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Destined Journey Intrigue
Moving away from the tree, Mia walked towards her house and jumped into her car. She slipped out of the pack using the main gate to avoid alerting anyone. As soon as she was far enough from the pack borders, she swerved to the left and parked the car in a clearing behind the forest undergrowth. Getting out of the car, she took off running along the border line but staying far enough so that the patrol wouldn't notice her, heading towards where she was supposed to hand over the "little bastard" to Lex and his men. Once she neared the meeting point, she saw and smelled nothing. She stopped and looked around, pulling her phone out, prepared to give lex some attitude, when someone grabbed her from behind. "What are you doing here? This is risky," Arlo growled in her ear. Mia turned in his arm lock and said, "Nobody saw me. I'm not stupid," she growled back. Arlo released her and took a step back. "So why are you here? Afraid there's no time for any fun sweetheart," the beta wolf wink
Destined Journey Welcome to the pack
Darius shook his head in amusement at his beta sister before confidently striding into the centre of the square. With a commanding presence, he cleared his throat, capturing the undivided attention of his pack members. "Our esteemed Beta Prius, known for his grumpy demeanour," eliciting a chuckle from the crowd and an annoyed grunt from Prius, "has found his mate in Luke Silverton, a werewolf who happens to work alongside none other than Prius' own sister, Carla. You all must agree, if he can survive living with Carla, he can handle anything," he added with a smirk, prompting laughter from the audience. "Hey!" Carla shouted, arms folded across her chest, a look of mock offence on her face. "I happen to be the best employer ever!" Darius slyly winked at her before continuing. "Nevertheless, as you can see, they couldn't wait to claim each other." The audience, again, burst into a chorus of enthusiastic acclamation and jubilant clapping. "So, without further ado, let us officially
Destined Journey Cornered
“... then for me too, as John here is my fated mate, and I have no intention to let him go!" Darius's words echoed on repeat in Mia's head as she stormed towards her house, her anger bordering on rage. She couldn't bear the thought of witnessing that perceived loser being welcomed into her pack. Slamming the door shut behind her, she grabbed the nearest object, a picture frame featuring her, and violently hurled it against the wall.The resounding crash of shattered glass filled the empty house. "How dare he!" Mia seethed as she stomped around her living room, her anger boiling over. "He will pay for this. He has no idea what he's up against," she growled aloud, her voice trembling with fury.If only her bear would cooperate, but her stubborn animal refused to understand. Mia had mastered the art of calling her forward only when needed, concealing any signs of discord between her and her animal from prying eyes."Focus, Mia, focus," she repeated to herself, her voice laced with veno
Destined Journey Something's wrong
Sera emerged from the bathroom, only to be hit by a sudden burst of dizziness that made her sway, prompting her to lean a hand against the wall for support. After regaining her bearings and stability, she pushed away from the wall and started walking back toward the party."What was that?" she thought to herself. Just as she was about to dismiss the feeling as a consequence of the high emotions she had been subjected to in the last few days, her lynx perked up and began to pace anxiously in her head.Sera quickened her pace, a sinking feeling settling in as they reached the door opening into the square, and her lynx painfully whispered, "Danger, boy."Alarm bells went off in Sera's head as she looked around and couldn't find John or the Alpha. Her eyes landed on Carla, and she moved quickly towards her. "Where are they?" she asked the woman without any preamble.Carla shot a look at the healer, sensing her distress and agitation. "They were here," Carla said, but then neither of them
Destined Journey Hello little bean
"Come on, little bean," the voice whispered with a sly undertone. "You know you can do it—shock the bitch away..."John slowly blinked, his mind reeling as he attempted to discern the mysterious voice's origin. Was his lynx companion back? He reached out for his inner other half, desperately yearning for a connection, yet all he sensed was a haunting emptiness. "That punch must have been harder than I thought," he suddenly realised, continuing to struggle against Mia's unyielding grip."Mia, let him go," Darius's voice boomed, resonating with authority.Mia responded with a mocking laugh. "Why would I?" she retorted defiantly."This is our only chance to escape alive. He's our ticket out, and Lex will reward me even more generously when I deliver his little lamb to him," Mia explained, her grip on John's hair tightening. "What he sees in this scrawny thing, I'll never know! But we're not here to question his taste. Let's make our exit, Arlo," she declared, making a determined move to
Destined Journey A rift
Darius felt a whirlwind of emotions churning within him as he looked at his mate and the stranger standing before them. Was he hearing things correctly? Did John just address the man as his father?"Yes, he did," the stranger's voice cut through the air as if he had plucked the thoughts right out of his mind Darius mused. “Oh but I did, Mr. Alpha bear!” His chuckle held a mixture of amusement and something deeper, a hint of familiarity that sent shivers down Darius's spine.Sera, sensing the tension, moved towards the man, her curiosity piqued. Her steps were tentative, her gaze locked on the figure before her."Hello, Sera," the man greeted her warmly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "Long time no see—I see you haven't aged at all!" His words were laced with a playful tone, but underneath, there was a sense of sincerity that resonated with Sera.Sera rolled her eyes at the comment, her lips curling into a smirk. "Of all people, I didn't think they would send you Zion…" she be
Destined Journey Whose magic?
In Lex's room, the air was tense, the seething Alpha seated behind his desk, his fingers tapping on the table in an unnerving rhythm. Kali stood just to the side of him, her presence adding to the oppressive atmosphere.Arlo stood rigidly next to Mia, a sense of dread filling them both. Lex's silence was unsettling, and before the thought could fully form in Arlo's mind, the Alpha slammed his clenched fists on the table, causing both Arlo and Mia to jump and the contents on the table to scatter.Lex looked up at Arlo, veins bulging beneath the skin of his neck, eyes filled with rage and promises of pain. His knuckles whitened as his muscles coiled; he was a ticking time bomb ready to explode on the two of them, and they knew that if it happened, there would be no saving them."Talk, do not leave anything out" Lex growled, his voice low and menacing. "And you better make it believable."Arlo moved to speak, but Lex cut him off with a shout. "Not you," he snapped, his gaze shifting to M
Destined Journey Heat
John observed the lively gathering in front of him, people mingling, laughing, and seated around a massive bonfire. Some children were joyfully roasting marshmallows, their screeches of delight blending with the overall atmosphere of happiness.The scene before him felt so... human. If stumbled upon in the woods, one might easily assume that Wildwood Haven for just another human town. John was acutely aware of the large hand gripping his small one, a connection that hadn't wavered since they returned from the almost-kidnapping earlier. The tingling sensation that ran up his arm and spread throughout his body warmed something inside him. Darius had not left his side, nor had he released his hand, not even when some of the pack members, including Mirabel, attempted to hug him, making the whole motion awkward. The worst moment had been when the group of kids that Mia had used to entice Darius away from John came to a halt in front of him. Their eager attempts to pull him away for the
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Destined Journey Epilogue
Two months after it had served as a battleground, the square-like clearing now buzzed with life and activity. The pack was in high spirits as they prepared for the full moon celebration. Where there had once been quiet and sombre cleanup efforts following the battle, there was now joy and excitement. Members of the pack, young and old, were busy making final preparations for the evening. Large tables were set up under a gazebo on one side of the clearing, creating a communal space for dining. Nearby, some of the warriors were constructing a pile of logs and kindling, destined to become a roaring bonfire after sunset. The air was filled with laughter and chatter, and children’s playful screams echoed through the clearing as they ran around, immersed in games and chasing one another. The village, transformed by a spirit of camaraderie and celebration, was a stark contrast to its recent past. John walked alongside his grandmother, a sense of peace settling over him as he took in the liv
Destined Journey Awake Amidst Loss
John hovered on the brink of consciousness, the persistent beep piercing through the fog of his mind, drawing him back from the depths of unconsciousness. Battling against heavy eyelids, he struggled to open them, confusion swirling within. With a determined effort, his eyelids fluttered apart, greeted by the glaring brightness of the room. The intense light assaulted his senses, compelling him to squint as he tried to orient himself. The walls gleamed with clinical whiteness, the scent of antiseptic triggering a sense of déjà vu. How did he end up here again? As his vision adjusted, he recognized the familiar sights of the infirmary—the neatly arranged medications on the nearby table, the incessant beeping was coming from the medical equipment attached to his chest. The more he took in his surroundings, the more reality flooded back, hitting him like a tidal wave: the attack, Mason, Darius! Darius was stabbed! Panicking, John attempted to move, urgency to find Darius consuming him
Destined Journey Dark redemption
"Ah, my little pet," Mason said, pulling a handcuffed Desmond forward. "Looks like he's been used as entertainment for that werewolf pack," he laughed without emotion. "Too bad he's now my little pet, and I have no intention of returning him." "Darius," the man, Desmond, whispered with a broken voice. He sounded broken. "My family?" he asked, and Darius replied, "Prius and Carla are here, fighting against the scum that is threatening their Luna's life." John's gaze flickered between Darius and the captive, his confusion palpable. He was about to voice his inquiry when Mason's voice cut through, demanding attention once more. "Enough with the sob stuff," Mason sneered, redirecting John's focus back to him. "So, the little lamb thinks he can challenge the big bad 'wolf'," Mason taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. John's eyes narrowed, a glint of defiance shining within them. "I've faced bigger threats than you," he declared, though uncertainty lingered beneath his bravado. Mason
Destined Journey The Battle
John felt a growing unease gnawing at him as he muttered to himself, "What's happening?" while scanning the area with a furrowed brow. Turning to Darius, he sought an update. Seeking information, Darius reached out to Fez. "What's the status?" he asked. Fez's response was swift. "The rogues are holding their position, as if they're waiting for orders. They seem to be alone." As the pack's Luna, John tuned into their mindlink conversation, raising an eyebrow. "How many are we talking about, Fez?" he piped in. "About seven on our side, Luna," Fez reported. "Only seven?" John's concern deepened. "And overall?" "Approximately sixty, as we have estimated," Fez confirmed. Though Fez couldn't see him, John nodded,sharing his feeling of unease and asking the tracker to keep his guard up. John couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something felt amiss. Prius had briefed him on the ruthless nature of the rogues, their disregard for life being well-known. However, this situation didn't
Destined Journey A Glimpse of Gold
Desmond sat in his usual position, seated on the floor, his back against the cold stonewall of the cell. His arms were folded over his knees, and he rested his head on one of them, the dim light casting faint shadows across the room. It was a small comfort to him as the darkness was no longer as suffocating as it once was, courtesy of what he could only assume was the intervention of his mate. Though he still lacked the “luxuries” of the other cells, such as a bed or amenities, Desmond was no longer shackled like an animal. Instead, he had been granted small reprieves—a daily meal, the absence of chains—that served as a stark reminder of his newfound, albeit uncertain, freedom. Despite the lingering grime and tattered clothing, he felt a glimmer of strength returning to him, his body slowly healing from the wounds inflicted during his captivity. The scars would remain, a testament to his endurance and resilience in the face of adversity, but they no longer bore the weight of despair
Destined Journey Rogues Pacts
Mason paced back and forth, his keen gaze sweeping over the crowd of shifters gathered before him. Low growls filled the air, a testament to the simmering anger and tension that emanated from the group of rogues standing before him. Their red eyes glinted with defiance, their dirty clothes and unkempt appearances serving as a stark contrast to the more polished warriors of the Feral Glen pack. Turning his attention to Arlo, Mason's expression was unreadable as he addressed him. "You are not as useless as I thought," he remarked with a hint of begrudging respect. "How many do we have now?" Arlo gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin in the presence of the egocentric warlock. "59," he replied tersely, his voice tinged with irritation. "We are still short, but it's all we could do." Mason's lips curled into a smug smile as he dismissed Arlo's concerns with a wave of his hand. "They are more than enough," he declared confidently. "Ruthless and with no care for their pathetic lives
Destined Journey The Tension of the Full Moon
The day of the full moon had arrived, bringing with it a palpable tension that hung heavy in the air. If the predictions held true, Mason and his werewolves would launch their attack today. The uncertainty surrounding the exact timing of the assault only heightened the unease. Moonrise occurred at 21:14, with the peak of the full moon set for 12:48 AM. Would the enemy strike before, during, or after the peak? Without a spy among the enemy pack to help them with such information, there was no way to know for sure. This detail only added to the tension, casting a shadow over their anticipation of what was to come.Darius and John sat in the pack dining hall alongside their comrades. Despite attempts to maintain a façade of normalcy, the tension was evident in the subdued atmosphere. On a typical day when lunch was being served, the room would be bustling with laughter and the playful chaos of children. Darius glanced to his right, where his mate sat. He took in John's profile, his fair
Destined Journey Preparations
As Darius and John arrived at the packhouse, they found Prius and Luke awaiting them on the front porch. John couldn't miss the subtle sniff Prius gave the air, nor the knowing smirk that crossed his lips. "Glad to see you made it back," Prius said with a wink, his words causing a blush to creep up John's cheeks. Ignoring the Beta's teasing, Darius draped an arm around John's shoulder and turned to Prius, asking, "Where are the rest of the elite?"Prius responded promptly, "We've been awaiting your return, Alpha. Your timelines weren't exactly clear."Darius nodded, his gaze steady as he addressed Prius. "We're here now. Mind-link everyone for a pack meeting; we have a lot to discuss.""Of course, boss," Prius said quietly behind his Alpha's back. John couldn't help but notice the Beta's mocking salute and muttered remark, which caused him to start giggling.Darius turned to John, raising an eyebrow. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. John simply nodded enthusiastically to avoid furthe
Destined Journey Hunt for Rogues
Mason barged into Lex's office without bothering to knock, walking in as if he owned the place. Lex, accustomed to the warlock's brash demeanour, rose from his chair slowly, his movements deliberate and measured.He met Mason's gaze, refusing to be intimidated by the dark aura that surrounded the warlock.Mason's lips curled into a sneer as he addressed Lex, his tone dripping with disdain. "Time to get those losers that you call a pack together and get working," he spat.Lex's jaw clenched at the offensive remark, but he remained composed, his expression unreadable. With a nod, he gestured for Mason to follow him, his silence a subtle acknowledgment of the task at hand.As they walked, a palpable tension hung in the air between them, the nervous energy crackling like electricity between the two. Lex's movements were purposeful, each step a silent declaration of his determination to see their mission through to the end.Mason’s eyes, dark and piercing, bore into Lex's back, a silent re
