"If he doesn’t have any useful information, he won’t be leaving this tent with his head still on his neck," Luke declared, his voice as cold and unyielding as the steely gaze fixed on Lawrence.Lawrence met his stare with an equally resolute expression. "His fate is sealed, Luke. The only reason he's still breathing is because of the value he might possess." With that, Lawrence turned on his heel, heading towards the mansion, leaving Luke to march off in the opposite direction towards the elders.As Luke approached the gathered elders, the weight of his new responsibilities pressed heavily on his shoulders. Yet he stood tall, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "I have little to say, but hear me well: return to your homes, hold your families close, for war is upon us."A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, growing into a unified roar as the elders and the others repeated in one voice, "War is coming!" They dispersed slowly, each pair of footsteps echoing the gri
“I hear you’ve got some important information for us,” Luke said, his voice smooth yet laced with an underlying threat. “Why don’t you share it with us now? My ears are starving for what you’ve got.” His eyes bore into the spy, who had barely clung to life after the brutal interrogation. Though it was obvious that he still needed some medical attention.Luke had made his way to the room where the man was being kept, his pace quick and purposeful. He had just returned from the wolf soldiers' training arena, his mind still sharp and restless from the drills. But this was his true mission. He needed to extract the information before anyone else, even before Lawrence. There was no way he was going to let the pack leader get ahead of him on this, he said to himself.The plan was simple. Get the information. End the man’s life. Luke had no intention of letting a potential enemy linger in the mansion any longer than necessary. As he approached the weakened spy, a cold resolve settled over
“Speak now or forever, hold your silence. But know this—whatever consequences your silence brings to you, you alone will bear them,” Luke warned, his voice calm but laced with a deadly promise.The man hesitated, his gaze flickering with fear and resignation. He knew the weight of his decision and the price of the secrets he harbored. Finally, with a heavy breath, he spoke, his voice trembling but determined.“Our pack isn’t planning to unleash all our foot soldiers at once. We’re ready to face you, but we have a different strategy,” he revealed, each word measured as if he were navigating a minefield.Despite the pain wracking his body, the man pushed himself up on the bed, wincing as he did so. Yet he forced the words out, determined to fulfill the promise he had made, even if it meant betraying his own people. At this point, his life was what he sought to protect.“The rest of our soldiers will encircle your pack when the fight begins. Once you’re engaged, we’ll close in from all s
With Bella trailing silently behind, George moved closer to the railings on the highest floor of the mansion, unaware of the deadly intentions brewing just steps away. The view from up there was mesmerizing; the entire grandeur of the mansion lay spread before him, an architectural masterpiece that could captivate anyone who laid eyes on it.As instructed by Bella, George leaned forward to grip the railing, eager to drink in the breathtaking panorama. His eyes traced the lines of the massive portrait of their first alpha, a symbol of power and legacy that dominated the mansion’s grand hall. The golden chandeliers bathed every corner in a soft, radiant glow, making the entire place seem like a dream.But Bella’s thoughts were far from the beauty surrounding them. Her eyes darted toward the railing, calculating the precise moment and position to act. Each step she took brought her closer to her goal. She could almost feel the cold metal under her palms as she imagined shoving him over,
"We all gather here today with tremendous responsibility toward this pack. Each of you stands ready and eager to shoulder this burden and to make your mark on history. This day will be remembered, my elders, as the day we gave everything for our pack." He paused, letting his gaze sweep across the faces of the elders, ensuring his words took root before continuing, "And today, I stand with you—the guardians of this pack in spirit and in light—those who have its best interests at heart. I stand with you all."The elders rose to their feet, their cheers filling the room as they echoed the Alpha's words. The roar of their voices was a testament to the power of his speech, a surge of motivation that electrified the air and the people in the room.Luke, who had stood earlier, watched the scene unfold. Satisfaction mingled with a pang of jealousy in his heart. The pack was ready, eager for war, just as he had hoped. Yet the inspiration had come from the Alpha, not him. Nonetheless, he was d
Camilla was certain she hadn't left the door ajar, so when she heard the faint creak, she signaled Lawrence to check. He moved with the quiet grace of a predator, his senses sharp as he approached the door. As Lawrence opened it, a young man, a wolf of beta origin, stood there, his breath slightly uneven. Without a moment's hesitation, he delivered his message, “The gamma group has arrived, sir. They're ready.”Lawrence's expression remained unreadable, though inside, a flicker of annoyance sparked. He had planned to visit his army at the training arena, but the timing of this interruption soured his mood. The pleasure of his private moment with Camilla had been rudely stolen by duty.He lingered at the doorway, his mind torn between the call of responsibility and the warmth he'd just left behind. His eyes, cold as ice, locked onto the young wolf. “I’ll be there shortly,” he replied, his voice devoid of warmth, clearly communicating his displeasure.As he closed the door and turned b
Camilla’s gaze was locked on Lawrence, her attention fully consumed by his unwavering focus on the fight before him. The clash between the two men in the ring was nothing more than background noise to her, their struggle a mere blur as she watched Lawrence's intense concentration on the fight.His eyes, sharp and unyielding, remained fixed on the combatants, betraying no sign of distraction or interest in anything beyond their fierce contest.Seated amidst a crowd of children, Camilla shifted occasionally, hoping to catch Lawrence’s eye. Yet he remained oblivious to her presence, his neck motionless, his gaze unbroken. The cacophony of cheers and roars from the crowd filled the air, their voices rising and falling in a rhythmic chant that seemed to drive the fighters to greater heights of brutality. The two men in the ring were locked in a relentless struggle; each blow they exchanged met with a surge of fervor from the onlookers. Their movements were a dance of aggression, a display
The air in the room crackled with tension, thick and suffocating. Maxwell knew there was no turning back now. The men before him were strangers, their faces unfamiliar, but their intent was clear. The confrontation was inevitable.Maxwell's beta wolves flanked him, their eyes burning with anticipation, muscles coiled like springs ready to snap. Every instinct in Maxwell’s body screamed that these men were here for a fight, and his wolves were more than eager to oblige. Yet he forced himself to ask, “What do you want? “Why are you here?”The question felt almost pointless, a formality before the storm broke. Maxwell could feel the raw aggression in the air, a powder keg waiting for a spark. The leader of the intruders, a silent, imposing figure, moved closer, his eyes locked on Maxwell’s. He didn’t bother to answer, his silence more menacing than words ever could be.Maxwell hesitated. As much as he wanted to tear into these intruders, he knew better than to rush headlong into a fight