Eleanor trudged back to her room, the frustration of the day weighing heavily on her shoulders. No matter how much she tried, she seemed to be going nowhere with the case of the Queen's death.Every lead turned out to be a dead end.It was as if this was designed to be unsolvable.As she pushed open the door to her room, Eleanor let out a heavy sigh. She longed to speak to Emma but their last encounter had not gone well. Emma was still mad at her. The tension between them was palpable.Eleanor sat down heavily on her bed, her thoughts whirling around in her head. She knew that she had to find a way to talk to Emma again, to try and repair their relationship. But how could she do that when every attempt seemed to backfire?As she lay back on her pillows, Eleanor made a decision. She would try to talk to her again and explain her reasoning with the hope that Emma would understand.Eleanor couldn't wait any longer. She had to make things right with Emma, and waiting until morning felt li
The sun rose on a solemn day in the kingdom. It was the beginning of the late Queen's mourning, a day when the pack would come together to mourn their loss and pay their respects to the deceased. The air was heavy with sorrow, and a sense of mourning hung over the entire pack.Drakken was driven to the town square with him in the back seat, and George in the passenger's seat along with Duncan. No one said a word on the ride there as Drakken wasn't in the mood to engage in conversation.He looked somber as he stepped out of the car when they arrived, his head held high. Drakken was known as a strong and fierce leader but today, he wasn't just an Alpha King. He was a son who had lost his mother and his emotions were fragile.As Drakken stepped onto the platform, he saw that the square was filled with wolves, dignitaries, and representatives from other packs. The entire pack was present, and they all looked to him, waiting for him to speak.Drakken cleared his throat, and his voice echoe
Eleanor stirred as she heard a soft knock on her bedroom door. Her eyelids fluttered open as she gradually emerged from slumber. She stretched her arms and legs, feeling the warmth of the blankets against her skin. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, groggily realizing that it was already morning. As she sat up in bed, she felt a wave of surprise wash over her when she saw Emma standing at her doorway.Emma looked equally surprised, and for a moment they just stood there, taking each other in. Finally, Emma spoke up. "Hey, sorry to wake you up this early."Eleanor rubbed the sleep off her eyes, forcing herself to be fully awake. "Is something wrong?""Not really. I just wanted to inform you to resume work at the clinic starting today," she said. "Don't forget to see me in my office as soon as you arrive." Then she walked back out of the room too quickly and didn't see the big smile on Eleanor's face.Eleanor could barely contain her excitement as she got ready for her first
Emma looked at Eleanor with confusion, wondering how she knew about the Darkfurs pack. They had always kept their existence on a low. She couldn't have easily figured it out."How do you know about them?" Emma queried. Her eyes followed to the book in Eleanor's hands where she pointed."I've been on it for hours on end. What about you?""I saw it in a divulgence just now in the lab. I was examining a silverweed specimen I'd ordered from an online werewolf store when it happened."Eleanor stared at Emma in disbelief. "How often do you get visions?" she asked, still trying to comprehend what Emma had just said."I don't have time to discuss that. Come with me." The urgency in Emma's voice had her moving on her feet."Where are we going?""My brother's," was Emma's brief response. "We need to tell him. Then we go for a search to find this Darkfurs pack.""We?""Stay behind if you're too scared to go." Now wasn't the time to get paranoid, so Eleanor shook off the feeling. No one said ge
Drakken rose early that morning, his mind already focused on the task at hand. In his room, he began the process of preparing for the journey to the DarkFurs pack.He packed his bag with the essentials - weapons, a few pieces of clothing, and a map of the area. He checked and rechecked each item, ensuring that nothing was forgotten.Failure was not an option. This mission could be their last hope in finding out the truth.Drakken had just finished packing his bags when Gwen burst into his room without knocking. He turned to face her, surprised at her sudden intrusion. Before he could even question her actions, she started spewing out her displeasure."I hear you're going on some trip with that girl," Gwen began. "Your mistress, isn't she?""Who says Eleanor is my mistress?" Drakken tried to deny, raising an eyebrow. How had she gotten to know that? "You can't just assume things like that."Gwen huffed and crossed her arms. "Oh, please. It's obvious you've been seeing her. And now, you
The morning sun peeked through the curtains of Eleanor's hotel room as she stirred awake. She stretched her arms and yawned. However, her mood soon dampened when she remembered how last night had ended.She recalled the awkward silence that had permeated the air as they returned to the hotel the previous night.She thought of knocking on Drakken's door to check on him, but ultimately decided against it, not wanting to intrude on his personal space.Now, as she got dressed and prepared to leave the hotel, she couldn't help but feel worried about Drakken's sudden change in behavior. She wondered if she had said or done something to upset him, or if there was something else going on that she wasn't aware of.Eleanor descended the stairs into the hotel lobby, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of Drakken. She neared the front desk and a figure caught her eye. It was him, dressed in all black, his expression stoic.He still didn't speak to her even when their eyes met. Why was he kee
Eleanor woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside her hotel window. She stretched her arms and legs, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on her skin. As she shifted her weight, the empty space beside her reminded her once again that Drakken had once again not spent the night with her.She let out a sigh and sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes to clear away the remnants of sleep.Eleanor stood in the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her body. As the steam filled the small bathroom, her thoughts drifted to Drakken again.They were on a mission to find out the cause of the Queen's death, but her mind couldn't help but wander to flimsy things, like why he wouldn't spend the night with her. She knew it was ridiculous, given the gravity of their task, but she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. As she lathered shampoo into her hair, Eleanor tried to push aside her personal feelings and focus on the mission at hand. They had a job to do, and the fate o
Eleanor's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the gravity of her situation. Her breaths came in short gasps, and her body trembled as the beasts circled her. She felt like a trapped animal, with no escape.The red eyes of the werewolves glinted in the darkness, and Eleanor felt a chill run down her spine. The creatures were massive, easily twice her size, and their fur bristled as they bared their teeth. Their snarls were terrifying, and she knew that she had to keep her wits about her if she wanted to survive.Eleanor's mind raced, trying to think of a way to escape, but her thoughts were jumbled and her fear consumed her. She felt completely helpless and vulnerable, with nowhere to run and no one to turn to for help.As the werewolves closed in, Eleanor's terror peaked. She could smell their hot breath and feel their fur brush against her skin. Their howls filled the air.Eleanor opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. One in particular was ferocious, dripping saliva