The other soldiers rushed to his side their eyes widening as they saw Phenrix's motionless body. He was pale his skin almost blending with the lifeless leaves beneath him. A pool of dried blood surrounded him staining the ground a dark foreboding shade. Private Callaghan the group's medic knelt down next to Gamma Phenrix and began assessing his condition. "He's lost a significant amount of blood," he informed the others grimly. "We need to get him to the healer's hut immediately." Without hesitation the soldiers carefully lifted Gamma Phenrix from the ground cradling him in their arms. His weight felt heavy, a stark reminder of his fragile state. Aidan and Keith exchanged a worried glance their determination resurfacing as they realized the severity of the situation. With measured urgency the soldiers carried Phenrix through the wo
As Alpha Aidan and Beta Keith sat by Phenrix's sickbed, concern etched deeply into their faces. The room was dimly lit, the flickering candle casting long shadows on the walls, adding to the atmosphere of unease. Phenrix, still weak from his ordeal, slowly opened his eyes, confusion evident in his gaze. "Why are you silent again? You called my name and I answered what's it again? Is there anything you are trying to hide from me?" Phenrix asked. "Oh hell no!" Keith shook his head vehemently. "Why would we hide something from you. We were just so elated to see that you are finally awake. Thanks for coming back to us once again." "Phenrix, we're relieved to see you awake just like I said the other time," Alpha Aidan spoke softly, trying to ease the tension that hung in the air. "The thing is just that, we have some questions to ask you, if you feel up to answering." Phenrix nodded weakly, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll do my best." The room fell into silence for
As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the grand halls of the Alpha's residence, Aidan and Keith made their way towards Aidan's chamber. The weight of their conversation with Master Soren about Gamma Phenrix's memory loss hung heavy in the air, their minds filled with worry for their friend's well-being. The maids, Maria and Lily, greeted them with warm smiles as they walked past. The two young women had been serving the Alpha for many years, tending to his every need. Maria, with her raven hair and sparkling brown eyes, curtsied gracefully as Aidan and Keith approached. Lily, her fair complexion glowing in the soft light, followed suit. They were part of those immigrants that came to the back after the whole ruckus. "Good evening, Alpha Aidan, Keith," Maria greeted with a gentle voice, her tone filled with genuine concern. "Is there anything we can do to assist you? We know you've been going through tough times and I hope, everything will become normal a
As Casey left Master Soren's cottage, her heart heavy with the weight of Phenrix's accusations, she couldn't help but feel the eyes of the palace on her. The whispers and hushed conversations of the maids reached her ears as she made her way back to the regal halls. The news had spread like wildfire - Phenrix's terrified scream when he saw her painted her as the cause of his memory loss. It was as if a dark cloud had settled over her, casting doubt on her innocence. With each passing step, Casey felt the intensity of the palace's gaze grow. People glanced at her, their eyes filled with suspicion and judgment. She longed to shut out the world, to escape the weight of their stares. Her mind replayed the painful memory of Phenrix's words, and she fought back the tears that threatened to fall. But Casey was a warrior at heart, even if her spirit was crumbling under the weight of this unjust accusation. She couldn't let them see her vulnerability. So she straightened her back,
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow across the courtyard of the pack house. Alpha Aidan and Keith stood side by side, deep in conversation. They have had alot to do in the past few weeks and it didn't even seem to be clearing off. "Keith, I am not just complaining. I am so so tired of everything we have been going through." Aidan lamented, his eyes darting around the courtyard. "Same here... Phenrix's absence is really weighing us down and people can't know how these things have been happening with us. There is no one to complain to and Phenrix's condition is only deteriorating. I am so scared." Keith said. "We just have to keep praying. Master Soren is doing his job. I am sure he will be okay soon. We will have to wait for the next call." "If Phenrix eventually get better... I don't think we should bother ourselves anymore on who did this and how this happened. We should just start afresh. There should be no complications." Keith suggested but i
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the dense forest as Keith and Aidan trudged through the thick undergrowth. Their footsteps were muffled by the carpet of fallen leaves, their breath escaping in small puffs of white against the cool night air. The shadows danced around them, as if whispering secrets in the darkness. Aidan glanced sideways at Keith, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and concern. "Do you think we're doing the right thing, Keith? We have been making things seem too weird. I don't understand why we can't tell things to our pack members anymore. It's as if everyone has started to keep secrets and this is what breaks down a pack, you know?" Keith's jaw tightened as he clenched his fists. "I understand your worries, Aidan. But we have no other choice. Phenrix needs our help, and if this healer can provide it, then w
The sun had just begun to rise over the Pack of the Nightstar, casting a soft golden glow through the windows of Imara's chamber. Her maids, Nancy and Nara, bustled around her, adorning her in a flowing silk gown of deep purple, fit for a king's concubine. Imara's graceful figure was enhanced by the delicate embroidery that adorned the garment, and her ebony tresses were woven with pearls and adorned with intricate silver pins. As the maids fussed over her, Imara couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. The pack had not been being its usual self and Imara never stopped a day trying to make things better for everyone but it was as though it only worsen day by day. Today, she had another plan. She would seek answers from Beta O'Horan, the king's most trusted advisor. She had noticed that the king had been distant lately, not only from her but to the rest of the pack members, and the lack of his presence had left her feeling hollow. There was a particular
Beta O'Horan stepped out of his curtained chamber, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee still clinging to his robes. His mind raced with questions as he made his way towards the king's quarters, his footsteps echoing through the stone corridors of the castle. With each step he took, his anticipation grew, fueled by the mystery of the king's next step. As O'Horan walked, he glanced around, searching for any signs of the king. The guards he passed seemed oblivious, their attention focused on their assigned posts. He couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. How could the king not have come out of his chamber since morning? Approaching a group of guards stationed by the grand staircase, O'Horan paused and inquired politely, "Have any of you seen his highness? I need to speak with him urgently. Did you see him going to his garden or maybe taking tour around the palace?" The guards shook their heads in unison, their expressions conveying both confusion and concern. "Not at a