Brock's Perspective:Stephanie was reluctant to leave me alone to contend with the rogue, well aware of the risk involved. Yet, the urgency to deliver her friend into the capable hands of our pack's healer superseded everything else. As for the rogue—I could handle him singlehandedly if need be.Suddenly, the super rogue's allies appeared to partake in our deadly dance, and I found myself locked in combat with three overly eager adversaries.Clutching at victory by a thread, I managed to hold my ground. Blows were exchanged, yet no matter how many limbs I severed, they sprouted anew as if I were battling undead rogues.A deafening bang in the distance threw me off my game; the direction from which it echoed was precisely where my gamma had been stranded. That fleeting moment of distraction afforded one of the rogues the perfect opportunity to land a vicious strike in my stomach area.I refused to be taken down without dragging a few rogues along. At that moment, I yearned for a blowto
Brock's Perspective:My devoted beta believed he had to completely restore me as I teetered on the brink of death. This exhaustive endeavor sapped all his vitality, and he collapsed, unconscious, upon me."Steph, I need to get Rylan off me," I pleaded. Stephanie understood, gently hoisting Rylan just enough to allow me to wriggle free. Springing to my feet, a rush of vitality coursed through me, a testament to Rylan's healing gift. I quickly relieved Stephanie, hoisting Rylan onto my shoulders with ease. It was as if Rylan had bestowed upon me a mystical elixir, transforming me into a super wolf. Fueled by this newfound power, I was ready to confront the Zombie Rogues head-on.My grin stretched from ear to ear, an absurdity given the chaos erupting in every corner of the pack's territory. Yet here I was, ensnared in a bizarre euphoria, a product of Rylan's magic. Stephanie's gaze landed on me with a mixture of concern and bewilderment, no doubt pondering whether a head injury from my
From Stephanie's Perspective:Brock's demeanor had shifted, no longer recognizable. My mind buzzed with inquiries for him, but even bathed in an infuriatingly euphoric haze, I found myself longing for his gruff company. Grumpiness was far easier to navigate than this facade of blissful ignorance amidst chaos. I braced myself to unleash my inner Alpha.I knew better than to protest as Brock threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes; his mind wasn’t his own at that moment.Bolting out the hospital’s back door, each leap over a log sent jolts through me, as though racing over a speed bump at high velocity. With only his ironclad grip keeping me aloft, I could almost feel the impending thud of my body hitting the ground.Brock set me on my feet, his voice extraordinarily cheerful as he declared, "Come on, follow me."This part of the pack territory was unfamiliar to me. Before us stood an ancient three-story edifice, its facade bearing the improbable sign "Maintenance Closet." A
Stephanie’s Perception:Linda rose to her feet. As I captivated Eldwyna with a trick, Linda swiftly recomposed herself and ensnared Eldwyna in an enigmatic slumber.The blast Linda unleashed towards the witch recoiled, sending her tumbling onto her backside. Despite the perils of war surrounding us, I couldn't contain my laughter at my friend's expense.Linda flashed me a triumphant grin, savoring our victory against the vexingly powerful witch. Through our mental bond, she conveyed her plan, "Steph, I'll transport her to the dungeons and incarcerate her in a cell designed to nullify her magic." I acknowledged with a sharp nod, swiftly descending from the tree's embrace to rejoin Brock, standing shoulder to shoulder as we faced the onslaught of renegade zombies.Linda vanished into the abyss, dragging the witch into the depths of night before plunging into the shadowy dungeons beneath the packhouse.Brock advanced toward Morgana, the possessor of Yadiel's body, her form eerily suspend
Stephanies Perception: I reached out to Linda with a psychic tether, informing her that the immediate conflict had ceased, but Morgana remained at large."Stephi," Linda responded, "I must visit the pack hospital to attend to my mate." I nodded via the mind-link, signaling my approval. "Excellent, and afterward, we'll convene to refine our combat tactics. It's essential for you and your mate to be versed in defensive arts, to stand against virtually any adversary. Should you reunite with his lost pack, as Alpha and Luna, your duty is to safeguard them. A formidable confrontation with Morgana looms on the horizon; we must be ready."Breathing deeply, I sensed the feint scents of pine and wet earth mingling with the sharp tang of spilled blood. It was a stark reminder that even in the seemingly peaceful warmth of our pack lands, danger was never far. Morgana, a rogue witch with a vendetta against our kind, had struck at the heart of our pack and yet eluded capture. My fingers twitched,
Stephanies Perception:Vincent straightened to his full height, a show of respect despite his restrained position. "I come on behalf of a splintered faction within the Vampire Council, I am the youngest prince of the Vampires" he began, his voice carrying the rasp of centuries. "Morgana has made enemies of us all, and my group wishes to join forces with your pack to bring her reign of terror to an end."Brock's distrust seemed to evaporate slightly, replaced by a strategic gleam in his eye. "What do you offer?" he asked, pressing for details as he circled his desk to take a seat, signaling me to sit beside him in a show of unity.Vincent's lips thinned, a sign of his seriousness. "We have knowledge of her whereabouts and her sinister plans," Vincent revealed, his eyes glinting like polished onyx in the dim light of the office. "Her next move will be to call forth the Harrowing, a band of spectral creatures that feed on the spirit of your kind. If she succeeds, not even the Moon Goddes
Stephanie's Perception:Brock and I took our places at the podium, side by side upon the stage. A collective swoon rippled through the female audience, entranced by the vampire's allure. In stark contrast, the men shot venomous glares at Vincent, their disdain for his vampiric nature palpable.I noticed then that Vincent was exuding a mysterious pheromone, one that bewitched only the unmated women in the room. The mystery behind my draw to Vincent became clear.As Brock clasped my hand, I let him, much to my own surprise. The barriers I had erected against him—and all men—had crumbled quietly away, like an ancient bridge succumbing to time and the elements. This shift occurred gradually, as I observed his devoted care for his pack, his willingness to risk his life for them, and his efforts to honor my desire for equality, which was challenging for him as a male werewolf. I never opposed the role of being a Luna per se, just the outdated notions that clung to the title.Indeed, while w
Stephanie's Perception:As I stumbled outside, my knees buckled, and I fought for breath. No wolf suffers from asthma or heart failure. Yet, here I was, drenched in sweat, my heart racing, the world spinning, my stomach churning with the urge to vomit.Brock must be beside himself, mistaking this for rejection — and the pack, what must they think? My anxiety spiked, bringing the nausea closer to the surface. This was not me.My family formed a protective circle around me. We sat in heavy silence until Linda pierced our circle, settling in front of me with a look of concern. My eyes met hers, and I knew I must've been as pale as the panic I felt inside.My father excused himself, saying he needed to assist Brock at the podium, while Stephanie flicked her finger against my forehead. Annoyance and anger began to surge within me, unexpectedly overshadowing my prior emotions.Linda's chuckle reverberated softly in the tense silence. "Did that help?" she said, her eyes alight with a mischi