“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
Bella and Jane sat in tense silence, the weight of their failure hanging heavily in the air. The opportunity to eliminate the boy had slipped through their fingers, and they both knew such a chance might never come again. Disappointment and anger gnawed at them—not just anger at the situation, but at themselves. They exchanged frustrated glances from time to time, their emotions mirrored in each other's eyes as pain was also evident in their expression.Bella clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she stared at the floor. Jane, seated across from her, seemed equally burdened by the crushing reality of their missed opportunity."Now that Lawrence, the Alpha, is gone," Jane began, her voice barely above a whisper, as though she feared speaking the words aloud would make the situation worse. "Things are going to get more complicated for us."Bella lifted her head slowly; the fire in her eyes dimmed but not extinguished. "I heard Camilla and the children are being protect
There was no way out for either of them now. Bella and Jane had reached a conclusion: framing Camilla was the only option left for them. It was a dangerous path, but Bella was unwavering and unshaken this time. She stood up abruptly from where she was sitting, her mind already calculating the next steps. Her cold, determined gaze fell on Jane, who sat silently by the fireplace.“I’ll figure out a way to make sure Camilla offers him the food,” Bella said, her voice low and resolute. "But for now, I need to spend some time with my son. It’s been too long.” Without waiting for a response, Bella swept across the room, moving towards the door. the hem of her gown brushing the floor, and exited the chamber, the heavy door creaking shut behind her.Left alone in the dimly lit room, Jane sat in silence, her thoughts spiraling. She knew that what they were about to do was far too risky. The plan could backfire, and if it did, the consequences might be catastrophic. But what choice did she hav
Camilla stood by the large windows of the mansion, her gaze fixed on the children as they played joyfully in the centre of the mansion. Their laughter rang out like music, filling the air with a warmth that she longed to hold onto. From a distance, she smiled softly, watching them run around, chasing each other without a care in the world or what was happening in the world.Though she appeared calm, her heart ached with the weight of Lawrence's absence. The war had taken him, along with many others, from the pack, and the house felt emptier without him. Still, the sight of her children, especially Mira’s bright face, offered her a small but precious comfort that she couldn't resist, and this helped her to remain in a better mood.Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind swept through the mansion, blowing the curtains that were there, tugging at the branches of the tall trees outside, and making the air heavy with tension. Camilla stiffened. The winds were not ordinary, and she knew it. Somethin