My body trembles.
I can’t lose Damon. I can’t let King Fenris kill him!
Flame begins to erupt from the ground beneath my feet, and everyone steps back in fear. The ground shakes vigorously as the harsh wind blows dust, debris and leaves around. The sound of thunder roars in the sky, and lightning whips through the clouds. My breathing becomes heavy, and the elements become stronger and more ferocious with each passing moment.
I’m now engulfed in a ball of flame, wind, water and debris, and it’s only growing bigger.
I try to calm my emotions to tame my powers, but I have lost all control of the elements. I know everyone here is now in danger of being killed.
‘Run,’ I yell to the warriors and soldiers.
‘What is she doing?’ King Fenris yells as he steps back, still holding the knife to Damon’s throat.
‘Everyone needs to move now, or you will be killed. I think she is losing control of her powers,’ Hugo shouts to everyone.
Hugo helps an injured soldier up and flees the area. The other soldiers, warriors and villagers follow Hugo’s lead and help the wounded away to safety.
The ground continues to shake, which causes everyone to lose their balance. The wind is so strong some are lifted into the air. They desperately hold on to the trees. A fire has begun to spread around us.
‘You have to let me go, or we will all die, including you,’ Damon yells.
‘If I’m going to die, I will take you with me,’ King Fenris says as he presses the knife harder into Damon’s throat.
‘Damon!’ I scream.
An arrow whistles past my ear and hits King Fenris straight into his shoulder. He drops the silver knife and cries in pain as he pulls the arrow out. Hugo tackles King Fenris to the ground and begins to punch him repeatedly. Hugo reaches for the silver knife and plunges it into the chest of King Fenris. A brief moment goes by as his body becomes limp. King Fenris is dead.
I still have no control of the elements, and everyone is trying to flee or hold on to anything with dear life. I cry, knowing they are being injured or killed by my powers. I am trapped inside my sphere of elements.
I can’t get out, and I’m unable to stop it.
‘Maia!’
Damon calls out my name. It’s hard to see anything past the debris and flames.
‘Damon, is that you? Please tell me you are alright?’ I cry.
I can see Damon. He is on the ground, slowly crawling towards me, fighting through the debris.
My head is beginning to hurt, and everything is now blurry. I try to focus on Damon.
The wind pushes him back, and he is still bleeding from the stab wound. Nevertheless, he uses all his strength to fight through all the elements and continues toward me.
‘Damon,’ I yell as I reach my hand out to him. The debris is cutting into him, and the flame burns his skin, but he doesn’t stop. He can almost reach my hand.
‘I don’t know how to stop this,’ I say.
Damon reaches his hand into the sphere of elements. I take his hand. He wraps his arms protectively around me and holds me tight.
‘Maia, my beautiful, dear mate, I love you so much,’ he says.
We affectionately cup each other’s faces in our hands and lovingly gaze into each other’s eyes. Then, finally, Damon smashes his lips on mine, and we kiss with intense passion and desire for each other.
The sphere of elements grows bigger, and we separate for a moment and breath heavily.
‘Damon?’
‘Yes, my Luna?’ He says.
‘Before we die together, I want you to mark me,’
Damon smiles. His eyes change into his wolfs, and he begins to kiss and nuzzle my neck in the spot he is about to mark. I let out a moan in response. Damon growls with desire, and my body arches as his teeth sink into my neck. My body instantly feels like it is going to explode with lust. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Damon withdraws his teeth. We breathe heavily in unison as the intoxicating feelings take over my body and connect our souls forever. I’m suddenly consumed by darkness.
Alpha King Damon
As soon as my teeth sink into Maia’s neck, marking her, the sphere of elements and debris slowly dissipates along with the tremors. The warriors, soldiers and villagers watch on in awe from a safe distance, then slowly approach, surrounding Maia and me.
After being marked, Maia fainted in my arms, which most females normally do after being marked. It also stopped her powers from killing everyone.
I now feel a warm fire running through my veins, and my heart is beating intensely. My inner wolf howls with joy and happiness at marking our mate. Our souls are now connected. We are now complete and as one.
I stand up. Maia is asleep in my arms. The warriors and the soldiers are all on their knees, bowing down to Maia and me.
‘Long live King Damon, long live Queen Maia,’ Everyone chants and cheers.
Maia wakes from the cheers. I hold her up while she leans her head against my chest. Her arms are tight around my waist. We look at each other, smile, and then look back at the soldiers and warriors. Maia has tears running down her face with a look of gratitude to everyone. I take Maia to Vivian so she can rest while I order the warriors and soldiers to pile up the bodies of the dead and burn them.
The dead have been burned, the injured have been tended to, and my wound is slowly healing. I ask for everyone’s attention.
‘My people of Moon Crest Valley and West Wallow. As of this day, our kingdoms have become one. There will be no more living in fear but in acceptance of each other. With me as your King and Alpha and Maia as your Queen and Luna, we will bring you happiness and live our lives free of war and hatred,’
Everyone cheers and applauds. Maia walks toward me with Vivian and Ember by her side.
The ground starts to tremble. I run to Maia and hold her close. Everyone then stares at Maia.
‘It’s not me this time,’ she says in confusion.
Everyone loses their balance from the vibration of the ground and trees.
Countless trees begin to shake, and their trunks rip open. We all observe with excitement and intrigue as children climb out of the splintered trees. They are elemental sprites with eyes of many hues, including yellow, green, and pink.
Orc children with varying shades of green skin immediately giggle, play, and wrestle with one another. Cute little witches chase each other while waving their wands in the air.
The children halt, glance around, and cheerfully wave at one another before continuing to play tag together. The children pay no attention to the thousands of soldiers, warriors, and stunned villagers, who watch on, covered in dirt and blood from the recent battle.
Maia and I look up at each other in disbelief.
‘What are we going to do with all these children?’ I ask Maia,
‘We will have to find them all families to live with, but in the meantime, how big is our castle?’ She asks with a nervous giggle.
I look down at her big beautiful violet eyes.
‘Oh no, no, Maia, let’s think about this. There must be over a hundred children here?’
‘Do we have enough room in our castle until they are all adopted?’ She asks.
‘The castle has plenty of room, but…’ I sigh.
‘It’s settled then, and we can employ some nannies to help look after them until they are all adopted by loving families.’ Maia says happy with the plan.
I smile and no, liking the idea of nannies to help.
