As the night deepened, the shadows cast by the moonlight danced across Estellaâs house. Silent as a whisper, a dark figure slipped from a window and moved swiftly toward the forest. Ariston moved elegantly, his form barely a blur against the inky darkness. He made his way to a secluded glistening lake, its surface reflecting the silver of the moon.Standing at the waterâs edge, Aristonâs eyes turned from their deceptive blue to their true, feral red. He threw back his head and let out a howl- a sound both menacing and cold, a call that resonated through the forest, sending a shiver down the spine of any creature that heard it.Within moments, a figure emerged from the shadows of the trees behind him. The man, Hyde, moved with the grace and silence of a predator. He approached Ariston and bowed deeply.âMy lord,â Hyde said, his voice filled with relief and reverence. âFinally, you called us. We have been looking for you everywhere since we lost you. Thankfully, you are fine.âAriston d
Hyde laid down on one of the couches in the dimly lit lab, the air thick with the scent of herbs and the faint hum of machines. His mind raced with the information he had gathered about the Vesper Pack, information that he was itching to share with the alpha. Yet, his lordâs strict orders kept him silent, waiting for the call that hadnât yet come.The door creaked open, and Hugo walked in. He carried a stack of files, his expression a bit of surprised to see his brotherâs presence there.âHyde, what are you doing here?â Hugo asked, settling the files down on a cluttered table. âI thought you were supposed to be at the Vesper Pack.âHyde glanced at his twin and answered, âI was. I finished the task Lord Ariston ordered me to do. Now Iâm justâĶ waiting.âHugo raised an eyebrow and asked, âWaiting for what?âHyde threw his hands up in exasperation. âFor the alpha to call me, of course! Iâve got the information he wanted, and itâs driving me nuts that I canât tell him.âHugoâs eyebrow furr
The sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor as Ariston and Devon made their way through the underbush. Ariston carefully watched the young boy who led the way with surprising confidence. Devon moved with the ease of someone far beyond his years, his bright eyes scanning the terrain for the herbs Estella needed.âThere it is,â Devon said, pointing to a cluster of plants growing near the base of an old oak tree. âMama needs those.âAriston nodded and said, âGood eyes, Devon.âThey knelt together, carefully picking the herbs and placing them into the small pouch Estella had provided. Ariston found himself admiring Devonâs precision and knowledge. For one so young, the boy was remarkably adept at identifying the plants and their uses. This might be a trait he inherited from his mother.âYouâre quite adept at these things,â Ariston commented, his tone as neutral as ever, though there was a hint of genuine admiration.Devon looke
Devon ran through the forest with all the speed his small legs could muster, his heart pounding in his chest. The shadows stretched long and dark as the sun began to dip below the horizon. As he neared the village, his mind raced with the events that had just transpired. He burst through the door of Estellaâs shop with a loud slam, startling her from her work.âDevon!â Estella exclaimed, rushing toward him. The sight of her son, pale and sweating, his usually bright eyes now clouded with fear, sent a jolt of panic through her. She knelt at his level, her hands on his shoulders. âWhat happened? Where is Aris?âDevonâs breath came in quick, shallow gasps. He took a moment to gather himself, then recounted the events in the forest. âThere is a group of peopleâĶ intruders in the forest,â he said, his voice trembling but clear. âTheyâre not ordinary people. They are very strong and they wear blue-colored uniforms. Aris said that they might be from a strong pack, and he stayed behind to dela
The forest was cloaked in darkness, the canopy above blocking out the light of the moon. Ariston stood alone, his red eyes piercing through the night. The soft rustling of leaves and distant calls of nocturnal creatures were the only sounds, until a series of footsteps approached. Aristonâs senses sharpened, and his lips curled into a vicious smirk.A group of men emerged from the shadows, their uniforms unmistakable in the faint light. The Vesper Pack, just as Ariston had guessed earlier. Their leader, a tall man with a stern face and cold eyes, halted abruptly. His expression shifted from confidence to disbelief as he took in the sight of Ariston standing before him, emanating a murderous aura.The leaderâs voice trembled slightly as he spoke. âWho are you?âAristonâs smirk widened. âThatâs a question I could ask you. What business do you have here?âThe leader straightened, trying to regain his composure. âWe donât have time for your games. If you value your life, step aside now.â
When Brandon and the men arrived back at the village, Estella was already waiting, her heart pounding with worry. She had been anxiously pacing the small space of her shop, Devon by her side.As soon as she saw them carrying Aris, her eyes widened in shock. âChief, what happened?â she asked, rushing forward. Her voice was strained, barely concealing her panic.Brandongâs face was grave. âWe found him in the forest,â he explained. âThere was a huge fire, and after we managed to put it out, we found Aris unconscious on the ground. We didnât see any intruders, only the flames.âEstellaâs mind raced. âBring him inside, quickly,â she ordered, leading them into her shop where the light of lanterns cast a warm glow over the wooden shelves lined with jars and herbs.The men carefully laid Aris on the table Estella had cleared. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, his breathing was shallow and labored. Estellaâs heart ached at the sight, but she forced herself to remain calm.âDevon, fetc
Brettâs eyes fluttered open, only to be met with the dim light of an unfamiliar room. Panic surged through him, his heart pounding as he tried to piece together what had happened. The last thing he remembered was returning to his dorm room after delivering medicine to one of his comrades. He had been looking forward to filing a leave to visit his village and gather more supplies. His medicine, sought after among the lower-ranked soldiers, had almost sold out.But before he could make any more plans, someone had struck him from behind, and darkness had claimed him. Now, as he lay on this soft bed, he strained to recall details that might explain his current predicament.Sitting up slowly, Brett glanced around the room. The walls were decorated lavishly and a floor-to-ceiling window was to his left. The air was warm and comforting, carrying the scent of flowers. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, wincing as a slight pain shot through his head where he had been struck.âWhere am
It had been a week since the villagers relocated to a safer location, following the sudden ambush by the Vesper Pack. The village chief had not let his guard down for a moment. He swiftly organized patrol groups to monitor the forests surrounding their new settlement, ensuring that no intruder would catch them off guard again.Estella, meanwhile, was far from idle. Her mind was set on the promise she made to Brandon: she would bring back Brett alive. As she methodically packed the items she needed for her journey, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her son Devon’s laughter, echoing from the courtyard.Estella stood at the threshold of her small cottage, her heart swelling with a rare and profound happiness. The scene before her was one she never thought she’d witness: Devon was sitting on Aris’s lap. Aris was guiding Devon’s tiny hand as they painted together on a canvas.Devon giggled, his sweet laughter filling the air, a sta
It had been a week since the villagers relocated to a safer location, following the sudden ambush by the Vesper Pack. The village chief had not let his guard down for a moment. He swiftly organized patrol groups to monitor the forests surrounding their new settlement, ensuring that no intruder would catch them off guard again.Estella, meanwhile, was far from idle. Her mind was set on the promise she made to Brandon: she would bring back Brett alive. As she methodically packed the items she needed for her journey, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her son Devon’s laughter, echoing from the courtyard.Estella stood at the threshold of her small cottage, her heart swelling with a rare and profound happiness. The scene before her was one she never thought she’d witness: Devon was sitting on Aris’s lap. Aris was guiding Devon’s tiny hand as they painted together on a canvas.Devon giggled, his sweet laughter filling the air, a sta
Brettâs eyes fluttered open, only to be met with the dim light of an unfamiliar room. Panic surged through him, his heart pounding as he tried to piece together what had happened. The last thing he remembered was returning to his dorm room after delivering medicine to one of his comrades. He had been looking forward to filing a leave to visit his village and gather more supplies. His medicine, sought after among the lower-ranked soldiers, had almost sold out.But before he could make any more plans, someone had struck him from behind, and darkness had claimed him. Now, as he lay on this soft bed, he strained to recall details that might explain his current predicament.Sitting up slowly, Brett glanced around the room. The walls were decorated lavishly and a floor-to-ceiling window was to his left. The air was warm and comforting, carrying the scent of flowers. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, wincing as a slight pain shot through his head where he had been struck.âWhere am
When Brandon and the men arrived back at the village, Estella was already waiting, her heart pounding with worry. She had been anxiously pacing the small space of her shop, Devon by her side.As soon as she saw them carrying Aris, her eyes widened in shock. âChief, what happened?â she asked, rushing forward. Her voice was strained, barely concealing her panic.Brandongâs face was grave. âWe found him in the forest,â he explained. âThere was a huge fire, and after we managed to put it out, we found Aris unconscious on the ground. We didnât see any intruders, only the flames.âEstellaâs mind raced. âBring him inside, quickly,â she ordered, leading them into her shop where the light of lanterns cast a warm glow over the wooden shelves lined with jars and herbs.The men carefully laid Aris on the table Estella had cleared. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, his breathing was shallow and labored. Estellaâs heart ached at the sight, but she forced herself to remain calm.âDevon, fetc
The forest was cloaked in darkness, the canopy above blocking out the light of the moon. Ariston stood alone, his red eyes piercing through the night. The soft rustling of leaves and distant calls of nocturnal creatures were the only sounds, until a series of footsteps approached. Aristonâs senses sharpened, and his lips curled into a vicious smirk.A group of men emerged from the shadows, their uniforms unmistakable in the faint light. The Vesper Pack, just as Ariston had guessed earlier. Their leader, a tall man with a stern face and cold eyes, halted abruptly. His expression shifted from confidence to disbelief as he took in the sight of Ariston standing before him, emanating a murderous aura.The leaderâs voice trembled slightly as he spoke. âWho are you?âAristonâs smirk widened. âThatâs a question I could ask you. What business do you have here?âThe leader straightened, trying to regain his composure. âWe donât have time for your games. If you value your life, step aside now.â
Devon ran through the forest with all the speed his small legs could muster, his heart pounding in his chest. The shadows stretched long and dark as the sun began to dip below the horizon. As he neared the village, his mind raced with the events that had just transpired. He burst through the door of Estellaâs shop with a loud slam, startling her from her work.âDevon!â Estella exclaimed, rushing toward him. The sight of her son, pale and sweating, his usually bright eyes now clouded with fear, sent a jolt of panic through her. She knelt at his level, her hands on his shoulders. âWhat happened? Where is Aris?âDevonâs breath came in quick, shallow gasps. He took a moment to gather himself, then recounted the events in the forest. âThere is a group of peopleâĶ intruders in the forest,â he said, his voice trembling but clear. âTheyâre not ordinary people. They are very strong and they wear blue-colored uniforms. Aris said that they might be from a strong pack, and he stayed behind to dela
The sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor as Ariston and Devon made their way through the underbush. Ariston carefully watched the young boy who led the way with surprising confidence. Devon moved with the ease of someone far beyond his years, his bright eyes scanning the terrain for the herbs Estella needed.âThere it is,â Devon said, pointing to a cluster of plants growing near the base of an old oak tree. âMama needs those.âAriston nodded and said, âGood eyes, Devon.âThey knelt together, carefully picking the herbs and placing them into the small pouch Estella had provided. Ariston found himself admiring Devonâs precision and knowledge. For one so young, the boy was remarkably adept at identifying the plants and their uses. This might be a trait he inherited from his mother.âYouâre quite adept at these things,â Ariston commented, his tone as neutral as ever, though there was a hint of genuine admiration.Devon looke
Hyde laid down on one of the couches in the dimly lit lab, the air thick with the scent of herbs and the faint hum of machines. His mind raced with the information he had gathered about the Vesper Pack, information that he was itching to share with the alpha. Yet, his lordâs strict orders kept him silent, waiting for the call that hadnât yet come.The door creaked open, and Hugo walked in. He carried a stack of files, his expression a bit of surprised to see his brotherâs presence there.âHyde, what are you doing here?â Hugo asked, settling the files down on a cluttered table. âI thought you were supposed to be at the Vesper Pack.âHyde glanced at his twin and answered, âI was. I finished the task Lord Ariston ordered me to do. Now Iâm justâĶ waiting.âHugo raised an eyebrow and asked, âWaiting for what?âHyde threw his hands up in exasperation. âFor the alpha to call me, of course! Iâve got the information he wanted, and itâs driving me nuts that I canât tell him.âHugoâs eyebrow furr
As the night deepened, the shadows cast by the moonlight danced across Estellaâs house. Silent as a whisper, a dark figure slipped from a window and moved swiftly toward the forest. Ariston moved elegantly, his form barely a blur against the inky darkness. He made his way to a secluded glistening lake, its surface reflecting the silver of the moon.Standing at the waterâs edge, Aristonâs eyes turned from their deceptive blue to their true, feral red. He threw back his head and let out a howl- a sound both menacing and cold, a call that resonated through the forest, sending a shiver down the spine of any creature that heard it.Within moments, a figure emerged from the shadows of the trees behind him. The man, Hyde, moved with the grace and silence of a predator. He approached Ariston and bowed deeply.âMy lord,â Hyde said, his voice filled with relief and reverence. âFinally, you called us. We have been looking for you everywhere since we lost you. Thankfully, you are fine.âAriston d
The moon hung high over the village, casting its silver glow over the cobblestone streets. Inside Estellaâs home, Estella, Devon, and Elena gathered for dinner.Estella scooped a generous portion of meat onto Devonâs plate and asked, âHow was your day with Aris, darling?âDevon looked up, his face momentarily illuminated by the firelight. âIt was fine, Mama,â he replied. âMr. Aris is interesting to talk with.âEstellaâs eyebrows lifted in surprise. âInteresting, you say?â She exchanged a glance with Elena. âWhat did you two talk about?âDevonâs eyes gleamed slightly as he chewed thoughtfully. âWe talked about drawing,â he answered.Estella blinked, her curiosity piqued. âDrawing? I didnât know Aris was knowledgeable about the arts.âDevon nodded eagerly, a light of genuine excitement in his eyes. âI showed him some of my drawings, and he commented on them. He even offered to teach me more about it.âEstellaâs heart warmed at her sonâs enthusiasm. Devonâs interest in drawing had always