Chapter 4

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"Elliot!" someone screamed making me jerk awake and growl at the danger. Again, the girl screamed. I got up and ran towards the source of the voice. The pained voice of that damsel in distress crushed my heart. I felt the need to protect her with my life.

I ran for what seemed like almost an hour until I reached a clearing. There were trees on all sides and nothing more. The wind blew and made noises as if it was some sort of a warning. I began walking away when something bright caught my eye. A silver charm of a teardrop.

A sudden sting was felt on my lower body and I fell limp on the ground and whimpered. I tried contacting my beta but my wolf was too drained to be of any help.

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The first thing that I seen when I woke up was the sun rising behind the mountains. I sighed and started walking back to the castle. This has been happening from a few weeks now.

I look down at myself to see that I'm in my sweat pants only so I close my eyes and picture my room. And viola, I'm in. I werespeeded to my metal locker and close my eyes, taking a deep breathe before entering the password and removing the remaining of it.

So far, I've collected a green eye, a heart, a teddy bear, a smiley, a book, an anchor, a wolf paw, a key and now a tear drop. Figures its to a charm bracelet since all of them are made of diamonds. Ya ya, The Alpha King knows what a charm bracelet is.

No one has seen it yet except myself. I know it means something big since it has the power to draw me- a king- to itself. I feel an urge to keep it safe and protect it with all my power and might. Males are protective over their mates and then there's me. Anyway, I've never been the go with the floor person I'm more of a kickass person. I'm a King. Others follow me, I don't have to follow others.

"Don't forget about your meeting with the girl in a few days." Mother's voice came ringing in through the intercom.

"Yes mother." Short responses equal to short conversations and trust me, I'm not interested in getting 'beauty' tips from my mother. Step-mother to be exact. My dad married again after he lost my mom to a rogue attack. Its fucking cliché but unfortunately true.

"Elliot, please make sure you work out and get sufficient sleep. We want this to work." Dad reminded through the fucking intercom once again. What is this, talk to Elliot day?

I growled loudly and crushed the intercom, throwing it at the entrance of my chamber. That girl must be kidding if she thinks I'm going to marry her. Call me sappy or whatever but my mate is all I will ever need. That twat can go fuck herself or the boyfriend she dumped in hopes of marrying the King.

Fucking middle class people.

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Minutes passed to hours, hours passed to days and finally it was the day. Just like before, I would wake up in the green forest every day to the sound of birds chirping like fucking retards. The symbols scared the bejesus out of me. I received an 'M' charm, a crescent moon and a symbol of the Royal crown for the queen. What can this possibly mean? Is the moon Goddess trying to tell me something? I recalled the information that I got from our wolfiepedia...

The MoonThe moon is a feminine symbol, universally representing the rhythm of time as it embodies the cycle. The phases of the moon symbolize immortality and eternity, enlightenment or the dark side of Nature herself. It might reflect inner knowledge, or the phases of man's condition on earth, since it controls the tides, the rains, the waters, and the seasons. It is the middle ground between the light of the sun and the darkness of night, and thus often represents the realm between the conscious and the unconscious. In astrology, the moon is a symbol of the soul, and in the horoscope it determines the subject's capacity for reflection and adaptation. It is also believed to connect souls together when two individuals at different places on the earth look at it unknowingly at the same time.

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