"I remember she seemed on edge, anxious even," Diego explained. "I brought her some food, but she declined, insisting that I should stop visiting her. She said it was for my own safety, that I had a bright future ahead that I shouldn't jeopardize by being associated with her."Li-lah's eyes welled up with tears once again as the weight of her mother's actions and emotions pressed upon herAs Diego's words settled into the depths of Li-lah's consciousness, tremors of trepidation coursed through her body. She knew, deep down, the significance of her mother's abrupt disappearance, but she couldn't find the courage to voice her thoughts. The truth was too painful, too devastating to acknowledge aloud.Diego's voice continued, filled with empathy and concern. "Li-lah, I've been trying to investigate your mother's disappearance. And, I'm sorry to say this, but for a mature woman to vanish without a trace... it's highly unlikely but if we were to involve the most powerful man in Mexico, then
Olivia stood at the threshold of Diego's office, an air of determination about her as she delivered an important message. Her dark eyes met his gaze as she spoke, catching his attention as he looked up from his computer screen.Diego furrowed his brow, his mind still lost in the sea of reports and deadlines. "Sorry, Olivia, what did you just say?"She repeated the words, her tone steady but filled with concern. "Santiago Cruz wants to see you. His secretary delivered a package, claiming it's a gesture of gratitude for your attendance at the recent events. But I suspect there's something more to it."The weight of Olivia's words settled heavily on Diego's shoulders, his expression reflecting a mix of uncertainty and weariness. He knew all too well the rumors surrounding Santiago's involvement in illicit activities, using government projects as a disguise for his own nefarious agenda.Olivia, never one to shy away from speaking her mind, continued, her voice steady but filled with convi
As Diego walked into Fuego's Elementary, he was immediately enveloped by the lively atmosphere of the school. The hallways were adorned with colorful artwork and filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter. Children rushed past him, exuding youthful energy and excitement. The scent of freshly sharpened pencils and excitement hung in the air, a nostalgic reminder of his own school days. Today was different, though. Today, he was on a mission to check on someone special—Li-lah. His steps grew more deliberate as he approached Li-lah's dressing room. He paused outside the closed door, his hand resting on the doorknob. Feeling a sense of anticipation and concern, he leaned in slightly and caught a glimpse of her through the small crack between the door and its frame.There, in the dimly lit room, Li-lah stood with her head bowed, her deep brown eyes filled with sorrow. The weight of her sadness seemed to radiate from her petite frame, tugging at Diego's heartstrings. In that moment, h
The grand hall of Fuego's Elementary School was a sight to behold. The designers had spared no expense in creating a space that radiated elegance and sophistication. The high ceiling boasted intricate chandeliers that glistened with crystal droplets, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the entire room. The walls were adorned with vibrant artwork showcasing the creativity of the young students. As the evening event approached, parents began to fill the hall, taking their seats with anticipation.Amongst the crowd, Samantha and Daniel made their entrance. Samantha's eyes widened in awe as she took in the opulent surroundings. Her slender figure gracefully moved forward, dressed in an elegant, deep blue dress that accentuated her natural beauty. She wore a smile that radiated warmth, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. Daniel, a tall and handsome man with a playful charm, walked beside her in a tailored suit, his strong arm protectively draped around her shoulders.The couple foun
Mateo's father stood tall and stern in his study, his face contorted with anger. His booming voice echoed through the room as he yelled, "Repeat what you just said, Butler!"The butler, who stood before him with a nervous demeanor, cleared his throat and stammered, "I-I said, sir, that Mateo... he's gone. He's left the house."A look of disbelief crossed Mateo's father's face, his anger intensifying. "Gone? How could he have just disappeared? You were supposed to keep an eye on him!"The butler fidgeted under his boss's intense gaze, his voice trembling as he responded, "I... I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't aware that he had plans to leave. I will do everything in my power to find him."* * * * Mateo is behind the wheel of his car, his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel. His face was etched with anger, his brows furrowed as he stared ahead, focused and determined.The sound of the engine revving filled the air as Mateo accelerated down the road. His knuckles turned white as he tig
Mateo leans in and gently kissed Li-lah. Their lips interwoven in a passion so intense that both Li-lah and Mateo could barely keep their composure. Their passion grew and burned even brighter as they forced their hands inside of one another’s clothes. Li-lah suddenly pulls back. "we-we can't do this. Not now! Not here! Someone might walk in on us."Mateo shakes his head and gives her a reassuring smile. "I'm sure you're right, but that isn't going to stop me."Li-lah gives a light giggle and nods. She clears her throat as she pulls him along with her towards her dressing room. Once she locked the door, Mateo wasted no time . He leaned Li-lah back against the wall and kissed her with passion yet again. His hands pulled her skirt up over her thighs and took off her underwear. His lips moved from her lips down to her neck. He stopped and then kissed her on the lips. He whispered into her ear "I'm ready for you now, Li-lah."Li-lah took Mateo by his shirt and pulled him towards the cou
The sun was starting to set as the event at Fuego's Elementary came to an end. The parents were gathering their children and bidding farewell to the teachers and staff who had organized the colorful festivities. Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a joyful atmosphere as families made their way towards the exit.Amongst the crowd, a reporter from a popular news station approached Maria. They has been one of thosewho had caught their attention with her impeccable dancing skills during the event. The reporter, holding a microphone with a badge on their chest, smiled warmly and introduced themselves before the interview began."Good evening, Maria! I couldn't help but notice your incredible performance today. How were you able to dance so beautifully while attending to your regular working and wifely duties?" the reporter inquired, genuinely intrigued by her multitasking abilities.Maria returned the smile, her face lit up with enthusiasm. "Thank you so much for your kind words.
"What makes you think so Li-lah? My husband? Another woman?"Li-lah could see that she was struggling to keep her composure, a composure she needed to see Maria break."Think of it Maria. He came to watch your performance empty-handed? No flowers to gifts and to top it all, he hasn't got once looked at you."Maria took several shakey breathes trying so hard to stable her emotions. She wanted to scream, shout , curse, break things but she couldn't. She turned to look up at her husband again and she heard Li-lah 's voice. " The night he didn't come home, have you been able to figure out where he was?"Maria turned to look at her, her eyes blazing with anger. "Follow me." She said and walked away.Just as Li-lah made to follow her, she heard her name. She turned to see Samantha asking towards her. The look on her face told Li-lah she wasn't pleased. "What was the meaning of that?" Sam asked "Meaning of what?""I saw you. I saw you and Mateo. I told you to stay away. We are going to be s
Chapter 5: The Binding SpellKayla laid on the floor, unconscious. Somewhere inside her mind, she felt herself drift into nothingness. In her mind's eye, she was perched in a corner, her arms around her, with her knee drawn to her chin. She rocked back and forth, unable to shake the feeljng that she was trapped in her own mind. She tried to scream but words refused to form and her very self seemed to fade. The words she wished to utter only echoed in her mind's mind. "Kayla." A small but firm voice called. "Its Lena, your wolf."She heard it, the voice she'd longed to hear for so long."Listen to me kayla. I know you're angry about what happened to your mother, but there's so much you don't yet know. You can't destroy the Redstone pack."Her mouth didn't move but she communed with her wolf. "You show up now? After all these years? You spoke to me once and disappeared after that. My own wolf abandoned me.""I was only trying to protect you, as was your mother. She never meant for
4The room smelled of burning incense and melting wax. It was not a large space but was enough to fit in a brown mahogany table, two wooden chairs and a small bed at the corner. An old clock ticked away on the wall, the sound waking Kayla up from her seeming slumber.Kayla's eyes widened as she realized the strangeness of the environment. She looked around, her blank mind trying to fill in a very important piece of information that was missing from her mind. " where are we?" She asked how the hell did i get here?" "There's an old friend of mine I'd like to talk to." The devil's voice rang from within her. "We need to talk about some boundaries.." She stopped, realizing she had no idea what to call him. "Do you have a name?""Kael." He said after a brief silence and his voice echoed inside her brain."How do you make me do what you want without even realizing it kael? The last thing I remember was waking up in the forest.""Well, we both share your body now, vessel..""Kayla..my nam
Chapter 3: A Second ChanceKayla opened her eyes quickly and cried out for air. Everything around her was spinning, and for a brief moment, she believed she was still in a horrible place. But no, this was not the same. The air was warm and smelled like cooked meat and flowers. She opened her eyes and surveyed the area. She found herself in the staff rooms of Alpha Luther's large property. From a tiny window, she observed the vast courtyard where the biweekly Alpha meeting was happening.Her heart skipped a beat. It was all familiar. Not the staff quaters alone - she'd lived here for the most part of her life- but this night felt like deja vu. This was impossible, but considering that she'd just died in the woods and met with the devil, everything was pretty much possible. This night - this exact moment - was burned into her memory. It was the night her mother died. "No," Kayla whispered, clutching her chest as the realization hit her. "This can't be real."But everything was as sh
chapter 2: a deal with the devil Kayla laughed. It was not a nervous laugh or a soft giggle - it was a loud, unstoppable laugh, the type that comes when things around you are just too strange to understand. She grabbed her stomach, shaking her head."You expect me to believe this? she said between fits of laughter. "You? The devil? And me your avatar? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever -"Before she was done, a loud noise filled the room. The air got hot as fire burst from the person's hand, forming a bright ball of flames. Suddenly, he threw it at her.Kayla yelled, lifting her hands up to protect herself. The dark object stuck to her hand, shining brightly as it created a shield around her. The fireball hit the shield and bounced back at the figure. He lifted his arm to block it, clenching his teeth as the force of the hit sent waves of energy across the room.The room fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the still-burning flames surrounding them. The devil's eyes
Chapter 1: meeting the devilHer breaths came in gasps as she pushed herself forward, one foot after the other in a speed she never knew she possessed. "Lena please." She begged, calling to her wolf but she didn't respond. She hadn’t been able to get through to her for years. But in this desperate moment, she tried. She had no other choice. The silence greeted her, just like it did when they lost contact. It had been that way ever since. She didn't see the huge log In front of her and she tripped on it, falling. A sharp wood pierced her through on her side and her hand flew to her mouth to muffle her screams. She shut her eyes tight and opened them again, blinking back tears. While one hand pulled out the wood, the other one pressed against the wound. It did no much good since the blood kept seeping out. Tears flowed freely from her eyes now. She couldn't do this anymore. She'll give up and let them catch her but her mother's voice rang in her head. "protect it with your life. You m
The winds of change swept through the air as Amelia stepped onto the plane, her heart heavy with the weight of all that she was leaving behind. Mexico had been a place of love, betrayal, heartbreak, and redemption. It had shaped her in ways she could never fully explain. But it was time to move on. She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes as memories of her family, of Mateo, and of everything they had endured together, flooded her mind. She thought of the quiet moments she had shared with Mateo—the stolen glances, the tender touches, the unspoken words that had once bridged the distance between them. Those moments would forever be etched in her heart, but they were not enough to keep her tethered to a past that no longer served her. Her family—her mother, her father—had been the driving forces behind her fight. Their memories were now the foundation of her resolve. She would honor them by living a life that was not shaped by the darkness that had consumed them but by the stren
The tension in the warehouse was unbearable, the air thick with fear and desperation. Maria stood at the center of the room, her gun trembling in her hand, her child clutched tightly in the other arm. The sound of her erratic breathing echoed in the otherwise silent space. Amelia could feel the weight of the moment, the gravity of everything that had led up to this point. She glanced at Mateo, standing to her left, his face a mix of anger and concern. They had cornered Maria—this was it. The endgame. “Maria,” Amelia called, her voice steady but urgent, “put the gun down. You don’t want to do this. You’ve already lost.” Maria’s eyes darted around the room, panic and defiance battling for control. “You have no idea what I’ve lost!” she hissed, her grip tightening on the weapon. “You’ve taken everything from me. My power, my family… my future.” Amelia took a slow, deliberate step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the desperation in Maria’s eyes. She could se
The day had arrived. Amelia stood at the podium, her heart racing as the cameras flashed in front of her. The press conference was set, and today, Maria would be exposed for the monster she truly was. Amelia had prepared for this moment for weeks—gathering evidence, making connections, and ensuring that nothing could be dismissed as a lie. This was the moment of reckoning. Amelia glanced down at the folder in front of her. Inside were the irrefutable documents that would bring Maria to justice—details of her illegal activities, her involvement in her father’s crimes, and the horrifying truth behind the murder of Amelia’s mother. Every piece of evidence was meticulously organized, every lie Maria had spun unraveling before her. As she looked out at the sea of reporters and cameras, Amelia felt the weight of what she was about to do. Maria had taken everything from her—her family, her love, her peace of mind—and now, it was time to take it all back. She took a deep breath before beg
The night was heavy with unspoken words as Amelia walked into the private ballroom. She had agreed to meet Mateo under the pretense of settling their differences, but deep down, she knew this meeting would be anything but peaceful. This was the final chapter of their story—the last time their paths would cross before the consequences of everything they’d done came crashing down. Mateo stood by the grand windows, his back to her, staring out at the city below. His shoulders were tense, his profile etched with the weight of everything he had lost. The moment Amelia stepped into the room, he turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of pain and longing. “I didn’t think you’d come,” he said softly, though there was a trace of relief in his voice. “I couldn’t let it end like this, Mateo,” Amelia replied, her voice steady but betraying a flicker of emotion. “We have unfinished business.” He took a few steps closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’ve made your choice, Am