In disbelief and numb with emotion, I approached the precipice of the towering cliff, my eyes drawn to the jagged rocks below where furious waves crashed relentlessly against the sheer rock face. It was a dizzying drop, easily fifty to a hundred meters. The wind was thick with the tang of salt and the roar of the ocean below.Ferdinand turned into a wolf and with a decisive motion, bit Xander's neck and leapt off the cliff edge. Yet I couldn't see their bodies below. My mother, witnessing this, stood at the brink, her tears flowing as she screamed Ferdinand's name in a heart-wrenching plea.Panic erupted among the shadow soldiers. They were frantically calling to their leader through the radio, their voices sounding unbelieving about the incident, "Ferdinand took Xander and jumped off the cliff!"The memory of Xander's smile, so serene and unsettling, flashed before me. I recalled vividly how Ferdinand had bitten into his neck, a moment that seemed to freeze my emotions, leaving me fe
‘What time is it already?’ ‘I didn’t really care.’ ‘Is it morning or night?’ ‘Again, I didn’t care.’ How many days have passed since Xander left me? I simply didn’t know. “Aurora, please eat.” Grandma’s voice, though close, seemed to drift from a distant world. “Open your mouth.” I mechanically opened my mouth, allowing her to feed me. As the food touched my tongue, a flood of memories crashed over me. Xander’s death – my fault. I had killed Xander, the one who loved me. And like a wave retreating from the shore, my stomach rebelled, and I threw up again. “Aurora, you cannot be like this; it’s been a month. You barely eat anything, you’ve become so thin.” Grandma’s words were laced with worry. I had been hiding in my room for what felt like eternity, shunning the outside world, yearning only for Xander. Tears began to form in my eyes, unbidden. “Please don’t cry again; you cry almost every day.” Grandma protested softly, her voice a mix of concern and despair. How had I never
“Grandpa.” I want to stop him baut Grandma take my hand..“Aurora, just forget Alexander, find a new love for you. You need to be strong.” Grandma said but his finger on my hand was wariting in silance. Saying, ‘it is not time yet, too may eyes still following you.’“Go get healrty, travel the worls, we will recommend you a few good place.” Gradna ma Stood. “But before that. I must prepare yourself.”“What do you mean?” I asked.Two weeks after my discharge from the hospital, my recovery was progressing slowly. The weight I had lost - a staggering 18 kilos in a month due to sadness. Now, slowly but surely, I was regaining my strength and weight. Sitting in the garden, enveloped by the nurturing presence of Grandma and Grandpa Robert, the world seemed to stand still, each moment a step towards recovery.The tranquility was punctuated by Lucas's arrival. He joined us, his presence a quiet comfort.“I am sorry about Xander,” Lucas said, his voice soft and laden with unspoken emotions.I
BiancaI was driving the truck through the parched landscape, trailed by six other trucks, each carrying vital supplies. Our destination was a village, visibly withered by the relentless drought. The dust billowed high as we passed through the arid terrain.As our convoy neared the small village, I could see the inhabitants' eyes, heavy with sadness and tinged with fear, as they looked towards us. Climbing down from the truck, I confronted the gathering locals, “Who is the alpha here?” My voice echoed with authority, yet laced with concern.An elderly woman, her face etched with the harshness of life, shook her head slowly. “We already lost our alpha in a village war,” she whispered, her voice trembling like autumn leaves.I sighed inwardly, 'Another village without an Alpha.' Outwardly, I maintained my composure and turned to my team. “Distribute the supplies among the villagers,” I commanded, my voice firm yet empathetic.I stood by the truck, the dust swirling around my feet, and g
The bullet, fired by Jared’s soldier, whizzed menacingly towards my face.My obedience to my family was unshakable, yet beneath this facade, a storm of pent-up anger raged, fostered over years of strict obedience. My usual outlet was training, but now, an alternative path for release presented itself.Swiftly, I shifted my head to the right, narrowly evading the bullet's deadly trajectory. My voice, a thunderous command, broke the tense air. “Kill them all,” I bellowed.Instantaneously, my followers, skilled and stealthy, drew their concealed weapons. Even the nurse took out her handgun. The sound of multiple gunshots was almost heard as one big sound. They unleashed a barrage of gunfire on the ten assailants, their movements so rapid and precise that it defied human capabilities. Within a mere three seconds, all of Jared's men lay lifeless, each succumbing to a fatal headshot.The village, once bustling and alive, plunged into a stunned silence.A sly smile crept across my face. Xand
The relentless sound of gunfire echoed incessantly, blending into the backdrop of chaos. Steve, alongside his fellow snipers, maintained their positions in hidden and well protected, their faces contorted into grins as they fired. Amidst their laughter, they faced a band of local terrorists, untrained and clumsy, which to them felt no more strenuous than a daily exercise.The air was thick with tension, the smell of gunpowder and fear intermingling as bullets zipped through the air. Steve and his comrades, skilled and unyielding, effortlessly took aim at the approaching enemy trucks from far away. With precision, they targeted the heart of the machines – the engines and fuel tanks – causing fiery explosions that rendered the vehicles useless.The remaining terrorists, now on foot, dashed towards the village from far away. But in the open field, they were nothing but easy targets, lambs to the slaughter.I stood there, a wry smile playing on my lips. Even if they sent a hundred men, I
As I focused intently, I felt the surge of werewolf power melding with my own, a mere 20% infusion making my speed faster. The world around me shifted, their movements stretching into a surreal slow-motion ballet. With this heightened perception, I struck one assailant squarely in the face, my other hand swiftly pulling at the other arm, unbalancing him with ease. My leg then arced up in a fluid motion, delivering a sharp kick to another's chin.Their screams and yells echoed hollowly, calling for someone to capture me, but my movements were a blur, too rapid for their eyes to follow. In the span of a mere 30 seconds, nearly all had been rendered unconscious, leaving only Ethan standing.“I will not lose my money,” Ethan roared, his voice guttural as he transformed into a full werewolf. He lunged at me with ferocious speed, but I nimbly sidestepped his attack.His brute strength was formidable, yet it was futile against my agility. Each of his attacks was a miss, sliding off me like w
Bianca and I sat tucked away at a softly illuminated table in the neighborhood bar, the air thick with the aroma of inexpensive local cigarettes, beer, and the murmur of nearby conversations. The ambiance was enhanced by the strains of local music filtering in through multiple open windows, carried by the gentle breeze."You've changed a lot, Aurora," Bianca observed, her fingers casually wrapped around a beer bottle. She took a leisurely sip, her eyes studying me over the rim."Really?" I echoed, mirroring her action with my own bottle, its familiar, bitter taste grounding me in the moment. In this small village, choices of drinks were limited, but this beer didn't feel too bad."The way you stand now, there's no trace of weakness, only confidence," she continued. "You used to be like a frightened rat, skittering about, lacking any semblance of self-assurance.""People change, I suppose," I murmured, a wave of sadness washing over me. My thoughts drifted to Xander. Was he still alive