"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
You know this isn’t about faith,” Lawrence replied, his voice steady but firm. “It’s about survival. We need to align, Luke. If our forces aren’t united—if our leadership is divided—we’ll be crushed by the enemy before we even have a chance to fight.”Luke scoffed, tossing the remnants of his snack back onto the tray. He rose from the couch with a suddenness that startled even Lawrence for a brief moment. “So now you’re concerned with unity? After all these periods, grand Alpha, now you want to talk and have a discussion with your little brother, huh?”Lawrence clenched his jaw but kept his composure. “This isn’t about the past. I didn’t come here to dredge up old wounds. We’re both responsible for the lives of every wolf in that army. If we don’t walk into this war on the same page, we might as well surrender now.”Luke crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze sharp as ever. “Funny, I’ve always wondered how long you’d keep this charade of righteousness going. But fine, Lawrence. Let
“How was your last experience when we showed you the magnificence of this mansion?” Jane asked, her voice as smooth as silk, watching George play around with his sister in one of the spacious rooms.George looked up from his toys, an innocent smile spreading across his face. “It was lovely, I must say. Thank you again for the gift,” he replied, his eyes full of childlike joy and excitement. Jane mirrored his smile, though hers still concealed her dark plans. As Jane motioned for George to come closer, the warmth in her eyes never wavered, despite the malicious thoughts swirling in her mind. She gently took his small hand, her grip firm but betraying no hint of the sinister intent beneath. George, still lost in his playful world, wriggled free to dash back to his sister, grabbing one of his toys with an infectious laugh that filled the whole place.“We have something even more exciting for you,” Jane said sweetly, her voice dripping with false enthusiasm as she watched George's excit
“What can it be? What is this bad omen around my family that you speak of?” Lawrence’s voice trembled with fury; his eyes narrowed as he paced the room. His anger radiated with every step, the weight of the looming war heavy on his shoulders. “Is the war that will separate me from my family not enough? Or is the Moon Goddess trying to punish me in a way I can't understand?” His tone grew sharper, each word biting as he turned to face the Mouthpiece, the appointed messenger of the Moon Goddess. The revelation had struck Lawrence like a blade, and his temper simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.“My lord,” the mouthpiece began, his voice measured appropriately, soothing, as though trying to calm a storm. “I have no control over the events that unfold. I am but a messenger, speaking the will of the Moon Goddess. The message may be bitter, but it must be delivered.” Despite the calmness in his words, the mouthpiece felt the gravity of the situation. The timing could