The days had turned into a blur of frantic activity. Rayka and Sylvester were no longer merely focusing on healing their pack from the battle’s aftermath; now, they had to confront a new, insidious threat that sought to unravel everything they had fought for. The mysterious illness, which had already claimed several lives and left many more weakened, was proving to be more than just a random affliction. It was a deliberate attack designed to destabilize their pack and undermine their efforts.In the early hours of the morning, as the first light of dawn filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, Rayka and Sylvester met in the command center—a central hub of activity where their most trusted advisors gathered. The room was filled with the tense hum of conversation and the rustle of parchment as they reviewed reports and coordinated their next steps."Have we learned anything new?" Rayka asked, her tone sharp with concern. She paced the room, her mind racing with possibilities.Sy
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the Moonshadow Pack’s territory. The air was thick with tension as Rayka and Sylvester prepared for the confrontation they had been dreading. After days of investigation, they had finally traced the mysterious illness plaguing their pack to a group of unknown attackers. Their intel had led them to a secluded clearing deep in the forest—a place that would soon become the battleground for their latest struggle.Rayka paced back and forth, her mind racing. The cryptic message from the enemy’s leader still weighed heavily on her. “The future is a shadow that dances at your feet. The past is a cage from which you cannot escape.” It made little sense, but Rayka felt an unsettling premonition that the worst was yet to come.Sylvester joined her, his brow furrowed with determination. “We have to be ready for anything. We don’t know what they’re planning, but we can’t afford to be caught off guard.”Rayka nodded, her eyes scanning the da
The days following the battle were marked by a relentless effort to fortify their position. Rayka and Sylvester knew that the threat posed by their unseen enemy was far from over. The cryptic message left by the enemy’s leader only added to their sense of urgency. As the dawn broke over Moonshadow territory, the pack's preparations were in full swing, their focus sharpened by the gravity of their situation.Rayka stood atop a rise overlooking the camp, her gaze sweeping across the busy scene below. Warriors drilled in combat techniques, while others reinforced barriers and set up surveillance systems. The once peaceful territory now resembled a fortress in the making, brimming with activity and purpose. Despite the chaos, there was a palpable sense of determination in the air.Sylvester joined her on the rise, his face etched with concern. “We’re making progress, but I can't shake the feeling that we're missing something,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration.Rayka turned to hi
by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god. In all honesty, I’ve never been fond of him. I’ve never met him but it’s crazy to see how adeptly he paved our lives for us without even knowing our existence. If I could be blunt, I could even say that I hated him my whole life. After all, he was the sole reason why every one of us must be removed from our family callously to attend boarding school until the age of eighteen. It’s compulsory, he declared. It was also compulsory to attend further education until we obtained a useful job like doctor or lawyer. Of course that rule didn’t apply for misfits. What happen to those? They were shipped off to manually train to be nothing more than security guards. Shipped off to provide security f
I'm not an easily intimidated girl. Never have been. But no one has induce a cold chill across the surface of my skin like the woman in front of me. Her eyes are a steely, intense hazel. Usually hazel is a warm, inviting colour. Not in this case. Her dark hair is pulled away from her face, revealing the sharp facial structure created by her jaw and her cheekbones. I don't know what hole she crawled out of, but it's clearly a very immaculate one. "Is your name Aerys Maria Sinclair?" she asks coolly. Her accent is Discipline Pack bred, but there is something about her that seems unnervingly unfamiliar. Foreign. I reach for the cool I keep deep within me. "Who's asking?' Ignoring the sharp glare Mistress Thatcher shoots me from the corner of my eye, I continue to smile sweetly. She returns my smile tightly, lacing her fingers together. "You may refer to me as Miss Tilsbury," she tells me. Her tone is no nonsense. Miss Tilsbury it is, I suppose. "I am a representative for a corporatio
Seeing this is making me shy away from my initial excitement. The facility is imposing, a building behind the main office scaling larger than any other. The plaster cladding is an ash grey, the windows tinted dark and reflective. The office is slightly warmer, manicured gardens consumed by small topiary line a gravel footpath up to the main doors. The other buildings are similar, with more windows. But outside the ajar car door, despite the cold atmosphere, birds chatter and cherry blossoms from the drive sweeten the air. "Inside, we will have your other contract ready for you to sign if you are willing," Tilsbury says, as I nervously slide out of the car, leaving the plush seats of the SUV behind. "And then we will proceed from there." I follow her as she abnormally strides along the gravel in her heels, leading me through the front door. My assumptions were that this is an office. But there is no reception desk, no manicured lady or short sofas partnered with sleek coffee tables
I didn't sleep easy that night. The bed had sunk into the shape of someone else, so all night, I shifted uncomfortably. The unknown haunt my dreams, the amount of times I woke not knowing where I was being ridiculous. I'm in the middle of nowhere, my fate unknown. Whoever sleeps in the rooms around me are surely as anxious about tomorrow. I take comfort in knowing I'm not the only one. The lack of curtains truly live up to their desired effect. Sun glared into my eyes the moment it rose, at some ungodly hour. As much as my body protested, I knew it was my cue to get up and face this undetermined day. Out of sheer habit, I made my bed. If this is anything like the institute I grew up in, someone would come in to check it, then scold me if it was done incorrectly. So I fold the sheets up, and decide to figure out what to wear. I wasn't allowed to bring any clothing or personal items with me. As much as it saddens me, I know I didn't own anything or significance. I'm sure all of it wil
I wasn't aware we would be meeting the Alpha so early. A sense of nervousness seems to settle over everyone. We all share the same disbelief. Perhaps if our Alpha did more public appearances, or didn't have the amount of rumour surrounding him that he does, then we wouldn't be so stricken with surprise. Juan leads us out of the building we all slept in, leading us toward one which towers so high above us, the shadow it casts chills me to my bone. The large doors are pushed open as we arrive, Juan ushering is in. Everyone is too stunned to utter a single word, as we look around what I assume is a gymnasium. Juan requires to all line up, which we all do without a word of protest uttered. I'm assuming the lot of us are too worried Thorranmay be watching to act out. I stand between Mira and Drayton. After what Drayton admitted, I'm nervous being in his presence. Why did he go to jail? Everyone here seems to have some history with delinquency, me included to a degree. It leaves me wonde