“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
The tension in the room thickened with every passing second, wrapping around Jane like a suffocating fog as her eyes remained locked on Bella. The atmosphere was heavy, silent except for the faint rustling of Bella’s purse. Jane’s heart pounded faster and faster, the dread creeping up her spine. As Bella’s hand slid inside the purse, pulling out the cold steel of the gun, Jane could feel the weight of the moment settling into her bones. Bella moved slowly, deliberately, as though time itself had warped around them. Her actions were painstakingly methodical, yet each motion carried a deadly intent.Bella lowered the gun onto George’s small chest, his childish giggles breaking the oppressive silence in the room. His innocent eyes were squeezed shut, his face radiating excitement, blissfully unaware of the danger looming over him at that moment.He stood there, an obedient child, waiting eagerly for the "surprise" Bella had promised him. His smile was wide, trusting, and untouched by the
“I’ll be leaving soon. The war is finally upon us,” Lawrence began, his voice heavy as Camilla entered the meeting room. He watched her closely as she settled down with the kids, the weight of what he was about to say reflected in his gaze. His eyes lingered on each of them, soaking in the warmth of their presence, though the cold grip of fear tightened around his heart."I called you all here for a reason,” he continued, his tone now softer, almost pleading, though a storm and some form of fear brewed beneath his calm demeanor. “It's important I tell you this before I leave. I want to make sure I return to find my family—alive." Camilla immediately noticed the shift in his voice, the unspoken fear lurking beneath his usual strength. His words, though measured, revealed cracks in his composure. The mere fact that the Mouthpiece of the Moon Goddess was present in a conversation meant to be private to the family unnerved her. Something was terribly wrong.“There is something evil lurkin
duty called, Lawrence had to leave his family and make his way to the training arena. The air outside was thick with tension, and the scent of war permeated everything. Wolf soldiers moved in organized chaos, preparing for the inevitable battle that loomed ever closer. The training grounds buzzed with the energy of warriors sharpening their skills, readying themselves for the fight of their lives and for the survival of their pack.Lawrence scanned the crowd, watching his soldiers. It was obviously the commandant and other experienced personalities involved had trained them well. They were fierce, loyal, and brave—but still, the thought of leading them into a war where many might not return gnawed at him. The aura of impending conflict hung over the pack like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over everything. As much as he tried to push it away, doubt lingered at the edges of his thoughts.He took a deep breath, pushing aside his fears. For now, he had to focus on the task at hand. His f
The elders had already gathered at the training arena, their presence adding an air of gravitas to the occasion. As they made their way toward Alpha Lawrence, they joined the ranks of the army of wolves who were already assembled, their disciplined formation reflecting the weight of what was to come. The once vibrant chatter of warriors, buzzing with anticipation, slowly died down, a heavy silence descending over the crowd as Lawrence took his place at the forefront, flanked by the commandant and Mr. Chris.The army of wolves, who had been engrossed in their training exercises—muscles rippling under the strain of their rigorous exercise routines—came to an abrupt halt. Their chants, which moments ago had echoed across the arena, now fell silent. Sweat listened on their brows, but their eyes burnt with determination and an expression of strength.They had been preparing for this war relentlessly, sharpening their bodies and minds for the inevitable battle that lay ahead. The tension wa