
   
     Then a certain day came, 
   
     ‘Run…Enola… run.’ There where loud horrifying screams and growls in her head, filled with the promises of death in her dark vision. Flora wakes up. She looks at her side. Enzo is fast asleep. The door knobs squeak, in anticipation. Flora raises her head up high ready for a fight. Slowly, the door opens. Enola comes in, looking troubled. 
   
     ‘Mama, I had a bad dream.’ Flora wonders. She calls Enzo out of his slumber and gives him a worried face.  
   
     At the break of dawn, ‘I have to leave Declan,’ Enzo speaks in a voice full of fear. 
   
     ‘You can't. We need you here. I need you.....Please don't.’He holds his tears in. ‘You're all I have left,’ he says. 
   
     ‘It’s for the very best brother.’ He hugs him as he says his final goodbyes. Enzo’s departure from the pack breaks Declan’s heart. 
   
     ‘ Of one ill, come many ,’ Says Enzo. 
   
     With little allies to fight for them, Flora Bradley decides to leave Hobo for good. They venture into a wasteland, where she feels Enola will be safe; so she hopes. And there they lived in the beauty of their own little world. It’s over now. But still the future remains uncertain for the ones she holds endearing to her heart. 
   
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