The Gift chronicles

Book 2 Chapter 1

Book 2 Prologue

 

When things had settled down, Ares has been immersed in the pain of losing her pup. Cain said he did not need an heir, but Ares knew how much he wanted to have his own pup.

But we know, time can help, making Ares better emerge from her shadows with Cain's love.

One morning after three months, a knock came to Cain's house.

"Thane?" Cain felt surprised as he saw him.

"I've got some information about Wilson's trail." Thane nodded.

"So you ready to go?" Cain raised his eyebrow.

"Yes, something must be solved, or else our pack will be in danger again." Said Thane.

"I should go with you, but you know, I swore to the Moon Goddess." Cain looked apologetically at Thane and patted him on the shoulder. "Anyway, take care. Recently we found the rouge's trail around the forests. I don't want you to get hurt."

Thane nodded, and he left the pack after three days.

What he did not know was that fate was waiting for him.

Onyx's pov

I killed my mother.

Inadvertently, of course. I'm not a monster.

my Gift given to me by the Moon Goddess, I drained the life out of her as

various ways, black meaning that I have to drain energy from other life forms in order to have the power to make the

been a blessing was

of my mother while she birthed me, but my father killed

didn't resurface for six more years after the death of my mother. At the time, my mother's death was attributed to natural causes. People die. It happens, and the rest of

in our pack, Crimson Shadow. Six years after my cursed birth, I was playing with the

was it. He was fast, and as an unranked wolf, I was unable

felt a huge influx of power. It ran through my blood

was quickly replaced with fear as I heard the young Alpha to be cry out in pain. To my shock, his whole arm had blackened, and turned to dust right in

as did

missing arm, and kicked me out of the pack, stating that I was too much of

I became a rogue. Luckily, my grandmother didn't hesitate to leave the pack with me,

later, is currently

the bed, I held her hand as she laid peacefully on the bed, a small smile playing on her

My grandmother gently said,

my eyes. "You could hold on a little

your grandfather passed away two decades ago. I'm sick and weak.

I informed her honestly,

playful even though her hands were shaking slightly. "It's my time

caring how petulant I sounded. "I don't know what to do without you. I'll be so lonely," I begged her to see it from my

up, no matter the situation. Even on her deathbed, she held no anger or negativity. "You'll find your mate someday, child. You'll never know loneliness after that." Her gaze grew distant as she recalled memories of my grandfather. She had told me so many stories from when they were young. They had met when they were both 17, and it was love

to heal you, Grams. I can go drain the life from a few trees and we can try—" Her stern

Dying from old age is not the worst way to go,

take your life, why do I have to be the one to end it?" I begged, not wanting to

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