Echo.
The moment I stepped into the midst of the lycans, I could feel their eyes upon me, filled with disdain and contempt. I was an outsider, an intruder in their world, and they made sure I knew it. They saw me as nothing more than a pawn in their game, a means to an end. They hated me and I was honestly not that much fazed, we as werewolves looked at them the exact same way. We were mortal enemies after all and that was what we would always be.
Caesar stood tall and imposing, his presence casting a shadow over the entire pack. He looked at me with cold, piercing eyes, his expression a mixture of amusement and superiority. I could sense his power, his dominance, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I tried so hard to ignore the fact that he looked so darn good, his human form was like something out of a freaking magazine, he was like a god, something unreal, but then nothing at all can make a monster like him look attractive to me, a pig clothe in diamond is still nothing more than a pig. My heart burned with hatred and bitterness towards him, one that I had to try so hard to suppress, else I might give in to my inner mind that kept telling to simply lunge at the beast and stab his eyes out.
The other lycans that came with him sneered and whispered amongst themselves continously, mocking my presence among them. They obviously believed that I was beneath them, a weak and insignificant werewolf who had no place in their world, other than to slave away underneath their master, to warm his bed until he was tried of me and possibly feed me to the rest of them.
I could feel their collective judgment weighing heavily upon me, but I refused to let it break me. I stood tall, my chin held high, masking my inner turmoil behind a facade of confidence, behind the air of hatred and nonchalance. I have refused to show any weakness, any vulnerability. They may see me as nothing more than a stupid pawn and slave for them, but I was determined to prove them wrong, to focus on the fact that this was more than just being sold out to them, this was me helping my pack. That it was me doing this to end this torment from the lycans. That I was important and I could be a hero after all of this was done, I chose to focus on this positivity alone.
I could feel the tension in the air as we began our journey towards the Lycan's world. The lycans were on high alert, ready to defend their alpha at any cost. They moved swiftly and efficiently, like a well-oiled machine. I had to match their pace, their intensity, if I wanted to survive. The journey to the pack's territory stretched out before us, a winding path that seemed to go on forever. Even though both of our kinds were very much known for our speed and agility, I was more than shocked when Caesar and his pack decided to take a different approach. Instead of just running, they brought a truck to transport us and I honestly did not see that part coming, I had thought we were going to keep on trekking.
The sight of the truck made me relived as they were very much faster than I was and with the chains on my wrists and ankles, I was even slower. Even though it was very much old and worn with its metal exterior covered in rust, I was glad to be able to take a rest although it seemed to mock me as it was a stark contrast to the sleek and powerful lycans that surrounded me.
And I was right as Caesar's face was etched with a cold and unforgiving expression. His eyes gleamed with a merciless determination as a chilling smile crept across his face as he turned to me and said, "I thought a truck would be good enough for a princess like you, you have to thank me in everyway you can for this beautiful ride."
His words sent a shiver down my spine. The way he said it, the underlying mockery in his tone, made my skin crawl. It was as if he was taunting me and belittling me, as if he was daring to challenge his dominance. I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger and defiance welling up inside me. I wouldn't let his words get to me, I must not let him ruin this whole plan that my pack and I have conjured, any wrong move from me could get him to loose his mind and decide against all of these plans, we were benefiting more than he was after all, this was merely a game to him.
But then even though I may be a just a werewolf to them and just an omega, a pawn that can just be used my own pack as well but I was still a person, a princess of my own right. I deserved respect, not mockery and I will make sure that I get all of that, soon.
The journey in the truck was bumpy and uncomfortable. The lycans sat around me, their piercing eyes filled with a mix of curiosity, the atmosphere was very much icy and the lycans around me kept on giving me a cold shoulder, their gazes filled with disdain but I did not expect more of course. I only felt very much isolated and alone now that I was away from my pack and the family that I had known for years.
Amidst the sea of unfriendly faces, one person seemed to suddenly stand out. Due to the way many of the lycans kept beckoning on him, I got to know soon enough that his name was Noah, and he offered me a somewhat encouraging smile which was like bliss in the midst of all the looks of disdain and hatred. The smile illuminated his handsome face, transforming his features into a picture of warmth and kindness, it was infectious, spreading a sense of comfort and acceptance that washed over me like a soothing balm. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me in that moment. In that single smile, I could see a flicker of understanding and compassion, it gave me a glimmer of hope, a reminder that not everyone here saw me as an enemy.
Thoughts of Liam, my mate, flooded my mind. I wished I had the chance to see him before I was taken away. The longing for his presence tugged at my heart, making me feel a pang of sadness, I could not believe that all of these was happening just when I was supposed to get married to him very soon. I tried to push those thoughts aside, to distract myself from what awaited me, but it proved to be a futile effort.
The plan was for me to make Caesar fall in love with me somehow. It sounded like a daunting task, it is not something that I had ever been trained for after all, there had been absolutely no reason for me to be trained for that. As a werewolf, I had always relied on the bond of a fated mate, a love that came naturally and effortlessly. But now, I had to learn to give a different kind of love, a love that was strategic and manipulative. I have to learn to act and to seduce just to get this plan of mine in motion.
Unlike my sister Easter, who possessed an easily seductive allure, I was quite the opposite. I was more reserved, more timid in nature. I just had to hope that my lack of sexuality would go unnoticed by the Ceaser, that somehow, I will be able to do this.
When we arrived at our destination, what met my eyes was a quaint old thatched roof house. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as the door creaked open, revealing an old priestess. Her wrinkled face held wisdom and power, but also an eerie aura that sent shivers down my spine.
As I was forced out of the truck in heavy chains, Caesar wasted no time, even without saying a thing that I needed to undergo the pack link ritual before being taken to his house. Panic surged within me as I realized the implications of this ritual. The pack link ritual was a solemn and ancient ceremony that connected supernaturals to their respective packs on a deep and profound level. It was a sacred practice, filled with mystical energy and held great significance within each of our cultures. It meant severing my connection to my family pack, cutting off the bond that had shaped my identity and provided me with a sense of belonging.
"No! No, please, no. Do I really have to go through this pack link ritual with your kind? I am just here as a slave, am I not? Why should this need to be done, please, don't make me do this?" I pleaded as I resisted fiercely, unwilling to let go of the only link I had left to my loved ones.
But my protests fell on deaf ears as they forced me forward, their grip tightening around my arm. The sense of helplessness washed over me as I was guided towards the priestess, who held the power to sever my ties. Fear gnawed at my heart as I stood before the priestess, knowing that once this ritual was complete, I would be further isolated from everything I held dear. The priestess, draped in worn robes adorned with symbols of power, began the ritual. She chanted in a melodic yet haunting tone, her voice resonating with an otherworldly presence. Her words seemed to weave a tangible thread that linked me to the pack, binding us together in a metaphysical bond.
The air crackled with an electric energy as the priestess gestured with weathered hands, summoning the unseen forces of nature. I could feel a gentle tug, as if an invisible thread was delicately pulling at my essence, bridging the gap between myself and the pack. It was as if my very soul was being intertwined with the collective spirit of the lycans that I hated so much.
Images of my pack flashed before my eyes, memories of shared hunts, laughter, and moments of solace. Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and allowed the ritual to unfold, a mix of resignation and determination swirling within me. I knew that I had to find a way to survive this ordeal, not only for myself but for the pack that relied on me.
I can do this, it shouldn't be that hard, right?