THEIRS:A DEAL WITH THE MOON GODDESS

CAMILLA'S p.o.v

The house was big and impressive, with smooth stone walls and large windows. Vines grew along one side, adding a touch of green. A wide staircase led to a heavy wooden door with a shiny handle. The garden was neat, with trimmed bushes and colorful flowers surrounding the house.

Inside, the house was bright and spacious. The floors were shiny wood, and a large staircase with polished railings stood in the center. The walls were painted soft colors and decorated with paintings.

The furniture looked expensive, with soft couches and a big dining table. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, filling the rooms with warm light. Everything was neat and perfect, like it belonged in a magazine.

If my memory serves me correctly, I could remember one of the brothers, the one with the trimmed haircut, saying this was their late father's house.

I could feel myself burning up, Romano had tried to stop the brothers in the most mild way possible. He didn't want to attract attention, knowing it would only backfire. It grew worse as Carlo threatened to burn down the whole street if he didn't release me.

Romano drew me to the side of the pack house and pleaded for patience, promising that he would free me out of the shackles of the Mano brothers.

Fortunately for me, I was assigned a driver, while the brothers opted to run through the woods. The space was much needed. Seeing that I hadn't said a word since I stepped out,I noticed the tension between them. It was palpable, like there was an invisible rift stuck between them.

Resting on the balcony of the magnificent Manor,I trembled slightly at the horrific scene I witnessed back at home. Yes it was still my home, because my mind was made up. I was going to reject them.

Ordered to bring my clothes was Julia, and as she approached us, with two luggages filled with my clothes, she exchanged hurried looks with me, her eyes glistening with tears as she walked past me, towards the car.

Just then, a loud voice, one which I recognized too fast, sliced through the tensioned silence in the air. All heads snapped towards the looming figure approaching.

The moon illuminated the dark area and as Fredricko came into view, I was convinced he had gone crazy. His fangs were on full display and his dark eyes now shine the normal yellow the pack members had. The way he clenched and unclenched his fist like he was prepared for a fight made me sign in irritation.

"Cam, come over here," he motioned to his back,his gaze never faltered as he glared at the Mano brothers. I ignored his words, wondering what he was up to.

"What's he up to," Julia whispered behind me, if it wasn't for the situation I was faced with, I would have been startled because I didn't know when she got close to where I was currently standing. I shrugged absentmindedly as I watched the drama unfold before me.

"Now listen to me, you scroundrels, she…is…mine," he said, pointing at me but his gaze was still not on mine.

"He's signing his death warrant," Julia said slowly, I could smell her fear. Fear, that's what everyone feels for the Mano family. They were known for their brutality,ruthlessness and power.

The main reason why Dad hated them, he always complained to me that the family was filled with egoistic bastards.

"Let's go," The one which I understood was called Nicollo muttered, pushing himself off the car he was leaning on. They all ignored Fredricko's existence. But I could see Carlo's adam's apple bob, he was showing a bit of emotions.

Lost in my observation of the men, who were the cause of the warmth in my chest, but also the uneasiness I was feeling, I didn't realize when Fredricko walked towards me.

But the sudden grip on my hand, made me aware, I didn't have much time to protest, before the hulk of a brother. Carlo shifted into his wolf form.

Carlo's transformation was sudden, a blur of movement that made the air crackle with tension. One moment, he stood as a man, his sharp jaw set and his dark eyes simmering with restrained fury.

The next, his body contorted with unnatural speed, bones snapping and reforming as dark fur sprouted across his massive frame. His wolf form was enormous, a hulking beast of muscle and power, with fur as black as midnight and eyes glowing an intense gold that seemed to pierce through the night.

A guttural growl rumbled from his chest, sending shivers down my spine. He moved with terrifying swiftness, a blur of shadow and menace, closing the distance between himself and Fredricko in the blink of an eye.

Fredricko barely had time to react before Carlo pounced, his massive claws swiping across Fredricko's chest with brutal precision. The sound of fabric tearing and flesh yielding filled the air, followed by Fredricko's pained grunt as he staggered back.

"Stop it!" I yelled, my voice cracking as the scene unfolded. My body froze, torn between fear and the instinct to intervene. But my voice was drowned out by the savage growls and the sound of bodies colliding.

Fredricko tried to defend himself, his fists swinging wildly, but he was no match for Carlo's sheer strength and ferocity. Each strike from Carlo sent Fredricko in much pain,his body battered and bloodied in moments.

"Carlo, enough!" Romano's voice boomed, but his attempt to intervene was delayed by the shock of Carlo's aggression. The other Mano brothers stood back, their expressions unreadable, though Nicollo's tense posture suggested he was ready to act if needed.

Fredricko collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, his body trembling with the effort to rise.

"Carlo," Romano called again, this time stepping forward with more authority. "That's enough. You've made your point."

For a moment, I thought Carlo wouldn't stop. His golden eyes burned with a primal rage, and his claws flexed as if ready to strike again. But then, with a low, reluctant growl, he backed away, his massive frame heaving with exertion.

Fredricko remained on the ground, bloodied and broken, his breaths shallow and labored. Carlo shifted back into his human form, his transformation seamless and unnervingly calm.

His dark eyes, now free of their golden glow, locked onto mine with a mixture of possessiveness and something more primal.

I forced my gaze away from his bare chest, as a guard brought fresh clothes towards him. I swallowed hard as heat pooled up in between my thighs.

A brutal attack just occurred before me, on my ex and fellow pack member but I was getting turned on by the possessiveness and the alluring build of the attacker. Ewww.

The sound of approaching footsteps, jolted me out of my thoughts.The girl who introduced herself as Ana showed up, with her hands clasped behind her back and her head slightly bowed.

"Miss, your room is ready," she declared.

In few minutes,I was all cleaned up and ready for bed, I drifted off to sleep immediately my head rested on the bed.

*****

The pains wouldn't stop, it was so uncomfortable and excruciatingly unnerving, gosh I couldn't endure this. I looked around my surrounding, wondering how I got into the woods. It wasn't the regular woods I grew up around.

This one was filled with white flowers and trees filled with equally white leaves, it looked like a decoration, everything looked heavenly. If it wasn't for the pain I was feeling, I would have explored the whole place.

I couldn't help but wonder how the stick currently stucked in my belly got there, I was confused on what to do, I was feeling pain but no sight of blood.

Already fed up of the pain,I held the tip of the stick, steadying my breath, I was just about to pull at it. When I heard a feminine voice.

"That decision would only lead to your destruction, my child," the soft voice rang out.

I quickly looked around to find the source of the voice but no one was on sight, just as I dismissed it as hallucination. I made to hold the stick causing me immense pain. The voice stopped me again.

"I'm your creator, I know what's best for you, get rid of the discomfort and die," her voice echoed across the empty woods as fear gripped me.

I opened my mouth to speak, only then did realization settle in, my creator. I have only one creator. The moon goddess.

A loud scream followed in the wood.My eyes shot open, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, searching for the stick that had caused me so much pain in the dream. But there was nothing no wound, no blood, just the steady rise and fall of my body as I tried to calm my racing heart.

The room was dimly lit by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the large windows. The once-overwhelming pain was gone, replaced by the dull ache of fear still gripping my chest.

My breaths came in short, panicked gasps, and it took a moment to realize I was safe, lying in a plush bed within the Mano brothers' manor.

It was just a dream.