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All curtains and windows are shut. The flicker of firelight danced across the walls of the modest room, casting long shadows that seemed to breathe with the tension in the air. Alpha Qillalon sat on the edge of the bed, his piercing eyes fixed on Vesper, who sat across from him, wrapped in a blanket that seemed far too large for her now. The weight of the conversation lingered between them, heavy and unyielding.“You should come back with me to the Manor,” Alpha Qillalon requested, his tone steady but edged with urgency. “The Omegas deserve to know you’re alive. I deserve to have you there,” he reasoned. Vesper’s gaze dropped to her hands, which fidgeted nervously in her lap. The firelight caught the silver of her earrings—the only part of her that hadn’t changed. She said nothing, her silence filling the room with a tension that Alpha Qillalon felt deep in his chest.He took a deep breath and continued, his voice softer. “I’ve learned a lot while you were gone, Vesper. My father told
The car rumbled gently along the winding country road, its headlights cutting through the thickening dusk. Raindrops began to splatter against the windshield, each one blurring the path ahead. Inside, Alpha Qillalon gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale against the dim glow of the dashboard. His emerald eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, stared straight ahead, unseeing. “She said she'd try…” he whispered to himself, his voice breaking in the hollow silence of the car as he remembered how she pleaded for him to let her go. The words looped in his mind, intertwining with the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers. “She said she needed space to think.” He let out a long, trembling breath. The weight of her absence pressed against his chest like a stone. The certainty of her words still lingered in his mind, "At least take the ring with you and reach me whenever." The only thing he could utter. She took the rings and wore them. Her scent, power, and looks dialed down enorm
In the dead of night.The fire crackled low on the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls of Delta Sevy's room. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, Delta Sevy was trapped in the grip of a dream—a nightmare that seemed too vivid to be anything but real.It was the Troll attack again.He saw the chaos, heard the guttural roars of the Trolls, and felt the pounding of his heart as he fought to save Vesper from the troll's grasp. But this time, his dream focused more on Vesper’s subtle movements.His dream replayed how she removed her ring and her scent hit him first: rich and dark, an intoxicating mix of earth and metal, tinged with something sharp and unnatural. Then came her strength—unnatural, otherworldly. He saw her lift a Troll twice her size and hurl it like it weighed nothing. And finally, those eyes—obsidian black, as if they absorbed the moonlight instead of reflecting it.In his dream, a voice whispered through the chaos—a revelation so shocking that Delta
Inside Elder Mauritius’ chamber, the smell of aged parchment and burned incense is in the air. The Elder is trying to calm the chaos in his mind.But none could pacify the flickering fire inside him.The Elder sat in his cushioned office chair, his form stooped and frail, yet his piercing eyes burned with the sharpness of a man who had seen too much.Around his neck hung a necklace hidden under his thick clothing. Its delicate gold chain seemed almost alive as it glimmered faintly in the warm light, and the pendant—a beautifully decorated vial that contains concentrated nightshade mixed with vervain—looked as though it had been crafted by a master artisan. But the object held an ominous venom. A venom he prepared for Vesper in case she goes rogue.He discreetly felt the vial under his clothes, “So she’s not coming back?” He uttered his voice sounding conflicted rather than relieved. He should be happy, but knowing that they are still in the dark about the Headmaster’s plan, it's bett
The wind carried whispers of the past, sweeping across the barren plains as Vesper continued to walk into the remnants of Adobe Walls, Texas. The town wasn’t much—a ghost of its former self—but its echoes held stories she needed to remember.It was a ghost town in the eyes of humans and the government, but now it has become a haven for vampires like her. She rummaged in her pocket, took one of the rings out, and wore it in her forefinger. It immediately altered her scent. “For protection,” she mumbled, then her attention landed on the other ring in her pocket—The ring for the mental link. One call and she knew Qillalon would be running to her like a wild beast hungry for her attention. She smiled bitterly as she hid the mental link ring. She resumed walking, her boots crunching against the gravel. The air smelled of mesquite and history, the kind of scent that clung to you like an old memory. She adjusted the brim of her hat, shielding her face from the sinking moonlight, and scann
The headlights of the black truck cut through the deepening dusk as Rico and his friends drove Vesper. They followed the winding dirt road to the ranch. Memories surged into her with every mile. Soon they reached the entrance of the ranch. "You can drop me on the arch," Vesper demanded with a cold, menacing voice.Rico slammed the break immediately, as he was eager to get her out of the car. She stepped out of the front passenger seat.She closed the door with great strength, and it made the whole car shake and the window glass shattered instantly.The 3 young vampires gasped in fright. They thought the car would roll down the road."Why is she so strong?" Rico asks via a mental link to his friends.Ron gulps down slowly. "Don't ask me, dude. You're the one who said we could have fun with her because she smells like a newly turned vampire. No new vampire has eyes like hers." He replied in fear. He could feel cold sweat forming on his back.While Jericho remains silent as he pees hims
In the Citadel Headquarters command center.Alpha Barkus stared at the flickering monitor, his face darkening as the last footage from the mercenary’s live camera before they got blown out by explosives played out. The feed was shaky, the view obstructed by debris and flashes of light. Then, there it was—the unmistakable silhouette of Citadel Manor, its spires piercing the night sky. The image was clear enough to make his jaw tighten.Beta Lisara, standing at his side, leaned in closer. “Citadel Manor,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “They’re planning an attack, aren’t they?”Alpha Barkus’s eyes narrowed as the screen shifted, showing the maps. Arrows and marks scrawled across the image pointed directly at the manor’s defenses and weak points.“They’ve been planning this for a while,” Alpha Barkus growled. His fists clenched at his sides. “But why the Citadel manor and not the Headquarters?”Beta Lisara’s gaze hardened. “It's less guarded. No humans in sight within the man
THE wind was wild and the road was dark and rough. Despite that, it didn't stop the two black armored vehicles from driving hurriedly away from the crowded city. The journey is long and the old Alpha Quillion can’t help but stare at the young girl he promised to protect no matter what. His heart is in the right place and he is willing to carry on the task till they reach the safehouse. Soon their armored vehicle moves to the border of the Gobi Desert entering the dangerous and treacherous terrain.Vulnerable to any attack from the blood-hungry hunters of the Black Order, whose main task is to kill the girl with him and everyone around her. The silence of their journey soon ended when the old Alpha heard one of his Beta yell, "Hunters!" while pointing to the various cars fast approaching them. The driver then mumbles, "I'm afraid we won't make it." At the same time, looking at the old Alpha in the rearview mirror. The old Alpha cleared his throat, thinking of the best way to deal w
In the Citadel Headquarters command center.Alpha Barkus stared at the flickering monitor, his face darkening as the last footage from the mercenary’s live camera before they got blown out by explosives played out. The feed was shaky, the view obstructed by debris and flashes of light. Then, there it was—the unmistakable silhouette of Citadel Manor, its spires piercing the night sky. The image was clear enough to make his jaw tighten.Beta Lisara, standing at his side, leaned in closer. “Citadel Manor,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “They’re planning an attack, aren’t they?”Alpha Barkus’s eyes narrowed as the screen shifted, showing the maps. Arrows and marks scrawled across the image pointed directly at the manor’s defenses and weak points.“They’ve been planning this for a while,” Alpha Barkus growled. His fists clenched at his sides. “But why the Citadel manor and not the Headquarters?”Beta Lisara’s gaze hardened. “It's less guarded. No humans in sight within the man
The headlights of the black truck cut through the deepening dusk as Rico and his friends drove Vesper. They followed the winding dirt road to the ranch. Memories surged into her with every mile. Soon they reached the entrance of the ranch. "You can drop me on the arch," Vesper demanded with a cold, menacing voice.Rico slammed the break immediately, as he was eager to get her out of the car. She stepped out of the front passenger seat.She closed the door with great strength, and it made the whole car shake and the window glass shattered instantly.The 3 young vampires gasped in fright. They thought the car would roll down the road."Why is she so strong?" Rico asks via a mental link to his friends.Ron gulps down slowly. "Don't ask me, dude. You're the one who said we could have fun with her because she smells like a newly turned vampire. No new vampire has eyes like hers." He replied in fear. He could feel cold sweat forming on his back.While Jericho remains silent as he pees hims
The wind carried whispers of the past, sweeping across the barren plains as Vesper continued to walk into the remnants of Adobe Walls, Texas. The town wasn’t much—a ghost of its former self—but its echoes held stories she needed to remember.It was a ghost town in the eyes of humans and the government, but now it has become a haven for vampires like her. She rummaged in her pocket, took one of the rings out, and wore it in her forefinger. It immediately altered her scent. “For protection,” she mumbled, then her attention landed on the other ring in her pocket—The ring for the mental link. One call and she knew Qillalon would be running to her like a wild beast hungry for her attention. She smiled bitterly as she hid the mental link ring. She resumed walking, her boots crunching against the gravel. The air smelled of mesquite and history, the kind of scent that clung to you like an old memory. She adjusted the brim of her hat, shielding her face from the sinking moonlight, and scann
Inside Elder Mauritius’ chamber, the smell of aged parchment and burned incense is in the air. The Elder is trying to calm the chaos in his mind.But none could pacify the flickering fire inside him.The Elder sat in his cushioned office chair, his form stooped and frail, yet his piercing eyes burned with the sharpness of a man who had seen too much.Around his neck hung a necklace hidden under his thick clothing. Its delicate gold chain seemed almost alive as it glimmered faintly in the warm light, and the pendant—a beautifully decorated vial that contains concentrated nightshade mixed with vervain—looked as though it had been crafted by a master artisan. But the object held an ominous venom. A venom he prepared for Vesper in case she goes rogue.He discreetly felt the vial under his clothes, “So she’s not coming back?” He uttered his voice sounding conflicted rather than relieved. He should be happy, but knowing that they are still in the dark about the Headmaster’s plan, it's bett
In the dead of night.The fire crackled low on the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls of Delta Sevy's room. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, Delta Sevy was trapped in the grip of a dream—a nightmare that seemed too vivid to be anything but real.It was the Troll attack again.He saw the chaos, heard the guttural roars of the Trolls, and felt the pounding of his heart as he fought to save Vesper from the troll's grasp. But this time, his dream focused more on Vesper’s subtle movements.His dream replayed how she removed her ring and her scent hit him first: rich and dark, an intoxicating mix of earth and metal, tinged with something sharp and unnatural. Then came her strength—unnatural, otherworldly. He saw her lift a Troll twice her size and hurl it like it weighed nothing. And finally, those eyes—obsidian black, as if they absorbed the moonlight instead of reflecting it.In his dream, a voice whispered through the chaos—a revelation so shocking that Delta
The car rumbled gently along the winding country road, its headlights cutting through the thickening dusk. Raindrops began to splatter against the windshield, each one blurring the path ahead. Inside, Alpha Qillalon gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale against the dim glow of the dashboard. His emerald eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, stared straight ahead, unseeing. “She said she'd try…” he whispered to himself, his voice breaking in the hollow silence of the car as he remembered how she pleaded for him to let her go. The words looped in his mind, intertwining with the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers. “She said she needed space to think.” He let out a long, trembling breath. The weight of her absence pressed against his chest like a stone. The certainty of her words still lingered in his mind, "At least take the ring with you and reach me whenever." The only thing he could utter. She took the rings and wore them. Her scent, power, and looks dialed down enorm
All curtains and windows are shut. The flicker of firelight danced across the walls of the modest room, casting long shadows that seemed to breathe with the tension in the air. Alpha Qillalon sat on the edge of the bed, his piercing eyes fixed on Vesper, who sat across from him, wrapped in a blanket that seemed far too large for her now. The weight of the conversation lingered between them, heavy and unyielding.“You should come back with me to the Manor,” Alpha Qillalon requested, his tone steady but edged with urgency. “The Omegas deserve to know you’re alive. I deserve to have you there,” he reasoned. Vesper’s gaze dropped to her hands, which fidgeted nervously in her lap. The firelight caught the silver of her earrings—the only part of her that hadn’t changed. She said nothing, her silence filling the room with a tension that Alpha Qillalon felt deep in his chest.He took a deep breath and continued, his voice softer. “I’ve learned a lot while you were gone, Vesper. My father told
Alpha Zane hurriedly returned to his room. The heavy oak door groaned as Alpha Zane pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber. The familiar space, lined with towering bookshelves and a crackling fireplace, felt suffocating now. He let the door fall shut behind him, the sound echoing like a final verdict.~Vesper Miles is alive and Qillalon is looking for her.~Elder Mauritius’ words still lingered in his mind. He moved to the center of the room and stood still, his broad shoulders slumping ever so slightly. His eyes were distant, unfocused, as though seeing something far beyond the room’s walls. The flickering light of the fire danced across his face, casting sharp shadows that mirrored the storm raging within him.He could still remember Elder Mauritius explaining how Vesper survived the attack."She should be dead… if she’s a wolf, but she’s not.”“What do you mean?” He asks in confusion. “She’s a vampire, Zane. That’s why she survived.” The Elder explains.Presently... H
Alpha Qillalon hurriedly left the Citadel premises and headed to the last place Vesper was spotted.After hours of endless travel on the unpaved rough road. He reached the abandoned building.The place was hidden by tall trees and grass. The structure was barely standing, its walls weathered and tilted, vines creeping over the edges like fingers of time reclaiming its prize. The vicinity was quiet, except for the crunch of leaves beneath his boots. His sharp gaze swept the path ahead, scanning for any sign of movement. He was close—he could feel it. The faintest scent lingered in the air, one that tugged at his memory, though something about it was... wrong.As he turned to the corner, he stopped in his tracks. A familiar scent caught his attention. A scent that shouldn’t be there.He moved forward and at the end of the other corner, standing a short distance away was Velmont, his broad shoulders tense, his face marred with frustration.Alpha Qillalon’s sharp gaze and intense presence