THIRD PERSON POVThe day for the Alpha ball finally came and Fiona couldn't wait to meet Scott. She was presently in her room almost getting ready, she had been tempted so many times to press the necklace Scott had given to her that they both shared.But that would make him believe that she was in danger, so she had totally gone against it.Fiona stood in front of her vanity mirror, gazing at her reflection with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The Alpha ball, a highly anticipated event in the whole werewolf world, was finally here, and Fiona couldn't wait to see Scott, the person she had grown close with for a month. As she was carefully being helped to apply her makeup and style her hair, she couldn't help but steal glances at the necklace resting on her dresser.It was a special necklace that Scott had given to her, a symbol of their connection. The necklace held romantic significance and served as a reminder of the bond they shared, even without seeing each other in person.
Fiona and Scott turned towards the source of the familiar voice, their expressions masked on each of their faces. Standing just a few steps away from them was Hercules, an old acquaintance they both hadn't seen in years.Though Scott could remember who he was but not for Fiona but the strange feeling she felt at that moment made her confused. Her hands and body wouldn't stop shaking at the sight of the man before her. Had they met before? Fiona took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling hands and calm her racing heart. There was a flash of slight memory at that point in time but they were disjointed and fragmented, like scattered puzzle pieces she couldn't quite put together. She struggled to recall Hercules and why his presence had such a profound effect on her.Scott, noticing Fiona's distress, reached out to her gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Fiona, are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.Fiona blinked, tearing her gaze away from He
Hand in hand, they both walked towards a pathway that had light in them. As they walked hand in hand, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The pathway ahead seemed to glow with a gentle radiance, casting a warm and inviting light."What exactly did you plan?" Fiona questioned Scott curiously as they kept heading to a particular direction that was different from the place where the Alpha ball was happening. Scott smiled at Fiona, his eyes reflecting excitement. "I have something special in mind," he replied, squeezing her hand gently. "I know we were supposed to go to be at the Alpha ball, but I thought we could have our own adventure tonight since Hercules decided to ruin it for us,""I couldn't agree more," Fiona said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "An exploration with you sounds much more enticing than dealing with Hercules's antics. So, where are we headed?"Fiona's curiosity deepened, and she nodded, intrigued by Scott's mysterious plan. The pathway they
EDEN POVAs I stumble into the woods, panic grips my heart. Every Step I took felt heavy and uncertain, the silence of the woods was shattered by the sound of rustling leaves.Suddenly, I hear a low growl, chilling bones. I turned around only to catch a glimpse of glowing eyes peering at me through the darkness.I start running, my heart pounding in my chest. But the woods seem to stretch endlessly, with no clear path to safety. The trees close in around me, their branches clawing at my skin as I desperately try to outrun my pursuer.I glanced over my shoulder and caught sight of a shadow closing in on me, the presence was skeptical but he seemed to have the hunger in his eyes for my demise. Fear surges through me as I realize I am being hunted. I push myself harder, my legs burning with exertion. The growls grow louder, echoing through the trees, urging me to run faster. I can feel the hot breath of my pursuer on the back of my neck, its presence looming closer with each passing se
ELIZABETH POVAs I stood near the rogue camp, my heart raced with both emotion and nervousness. I knew the plan I had concocted was risky, but it was our only chance to bring an end to their reign of terror. I reached up and ruffled my hair, trying to give myself a disheveled appearance that would blend in with the rugged surroundings.I jumped into the rogue camp unnoticed by the guards.My gown, once elegant and befitting of my status, now lay torn and tattered. I had deliberately chosen to dress down, shedding the trappings of my privileged life to immerse myself in the role I was about to play. It was essential that I looked the part of someone desperate, someone who had lost everything and was willing to do whatever it took for justice.Taking a deep breath, I steeled my courage and reviewed the plan in my mind one last time. I had studied the rogue camp meticulously, observing their routines and vulnerabilities. Now, it was time to put that knowledge into action.With a devote
ELIZABETH POV"I have never seen you around here? Were you recruited by the rogues recently?" Casey asked.I looked at Casey, taking in her skeptical expression and the curiosity in her eyes. It was clear that my presence in this particular circle was still very unexpected. As I took a moment to gather my thoughts, I realized that I needed to craft a response carefully. Revealing too much about myself could potentially compromise my mission, but evading her questions might raise suspicion.With a calm demeanor, I replied, "No, I've been around for a while, just keeping a low profile. I ran away from my own pack!" I lied to her.Casey's eyebrows shot up in surprise, clearly not expecting that answer. She leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued. "You ran away from your pack? Why would you do that?"I met her gaze, making sure to maintain a level of vulnerability in my eyes. "It's a long story," I began, my voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I never quite fit in. The alpha and I had..
ELIZABETH POVThe cold metal in my throat sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let panic overtake me. I focused on maintaining a composed facade, even as my heart raced with terror.Suddenly, a deep, authoritative voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "That's enough, Marcus."The rogue's grip loosened, and he reluctantly released me, allowing me to step back. I turned my attention to the source of the voice and saw a tall, imposing figure standing a few steps away. It was Victor, the leader of the rogues.My eyes locked with Victor's, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and apprehension. He was known for his ruthlessness and cunning, and crossing paths with him was never a good sign. But perhaps, in this moment, he could be my salvation.Victor's piercing gaze shifted from me to Marcus, the rogue who had just held me captive. His voice remained calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it, a warning that brooked no disobedience."You know the rules, Marcus,"
ELIZABETH POVI watched as he handed me a weapon with a steady hand, his eyes fixed on me expectantly. I hesitated, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions within me. Part of me wanted to believe that there might be another way, a path that didn't involve taking a life. But another part understood the seriousness of the situation and the importance of gaining Victor's trust.Taking a deep breath, I reluctantly reached out and accepted the weapon from Victor's outstretched hand. Its weight felt heavy in my grasp, and I couldn't help but wonder if this moment would forever change who I was.As I approached the prisoner, his eyes widened with a mix of fear and pleading. I wanted to tell him that I didn't want to do this, that I was trapped in a situation beyond my control. But words failed me, and all I could offer was a silent apology.The dungeon was dimly lit, and the air felt heavy with tension as I raised the weapon, my hands trembling slightly. Time seemed to slow down as I grappl