Brock’s Perspective:
Amidst setting up sanctuary for the rescued women, a desperate mind-link from Stephanie shattered the moment: Morgana had invaded, possessing Marcella's body like a parasitic shadow.
I charged to my mate's defense, oblivious to the scene unfolding-Linda, with steely resolve, was invoking a vanquishing charm against Morgana, while Agatha engaged in a deadly dance of distraction.
Shock coursed through me as Linda's incantation took hold, ripping Morgana out. But victory turned to ash when Morgana lashed out, ensnaring my mate, dragging her down into the chilling abyss of "The Void".
I crumpled, my anguished plea tearing at Linda – where? Where had she cast my mate? Time was a predator snapping at my heels; Morgana's twisted designs for my mate sparked terror in my veins. I had to reach her—before it was too late.
Linda's knowledge of retrieving my mate from the clutches of the void proved futile, a reality that
Brock’s Perspective:Amidst setting up sanctuary for the rescued women, a desperate mind-link from Stephanie shattered the moment: Morgana had invaded, possessing Marcella's body like a parasitic shadow.I charged to my mate's defense, oblivious to the scene unfolding-Linda, with steely resolve, was invoking a vanquishing charm against Morgana, while Agatha engaged in a deadly dance of distraction.Shock coursed through me as Linda's incantation took hold, ripping Morgana out. But victory turned to ash when Morgana lashed out, ensnaring my mate, dragging her down into the chilling abyss of "The Void".I crumpled, my anguished plea tearing at Linda – where? Where had she cast my mate? Time was a predator snapping at my heels; Morgana's twisted designs for my mate sparked terror in my veins. I had to reach her—before it was too late.Linda's knowledge on retrieving my mate from the clutches of the void proved futile, a reality that gnawed at the edges of hopelessness. Yet Agatha, the se
Stephanie's Perception:Dragged back to the heart of the pack's domain, my recollection of the time spent in the harrowing emptiness fractures like fragile glass. It's as if Morgana, with her sinister touch, destroyed strips of my memories, leaving me to question the very fabric of my recollection. Every sliver of memory from the abduction—a chess piece that she might have cunningly moved or removed in her mind game.Upon my return, the sight of Rylan flooded me with relief, yet an aching urgency consumed me—I was desperate to find my mate Brock. I could feel his torment, the sheer intensity of his soul's struggle as he fought to retrieve me from the unfathomable void I had been cast into.My mate was too far away for a mind-link, so I begged Rylan to take me to my mate. I could not let him continue in his agony trying to find me. I wanted and needed to let my mate know I was well.My mate was beyond t
Brock’s Perspective:As the gleam of the blade hovered a whisper's breadth from my wolf's vulnerable throat, I steadied my racing heart with a singular focus. In the flickering shadows of the imminent threat, I schemed. It was paramount to mind-link Stephanie, to reassure her before panic could take hold. My plan unfolded within the silence of our connection—she needed to trust me now more than ever.Through the mind-link, I poured earnest urgency into my words to Stephanie, "Stephi, have faith in me. I've clocked the warrior tailing me; it's all a ruse to lull him into complacency. I'm the bait, and you, my dear, are the unseen storm he'll never see coming."Stephanie’s Perception:"Got it, Brock," I murmured, my voice a whisper across the intercom. "I'm already silently making my way through the branches, a phantom among the leaves. Poised to strike, I've drawn the blades from my pack, their steel affixed to
Brock’s Perspective:Janice was dragged to the center of the captives, and my heart twisted in agony. The woman, once my best friend, now stood before me as an adversary—entwined with hunters, complicit in their pursuits. A burning curiosity ignited within me. I decided that upon our return to the packhouse, one of my female captains would pry the secrets from her."But why, Janice?" The words tumbled out of me; an anguished whisper lost among the growling whispers wafting through the assembly of my kind.Janice—her hair once a brilliant amber, now dulled and matted with betrayal—turned her gaze to mine, a flicker of something like sorrow passing through her steel-blue eyes before they hardened into icy resolve.The seeds of betrayal she sowed had long ago eroded her sanity—our bond was reduced to ashes. Now, she stands not as my comrade but as my enemy, and she, along with the hunters who stand with her, will taste the bitte
Brock's Perspective: Sapphire's endurance had always seemed impenetrable until now. Crumpled on the sofa in my office, she was a storm of despair, her head buried in her hands as she surrendered to her grief. It was all too clear that the burdens of the world, which she'd been shouldering in solitude, had finally crushed her spirit. Torn between indignation and sympathy, I grappled with the enormity of her secret. The thought of her being forced into such a harrowing predicament—it was unthinkable. To have taken her own mother's life, all in the defense of Shifter kind—and possibly humanity itself—was a sacrifice that defied any simple response of mine. I could sense the turmoil within Stephanie, the mate bond churning with conflict. Despite it all, she crumbled, sinking down beside Sapphire to offer comfort in her time of need. Stephanie's Perspective: The revelation thundered in my chest, its sheer magnitude a weight on every breath I drew.
Brock's Perspective:I had intended for the meeting to take place tonight, but frustratingly, I couldn't reach Sapphire, prompting me to postpone it to the next evening. As summer's end neared, so did Stephanie's impending return to school. Simultaneously, we faced our imminent move into my apartment in the corporate office complex. What she didn't know was my plan to name her head of Technical Security for all of my worldwide companies. There was more to the surprise, and I was bursting with anticipation at her reaction when she discovered I was also her professor.I've grown increasingly worried about Stephanie's morning sickness. It's unusual for wolves to get sick, which is why this is particularly alarming. Could it be that, in addition to meddling with Stephanie’s memory, Sapphire's mother had induced an illness in her? After watching Stephanie suffer over the toilet for thirty minutes this morning, we decided it was time to see the pack docto
Brocks Perspective: With Vincent's message heavy on my mind, I retreated to my office, intent on reaching out to Sapphire again. Upon entering, I gently settled Stephanie onto the couch, noticing her quietly exhaling in relief. But moments later, she sprang to her feet. My voice took on an edge. "Stephanie, where do you think you're going?" I demanded. Stephanie faced me, unflinching. "Brock, no offense, but I'm escaping your smothering watch. I'm off to the office you had set up for me—I need sanctuary, and I need it now!" With a brisk wave, she darted through the door. I attempted one last time to contact Sapphire through the communication stone. Her form flickered sporadically, materializing and dematerializing in the room, before she collapsed onto the floor in agonizing pain. "Sapphire, what's wrong? How can I help?" Sapphire could only manage a weak shake of her head, unable to speak. In a rush, I initiated a mind-link with Dr. M
Sapphire's memories of her mother: I am piecing together the events that led to my mother's demise at my very own hands, as I attempt to shift for the first time. Linda's voice coaxes me, advising me to think of something else, anything to distract me from the pain of transforming into a werewolf. I am not certain why Selene is gifting me a wolf, but I need to remind myself to discuss this with her. I worry about Crystal, who is with Morgana. Morgana is actually Selena, our mother, and until my birth, she was the most powerful witch to have ever lived. Fables differ on the source of her immense powers: some say she was born imbued with darkness, while others believe that darkness consumed her after the death of her best friend and then her true mate. Rumors whisper that Morgana, betrayed by a lover, succumbed to darkness, which then planted the darkness in Selena’s heart. The truth, however, is shrouded by time, known only to the gods, who understand