Blake's POVThe night enveloped me in its chilly embrace, casting an eerie silence over the surroundings. Above, the sky displayed a haunting hue of red, as though symbolizing the spilled blood that tainted the world. I found myself seated at my office table, where an overwhelming sense of emptiness permeated my being since Chloe's departure. Deep inside, I felt lifeless, my body moving mechanically to fulfill its duties while my soul remained lost, and my heart hollow.The purpose that once fueled my existence, embodied by Chloe and our lost child, had vanished without a trace. I believed that nothing could stir me from this state of desolation, until Arthur burst into the room, his eyes filled with a hint of panic. In that moment, my unmoved heart began to race with an unexpected surge of emotions.Something had gone terribly wrong. With a sense of foreboding, I inquired, "What happened?""Blake... there's some bad news," Arthur hurriedly replied, his words hanging in the tense air.
Blake's POVFive years have elapsed, marking a significant period of transformation within the werewolf realm. During this relatively brief timeframe, two pivotal events unfolded, forever altering the fabric of the werewolf world.First and foremost, a formidable alliance materialized, spearheaded by the Blood Hound Pack, which compelled other packs to join its ranks and extend support.Failure to comply with this coercive demand meant certain annihilation, as witnessed with the tragic fate of the Red Moon Pack. Fear gripped the hearts of all, leaving them with no choice but to acquiesce and join the formidable alliance.The second event that reverberated across the werewolf domain was the sudden disappearance of two prominent packs, the Red Moon Pack and the Silver Pack.The entire werewolf community was aware that the Alliance had obliterated the Red Moon Pack, leaving no trace of its existence. However, the enigma surrounding the Silver Pack's vanishing perplexed all. Speculations
Blake's POVFive years have gone by, and a lot has changed. Some of the changes were painful, and I wish they hadn't happened. But there were also good things that made life easier.I looked at a young boy who was holding onto my legs. He was just two years old, with dark wavy hair and big bright eyes, looking a lot like me. He seemed to be my son, even though I might appear stern at times, a smile couldn't help but creep onto my face."What are you doing here, Arlan?" I asked the little boy, who was smiling and giggling."I came to play!" he said, wanting me to lift him up. I couldn't resist and carried him in my arms."It's still morning, why do you want to play already?" I teased him, and he pouted in response."Oh? Don't tell me you ran away from your mother?" I continued to tease him. The little boy's pout turned deeper as he looked at me with puppy eyes. My heart almost melted, but I ignored it and told him with a strict voice, "So you did." "Why don't you go back to your mother
Chloe's POVI cautiously surveyed my surroundings, my eyes struggling to pierce through the impenetrable darkness accentuated by the torrential downpour. The heavy rain obscured visibility to near-zero levels, creating an ideal atmosphere for concealment. Above, the tumultuous sky roared with thunder and dazzling flashes of lightning, further intensifying the ominous ambiance.In the midst of this, a voice expressed frustration, breaking the tense silence. It was Vanessa, her face adorned with annoyance as she battled the raindrops splashing on her skin. Curious, I discreetly glanced at her, raising an eyebrow in response to her mood."I'm grateful for this relentless downpour because it shields us from those bastards from the Blood Hound Pack," Vanessa vented her irritation, "But if it keeps up like this, we'll be stuck here too. Spending the night in the woods doesn't really appeal to me."I weighed her words for a moment before offering a suggestion, "You can head back home first
Chloe's POVOur refuge, concealed within the verdant expanse of Dalrion's lush forest in the northern suburb, became our sanctuary for the next five years. As we grappled with the remnants of our once-thriving Red Moon Pack, our paramount objective was clear – to avenge our fallen kin and reclaim our lost territory.Since my father, the former alpha, passed away, we, the remaining members of the pack, came together, resolute and unwavering in our determination to achieve our common purpose. With the forest's dense canopy offering us the protection we needed, we tirelessly trained and persevered in our mission to rebuild our shattered pack.Drawing upon our expertise in poison-making, we skillfully concocted a myriad of medications and potent poisons. These elixirs not only enhanced our speed and strength but also fortified our resolve to emerge victorious. Throughout the grueling struggles and sacrifices we endured, we transformed ourselves, growing stronger with every trial and tribu
Blake 's POV"Kain is absolutely furious," Arthur reported with a malicious grin stretching across his face."Our spy conveyed that the assassination was executed swiftly and with utmost stealth. The wretched Blood Hound bastards remained oblivious to the attack until the next morning," he added."The assassins cunningly left behind no trace except for the dagger lodged in that despicable man's heart. As a result, every pack that had sworn allegiance to the accursed Kain is now frantically denying any involvement. The situation is delightfully chaotic," Arthur explained, his eyes betraying a cold and calculating demeanor.In a dimly lit room, the atmosphere was tense, charged with both anticipation and concern. Arthur's malicious grin dominated his face as he recounted the swift and stealthy assassination, relishing the chaos it had caused. His cold and calculating eyes betrayed the satisfaction he derived from the disaster that befell our enemy.Carrie, seated before Arthur, frowned
Blake's POVA strange emotion in my heart appeared the moment I entered the town. The town was small, unpopulated, and an impoverished place nestled in the middle of the lush forest that stretched as far as the eyes could see, making the quietness almost palpable. The main street, which seemed more like a dusty path, was lined with dilapidated buildings.I walked for a couple of minutes and barely saw the humans. Although I could feel their presence, most of them were hiding, obviously cautious and keeping their distance from an outsider like me. Everywhere I went, I felt eyes directed towards me, guarding and watching my every move. Just one look at the place and I knew why a secret group decided to hide in this place. This group was well aware that the residents would notice their arrival. But due to their weary and close nature, it would take a long time before words about their existence would come to the outsiders’ ears. I pulled my hat down and continued aimlessly walking. Tha
Chloe's POV"There were three of them. They were being stealthy and tried to mingle with the locals. Actually, they were pretty skilled. If not for our barriers, we wouldn't notice them." Allan gave his report before sending me a glance. We were in my office, at the cabin where I live in the middle of the woods. Right after discovering the presence of the three werewolves in the town, I immediately sent Allan to investigate. "But before I could arrive at the town, for some reason, the three of them suddenly turned around and left…" Allan uttered his concern, a thread of worry woven into his voice."This place is pretty hidden… We have never been discovered before. Alpha, could it be that we were followed when we were returning from the previous assassination?" He was trying to look calm, but he could not see the concern and anxiety in his eyes.I met Allan's straightforward gaze. All of us have changed, and that includes Allan. He has always been an excellent head sentinel in the p