The first Wave of Attacks.With those inside in danger, those outside wolves wasted no time in springing into action. Usually their kind involved the strongest surviving and would not usually help one another. But as it looks, if they look away, they will lose more than half the packs in existence.They surged forward, their powerful forms disappearing through the shimmering portal that led to the Shadow realm. If a person listens closely, they could hear a chorus of snarls and howls erupted from the other side of the shadow realm gate, signaling the commencement of a fierce battle.Inside the shadow realm, it was pure chaos.Towering creatures appeared with a ferocious speed that tore through the werewolves’ defenses. The werewolves fought valiantly, moving with lightning speed, their jaws snapping and claws slashing as they engaged these ancient beings in combat. The Stillwater family came together and led the charge with their imposing figure at the forefront of the fray. "Prot
Retreat As Nyx moved to stand protectively beside Emerald, the witches’ eyes widened in shock, their gazes fixated on the woman. How did she wake up so quickly? They heard she would be out for a few months. They even sent one of their own to place her under a spell so that she sleeps longer. “How has she recovered so quickly?” one of them hissed, their words dripping with suspicion. They had heard that werewolves shared their healing properties with their mates, but they did not think she would recover that easily. What in the devil’s name was going on? Matthew’s form rose, his muscles tensing as a low growl rumbled from deep within his chest. “Did you order the attack on Emerald?” he demanded, his eyes were darker than usual and His bloodlust filled the air. The witches remained silent, their lips pressed into thin lines as they refused to answer his question. Matthew’s anger flared, the dense bloodlust radiating from his powerful form almost choking them. He just attack
A Red Wolf Though the leaders escaped, along with a few others, one by one, the others fell. The forest was stained with the dark hue of blood and smelled of raw flesh when they were done. Some were captured, their limbs bound by glowing restraints woven from a magical tool made specifically to capture witches. Some were captured to be interrogated by Amanda, while other luckier ones died on those forest grounds. As the last of the witches fell, Amanda surveyed the aftermath, her eyes taking in the scene with a lot of satisfaction. “Take them to my torture room,” She handed over the guide for the restraints binding the captured witches, allowing her wolves to drag them forward for interrogation. She was sure that with a little help, their tongues would loosen. When the battle against the witches stopped, Matthew turned his attention to Emerald. He could sense her distress, her heartbeat was pounding so loud it scared him. The shock of witnessing such carnage and violence
A Child’s Promise.“Run, run Emerald” they taunted her, as their voices drew close, Emerald's heart pounded in her chest, she needed to escape her cousins who were chasing her with a whip, she could not let them catch her, gods knew she couldn't survive the terrible things they did to her this time, it wasn't the first time she had suffered at their hands and because she wasn't the favorite granddaughter of the Monquress, her grandmother let it happen.Her breathing was ragged, as she ran further into the forest, she could feel herself becoming weaker with each step she took, a shout of panic escaped her lips as she hit her right toe on a stone and she plummeted to the ground with a loud thud from the corners of her eyes she spotted her eldest cousin with a wicked smirk on his face, trembling she looked for an escape route, but there was none as three other of her cousins had encircled her, she couldn't fight them off she was just a little girl and small gaunt fist couldn't do much da
Finding Her HusbandEmerald, buzzing with a mix of excitement and trepidation, couldn’t wait to share the day’s events with her best friend, Emily. Emily was an investigative journalist who had been her friend since middle school, they had been inseparable ever since despite the fact that they were opposites of each other. She dialed Emily’s number, her fingers tapping anxiously on her bag while waiting at the bus stop.“Emily, I am dead, come and collect my corpse.” Emerald blurted out as soon as Emily answered.“It is not a good time to die, the economy has not been good on coffin prices,” Emily answered.“Can’t you at least worry if the mortuary is too cold for your friend’s body first?” Emerald asked.“Okay, spill the tea, Em, who killed you?”“Mark Hartley and my big mouth joined hands and plotted this murder,” Emerald cried.“ Is this about the big project?” Emily’s voice crackled with curiosity on the other end of the line.“Partly, Mark assumes I’m married and wants my husband
Lies Meet AudacityA few days passed since Emerald had heard from her Grandmother. She had never thought her life would clash with her lies before. She had always thought Matthew reeves was such a faraway person. Apart from dealing with Mark Hartley, she did not need to interact with his world. As such, she is never worried that she will crash into someone and have to defend her lies. After all, if it was so easy for the two worlds to clash, she would have found out about being Mrs. Reeves long ago. But a single leak can sink a boat.The Skyline Hotel, an epitome of elegance and grandeur, stood tall against the cityscape. As Emerald exited a meeting, the bustling energy of the city faded into a refined ambiance washed into the hotel lobby. The plush carpets under the foot and the muted chatter of those in the lobby were quite the sight for night time.Emerald focused on her thoughts barely noticing the familiar figure awaiting her near the lobby entrance. Mark Hartley, stood there wit
Meeting Her Husband.Saturday night came early; Emily and Emerald had decided to attend the IM Group annual charity ball. It was an important day, not only for IM Group, but for Emerald as well. She was going to meet her so-called husband tonight. After leaving the hotel last time, she was getting impatient. They decided that this event would be the best place, as they were sure he would be here.Emily and Emerald, standing at the entrance, exchanged a glance laden with uncertainty. The weight of the fabricated narrative surrounding Emerald’s supposed marriage to Matthew Reeves hung in the air, It was both their reason for coming and their ticket inside.“Look at this, I said you would marry well. Look how proud you are making this mother,” Emily mused,her eyes scanning the well-dressed crowd entering the venue.Emerald, laughed nodding in agreement. “I found this son in law just for you mother, The villagers would never be able to mock you again,”“Now, seriously, don't lose your coo
THE PARTY When Emerald heard his words, she paused for a second. “It seems I missed my own wedding, You are not offended, right?” she asked sarcastically. “You seem offended that you are Mrs. Reeves.” Emerald, her composure intact, replied with a hint of defiance, “Yes, I’m Emerald Jackson. But what I don’t understand is why am I also Mrs. Reeves?” A subtle smile played on Matthew’s lips as he took a moment before responding, “And why did you not refuse the claims? It seems you’ve been content with the arrangement.” The exchange carried a palpable tension, each word a step deeper into the unraveling mystery. To his words, Emerald slightly choked“I am not the one that started this, why should I be the one that ends it? Besides, you even managed to let someone I want to work with find out. Are you not glad I did not expose you?” she asked. Emerald, determined to confront the situation head-on, retorted “I never agreed to this. I need to know why you’ve been spreading this false