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
The faint sound of a tiny, distressed cry echoed through the far section of the mansion, sharp enough and made Britney and Bella freeze in their tracks. Without a word, they exchanged glances and sprinted toward the source, their hearts pounding in sync. In the back of their minds, they both had the same thought: “Maybe it’s Mira.”.As they reached the end of the long corridor, they came to a dimly lit room, where they suspected the sound would have come from.There, huddled in a corner between two walls, was a small, trembling white wolf. Her silver fur shimmered in the low light, but her frame was so slight, so fragile, that it was clear she was just a child. The little wolf's soft howls were barely audible, fading to a whimper the moment her wide, frightened eyes met Britney's and Camilla’s.For a moment, Camilla stood frozen, her heart aching. “It’s her”. No words were needed to confirm what she already knew deep inside her soul—this small, trembling wolf was her daughter, Mira. C
The battle raged with fierce intensity, growing more brutal with every passing second. Every member of Lawrence’s pack was deeply immersed in the fray, teeth bared, claws slicing through the air as they fought to protect their territory, the only objective in their minds.The howls of pain and growls of aggression echoed through the dense forest, filling the night air with a haunting symphony of survival."Do whatever it takes to stay alive! Every breath you take means another chance to fight!" The commandant roared, his voice cutting through the chaos as his wolves fanned out, surrounding their enemies in a deadly circle. The moon above bore witness to the carnage below as wolves launched themselves at one another, a brutal clash of strength and cunning. Blood stained the ground, but there was no time to reflect on the fallen; this was a battle where only the strongest would survive.Lawrence, as the Alpha, moved through the crowd with lethal precision, his eyes scanning the battlefi
The war had just been raging in plain sight for hours, and nothing but blood and sweat could be seen on the ground in the clear night sky with the cold light of the moon.The stink of blood and metal polluted the air and the growls of the few men still alive came one after the other.The Alpha, Lawrence born, the large-sized wolves reigned over the field of the battle. His fur coat was clotted with blood some of which were his and most of which belonged to his foes. His aurous eyes narrowed with the intensity of intent as he tried to locate the alpha in the sea of the other pack.His pack had fought bravely. The war had been going on for days, with more and more soldiers dying on both sides, but Lawrence had been following the same tactic non-stop.He felt in his bones that the end was nigh and there was only one more job for him to do. Still standing was Luke, his opponent, the villain behind all of this. He could note him from the other end of the field commanding his best men, all
Still, Lawrence hobbled through the camp, his bones protesting the fatigue of confrontation.It is in every step that a reminder of violation screams at him, and even the physical pain is less than the weight in his chest. He was a desperate man with the faces of his fallen warriors burned into his mind. The war was over but winning a war had demands from its victors.There was wincing of the injured and low voices of attendants to the wounded in the camp. Their lights showed red on the night as the few remaining burned the area covered with blood. Lawrence’s second in command, stood in front of him frowning.“Alpha,” He said using a low tone. "We've gathered the bodies. There are… something the company has lost later than we estimated.”Lawrence narrowed his eyes, gritting through the words that tumbled from his lips as he stared out at the camp. The smell that everyone was decaying, fear was visible in the eyes of his species, and the pain in his comrades’ bodies were things he wa
Even with the sunshine streaming through the window illuminating the tiles, the hospital room appeared to be freezing.Camilla laid her back on the thin pillows behind her, feeling self-conscious in the poorly woven hospital gown.Her arms were rendered immobile to her body by the metal cuffs whose edges had been tenderising her skin. The sound of chains rattled softly as she moved, trying to get into a position that was not too cramped within the confines.However, her focus was nowhere near her physical discomfort. She was exonerated for poisoning Bella's son.However, her suffering was not finished. Bella’s schemes had left emotional as well as physical scars on her.Camilla hadn’t finished the struggle, however. Her name remained sullied, and there were people in the pack, and even more so in the elders, who were not ready to absolve her.They wanted her to be put away until everyone was sure that there was nothing to be apprehensive about. Lawrence was trying to resist but it was
The sound of machines in the hospital filled the room where Camilla was, still a bit weak but recuperating.She was connected to an IV and had her wrists bandaged due to the straps that had restrained her to the bed—reminders of the fact, that needless to say, she was still considered a criminal and a patient at the same time.The grey hospital gown had been too oversized for her body. There was no mistaking the patience strength in her eyes, the vividness of life that once inhabited her can only be remembered.But Lawrence transcended. He stood next to her bed with his broad shoulders drooping, bloodshot eyes bearing the evidence of sleepless nights.His hand was just above hers, wanting to hold her hand but scared at the prospect of hurting her more.The vow he made to her was that he would bring her justice and that was one vow he would keep. But being here in this common room, looking at her wasting away from a fictitious story, every single second was a shame that he could not es
The heavy door of the female prison traced a long sound down the dark corridor.Camilla sat on the hard, cold mattress, looking at the wall in search of the clusters in it.She had become used to this solitary confinement, this waiting that went for hours in this agonisingly silent place, to the thinking that after all her efforts, it was Bella’s betrayal that would ruin her.Yet deep down, it was not only fear. There was something else. Lawrence was on the warpath. He had sworn an oath to resolve the matter and extricate her from this predicament.There was no option but to endure. However, the fear about the impending threat that had been increasing over the past few days would not go away, even if Camilla wanted it to.The other female prisoners had started to gossip about something different. They would look at her sometimes with suspicion; now, that look seemed more calculated. The security men, too appeared sharper, more alert. Something was in the offing. She could sense it.As
Bella paced around her hospital room and attempted to bite the urge to panic that was building up in her system.She was in the bathroom of Frank's room thinking of how Lawrence had approached her that morning.Frank, on the other side, was not helping her, as he was clenching his jaw, making it difficult for her to ignore the tension building up in her chest.Things were going south, and the efforts of the lawyer representing Lawrence were making the situation worse every moment.She had thought that she could turn the tables—contain the situation the way she always did. Lawrence’s doggedness in wanting to lick Camilla’s accusation clean even the further it was from her was slowly but surely tearing her apart.The lawyer was a brilliant and unbending executioner who had been pricking her for weeks.Bella had not taken him very seriously, as she thought that he would eventually give up on finding any truth. But she did not expect this level of meticulousness. He was starting to dig up
Lawrence perched himself on the edge of the hospital bed, his fingers playing a drumroll along the cold metallic edge. He was cosy in deep thoughts, yet his brain was tyranny, struck with several thoughts at the same time. The young boy who was his child, was unconscious in the hospital, and so many devices were attached to his tiny form. Every beep, every breath, was painful to hear, breaking the heavy silence in the room, indicating the seriousness of the matter.Moreover, there had been additional problems concerning Frank which even the doctors could not explain. The only plausible explanation had been the poison theory up until that point. At least until the head researcher on Frank's case, Dr Nolan had wanted to speak to him privately.Embarrassingly enough, every sensation caused in him was mixed with tension. The chilling thought of Camilla tortured him. She was in a prison cell, waiting for her turn to be acquitted of the charges of poisoning Frank. It had all been Bella’s tr
At the moment her heels clicked on the ground, and the enormous boughs of metal gates crashed behind her, panic coursed through Camilla. The implacable ambience of the barricade encased her in a thick layer of mist.She heard her footsteps bouncing off the walls in the long stretch that had steel-barred cells on all sides. The other occupant who was being brought in looked at her with a fierce intensity that signalled annoyed, hollow, and accusing silence.The door was opened by the guards and she made to come in. Camilla avoided eye contact with her because she looked like trouble.Hours passed, and she was still hearing them constantly bickering about her poisoning a child.She had to remind herself that this was not true. It was a horrible fiction, one that she found herself accusatory burning into the present time because of Bella's machinations.For having allegedly attempted to poison Bella's child, Camilla had lost her freedom and her self-respect.Now, stuck in the exhausted ex
At the moment her heels clicked on the ground, and the enormous boughs of metal gates crashed behind her, panic coursed through Camilla. The implacable ambience of the barricade encased her in a thick layer of mist.She heard her footsteps bouncing off the walls in the long stretch that had steel-barred cells on all sides. The other occupant who was being brought in looked at her with a fierce intensity that signalled annoyed, hollow, and accusing silence.The door was opened by the guards and she made to come in. Camilla avoided eye contact with her because she looked like trouble.Hours passed, and she was still hearing them constantly bickering about her poisoning a child.She had to remind herself that this was not true. It was a horrible fiction, one that she found herself accusatory burning into the present time because of Bella's machinations.For having allegedly attempted to poison Bella's child, Camilla had lost her freedom and her self-respect.Now, stuck in the exhausted e
Camilla was in prison. How could all this have happened so fast? First, it was that room where they interrogated her, and the next thing she knew, she landed in a cell.It still couldn't fully get into her head what had happened. It was like an Andy Warhol painting facade of surrealness that would eventually take the form of reality when she was out of it with her sanity intact.A moment before, Camilla had stood in front of the door to her cell as it creaked open under the command of the guard's key.The guard himself didn't say a word.Once she was inside, the heavy door slammed shut with a loud click.Saying nothing, he turned and walked away. If her cell was an inch shorter, she wouldn't be able to stand in it. The only furniture was a steel toilet, while the only lighting came from one window made of thick iron.Camilla sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. She did not cry. Lawrence would rescue her; he had to do that. He had promised her thus.Hours had passed after
Camilla sat on the chair where she was left alone after Lawrence had gone. She could hear the guards talking from the other side. But the only thing that came to her mind was how all of these happened. It was just a beautiful morning, in less than twenty-four, and she was accused of murder. A child murder.The accusation against her was so sudden that she had no idea what was going on. “Poison?” The word left her mouth and she thought of how she could even get a hold of one“Poisoning a child?”It was unimaginable to her.Yet, here she was. In jail. Accused of something so despicable. It made her feel sick.She rubbed her hands all over her face trying to breathe. Everything wasn't going her way at all.“Who?” she whispered. . “Who could have possibly done this?”She racked her brain, thinking of every moment leading up to the incident. He was fine. Then she served him his food along with Gia and George. He began to have a seizure.She knew she was in big trouble. Everything seemed