The voice that commanded their attention was familiar to the beta wolves. They all turned to see who had the audacity to interrupt their fight with the intruders. It was Maxwell, breathing heavily, the strain of battle etched on his face. He had managed to break free from the grip of the intruders' leader, and now, taking a few steps back, he raised his hand—a signal to halt.“We need to stop now. This is unnecessary,” Maxwell called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. His words were firm, carrying the weight of authority, yet tinged with a plea for reason. He glanced at the leader of the intruders, watching closely to see if he would heed the call or rush forward to continue their brutal clash.Maxwell's fellow beta wolves hesitated, their aggression cooling as they turned their ears to his words. His voice, surprisingly loud and resolute, echoed in the tense air.“What is your mission here in the first place?” Maxwell demanded, his eyes locking onto the intruders' leader. The
The man took a step back from Maxwell's crumpled form, his gaze fixed intently on the fallen leader as he groaned in agony on the cold ground where he left him for life to drain out of Maxwell. With a satisfied sneer, he turned away, heading back toward his own men, his posture exuding triumph.The rest of the beta wolves’s entourage, now visibly on edge, shuffled nervously, their earlier confidence wavering in the face of Maxwell’s apparent defeat. They braced themselves, readying for whatever might come next, their leader’s incapacitation casting a shadow of uncertainty over their ranks.As the man approached his own group, their eyes darted between Maxwell's prone form and their leader’s retreating back, unease palpable in the tense air. The man was about to rejoin his comrades when a sudden, unexpected voice cut through the tension, stopping him in his tracks."I guess you missed," Maxwell's voice rang out, laced with a smirk. He had somehow managed to rise from the ground, his
"You can’t tell me that! I did everything I could to make sure no one found out. I did it to protect myself!" Elder Albert exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and denial as he glared at Jane. He paced the open space in agitation, his eyes narrowing as he tried to grasp the weight of her words. Despite his defiant tone, doubt had begun to gnaw at his confidence. Everything he believed to be secure was now unravelling.Albert had always been certain that Camilla had no idea which elder was actually present at the scene that day, even though she knew an elder was there, but who it was, he was sure she didn't know. He had been careful, meticulous even. There was no way she could suspect him—Elder Albert. And yet, Jane’s revelations now seemed to plant seeds of fear deep inside him, forcing him to confront the horrifying possibility that his secret was not as safe as he once thought.Jane watched him carefully, her expression unreadable as she leaned back against a wall o
"They must have taken care of the beta wolves by now," Albert muttered, more to himself than to Jane. His eyes scanned the crowd again. But he couldn’t see anything—just shadows of men, whispers of movement. "Have they?" he asked finally, turning back to Jane. His voice was low, tinged with a newfound sense of calm, though his mind still buzzed with tension. "Did your men handle the situation like you said they would?"Jane stepped a little closer, her presence almost comforting, yet there was always that lingering air of mystery about her. She, too, glanced out at the group of people there, but unlike Albert, she didn’t seem worried. She was relaxed, confident even. "They’ve done what needed to be done," she replied coolly. "But remember, Albert, this is only the beginning. The choices we make now will ripple through everything that’s to come."Albert felt the weight of her words settle heavily on him. He knew there was no turning back, no undoing the decisions that had been made.
The beta wolves stood in a tense semicircle, their eyes fixed on the man before them, waiting with bated breath for his words. Maxwell sat directly in front of him, his gaze piercing through the dimly lit room, anticipation and frustration etched on his face as he looked at the man.The silence that followed the man’s stare was thick with tension, every second stretching into an eternity as they awaited his response, maybe patiently as they looked at the man.The man, bruised and battered, struggled to maintain his composure. His voice wavered as he spoke, betraying his fear and pain. “I don’t really know who sent us,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His words seemed inadequate, a feeble attempt to disguise the truth behind the tremor in his tone. He hoped his words were convincing enough, though he wasn’t sure if his state of agony had clouded his the manner that he said this to Maxwell and his men.Maxwell, who still sat there with a figure of intimidating authorit
"Maybe they're already busy with the job," Jane muttered under her breath, frustration bubbling up after several failed attempts to reach Drew on the phone. Each call had gone unanswered, leaving her to wonder if her instructions were being carried out. After a moment of contemplation, she decided there was no point in continuing to call. Drew and the team were likely in the middle of executing the plan she had assigned them. It wasn't like Drew to leave her hanging unless something significant was happening; she and Drew had known each other for quite some time now, so she understands already.With a sigh, Jane finally let the phone drop to her side, her gaze shifting across the room to where Bella stood, poised by the window. Bella had been silently watching the world outside, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The tension between them was palpable, though unspoken. They didn't need to exchange words to understand that Drew’s silence wasn’t a cause for panic. They knew each other
"Damn it! They destroyed everything! All of the devices!" The computer tech burst into the room, his voice trembling with frustration. Maxwell turned to him, his gaze narrowing. The beta wolves, still gathered around their captive, had been waiting for answers, but now it seemed everything was falling apart."They destroyed everything? What about the data?" Maxwell’s voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed the storm brewing within him.The computer guy shook his head, defeated. "Come see for yourself."Maxwell followed him through the narrow hallway, each step growing heavier with the tension. The door creaked as they entered the dimly lit room where the tech had been working. Scattered debris of shattered monitors, broken keyboards, and tangled wires painted a scene of deliberate destruction."Look at this," the tech said, his hands gesturing helplessly toward the chaos. "They wiped it all. I’ve got nothing left to recover. It’s gone."Maxwell scanned the room, his pulse quickening. He
“I'll leave you with Luke, the new Zega of the pack. The two of you can strategise and come up with a stronger plan. Your wealth of knowledge will undoubtedly guide the decisions you make concerning this war,” Lawrence said to Mr. Charis, his voice filled with a mix of respect and confidence. Luke, who was now standing beside them, nodded in agreement, knowing the responsibility now rested heavily on his shoulders.The discussion between Lawrence, Luke, and Mr. Charis had been both insightful and heartfelt, bringing a brief sense of calm to an otherwise grim situation. Despite the looming war, the presence of Mr. Charis offered Lawrence a rare moment of peace. For the first time in days, he found solace in knowing that his trusted advisors were handling the weighty details of the impending battle. With this reassurance, he allowed himself to momentarily set aside the tension and focus on something—someone—far more precious—maybe Camilla and his family.As Lawrence left the training a