The cool evening air enveloped Clark as he emerged from the pub, his eyes scanning the crowded street for any sign of Sheila. The neon lights of the nearby shops and restaurants cast a kaleidoscope of colors on the wet pavement, but Clark's gaze remained fixed on the dark-haired woman who had captivated his attention and left him hanging, reeling.He spotted her a short distance away, her dark hair standing out amidst the sea of people. With a determined stride, Clark set off after her, his long legs eating up the distance between them. As he approached her, he noticed the sleek black Lexus car she was standing beside, its polished surface reflecting the neon lights of the surrounding buildings. And Clark just had to know the girl's got money too."Wait, Violet!" Clark called out, using the name she had given him earlier. Sheila turned to face him, her eyes narrowing slightly as he approached. "Tell me more," Clark demanded, his voice low and urgent. Not only was he intrigued, he was
Still in the garage.Clark slid down the car, his eyes fixed on Sheila's retreating back as he chased after her. But before he could reach her, Sheila had already pulled out the wolfsbane and blew it into the air. The fine powder dispersed quickly, enveloping the supposed Nicholas in a cloud of noxious particles.The man's reaction was immediate and intense. He started coughing painfully, his body doubling over as he clutched his chest and ribs. His briefcase slipped from his grasp, hitting the ground with a loud thud. Clark's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of what he was seeing.But before he could process the scene further, a very familiar black sedan drove into the garage, its tires screeching softly on the polished floor. The car started driving towards them, its headlights casting an eerie glow over the scene. Clark's instincts went on high alert, his senses screaming at him to be cautious. Something didn't feel right.The man, thought to be Nicholas, sudden
Sheila stood over the lifeless wolf, her chest heaving with exertion as she wiped the blood off her blade with a swift, economical motion. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face Clark who had pretended to know nothing, and Aaron who had suddenly appeared in the garage. The presence of the twins, her And the wolf made her remember one of their battles in the Lightwood's forest. And she hoped Aaron, the smarter and more observant brother, doesn't expect a thing. For if he does, everything is in shambles. But for now, her amulet was working perfectly."Who the fuck are you guys?" she exclaimed, her voice sharp with suspicion as possible. Aaron, his face still pale from his close call with the wolf, threw her question right back at her. "You tell us, who the fuck are you?" he shot back, his eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.Clark walked up to the duo, his eyes fixed on Sheila's face. "She knows a lot," he said, his voice low and even. "About werewolves, about Nich
The trio departed from the garage, leaving behind the lifeless body of the werewolf. As they drove through the winding streets in their separate cars, Sheila lost in her own thoughts S mentally prepared for the task at hand. While Clark and Aaron still argued on why not and why, respectfully, stringing Violet along was a terrible idea. Finally, they arrived at the Silversmith family house, a simple but grandiose structure that seemed to loom over the surrounding landscape.Aaron and Clark exchanged a weighted glance before leading Sheila to the entrance of the house. They pushed open the door and stepped inside, their footsteps echoing off the wooden floorboards. "Mother!" Aaron called out, his voice ringing through the empty halls.But there was no response. Clark's eyes met Aaron's, a silent understanding passing between them. "She's not here," Clark said, his voice low.As they moved through the house, Sheila's eyes roved over the opulent furnishings and lavish decorations, taking
Back at Nicholas's mansion, Kimberly lay on her bed, now completely exhausted of surfing the Internet on her phone. Her mind was still consumed by that intense moment she shared with Nicholas. Despite the chaos that had been unfolding recently, her thoughts kept drifting back to the way Nicholas's touch had made her feel. The memory of her climax still sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to experience that again.As she lay there, she couldn't shake the feeling that Nicholas had been holding back. He had promised to be gentle with her, and she knew that he had been careful not to hurt her. But as she thought about it, she realized that they had both forgotten one very important thing —they were werewolves.Silly Nicholas completely forgot she was one of them, and they had a high tolerance for pain, and their bodies healed from wounds very rapidly. It was a fact that made Kimberly wonder what it would be like to truly let go and surrender
Their lips never left each other as he began walking, the world around them melting away as they lost themselves in the passion of their kiss. The air was electric with tension, their desire for each other palpable as they surrendered to the all-consuming hunger that burned between them.As Nicholas carried her through the doorway, Kimberly felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. The door closed shut behind them, enveloping them in the quiet intimacy of Nicholas's bedroom. However they got there so fast marveled Kimberly but she didn't bat an eye. After all how could she, her eyes were shut tight in that intense, hot kiss.Without breaking their kiss, Nicholas carried her to his bed, laying her down gently on the soft mattress. As they continued to kiss, their hands began to roam, undressing each other with a sense of urgency and passion.Kimberly's dress was quickly removed, followed by Nicholas's shirt and pants. Nicholas smiled delightfully seeing how she didn't
Sheila drove her car into the desolate compound of Nicholas's mansion. Her eyes narrowed as memories of the past flooded her mind. She had been betrayed by Nicholas, left to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. And the pain still lingered, fueling her desire for revenge.Her plan was intricate, with multiple layers that would take time to unravel. But she was patient, driven by a burning desire for vengeance. Yesterday's events had set the wheels in motion, and soon, Nicholas would realize that he had underestimated the woman he had wronged.Sitting in her car, Sheila's eyes gleamed with malice as she contemplated the scope of her betrayal. Joining forces with the Silversmith hunters, Nicholas's sworn enemies, was the ultimate act of treachery. She would sabotage the pack from within, sowing chaos and destruction wherever she went.For now, she would gain his trust, only to betray him when he least expected it. Kimberly, the woman Nicholas adored, would be caught in the crossfir
Later that night. At about 8:15 pm. It was the night of a full moon, a night believed to be the perfect night to create the most uncanny and formidable werewolves. Nicholas, Kimberly, and Sheila set out on the long roads of Lunadelphia, the air thick with the determination to create an army any pack or any werewolf hunter has ever seen. The army would be one that would help him eliminate all his enemies; Levi and the entire Silversmith Hunters, forever. Their first stop was the biker gang’s usual hangout spot; Mickey's pub. Nicholas regaly walked into the pub, Kimberly and Sheila trailing behind him, Sheila’s hatred hiding perfectly beneath her cloak of contrived determination to bring Nicholas's army to life. Nicholas walked straight to the bar, where a middle aged woman stood with a cranky expression, wiping clean a glass cup in her hand. Kimberly, being her first time in a pub, simply copied Sheila, who ordered a glass of vodka. Without wasting much time, Nicholas made his pre
Some nights later, the mansion was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. It was this beautiful night Sheila had decided to spend in the mansion. Given how much she'd always loved her own duplex, her own space and company, it was a tough decision for her to make, but there was a much more important aim to achieve; learn about what goes on at night, what goes down when she's not in the mansion. Learn anything that would aid her plan in taking place flawlessly. But little did Sheila know that it was a night she would regret witnessing in Nicholas’s mansion.So unlike Sheila, it was just like any other night for Kimberly and Nicholas to spend the night together in the same bed and in the same room, whether it was his, or hers. But it was mostly hers. Mostly hers because Nicholas loved hers. Her aesthetic, her lively decor and belongings, her scent that enveloped every single thing in the room. Unlike his that was devoid of colorful decor or even human emotion. Just plain shades of whit
Later that night. At about 8:15 pm. It was the night of a full moon, a night believed to be the perfect night to create the most uncanny and formidable werewolves. Nicholas, Kimberly, and Sheila set out on the long roads of Lunadelphia, the air thick with the determination to create an army any pack or any werewolf hunter has ever seen. The army would be one that would help him eliminate all his enemies; Levi and the entire Silversmith Hunters, forever. Their first stop was the biker gang’s usual hangout spot; Mickey's pub. Nicholas regaly walked into the pub, Kimberly and Sheila trailing behind him, Sheila’s hatred hiding perfectly beneath her cloak of contrived determination to bring Nicholas's army to life. Nicholas walked straight to the bar, where a middle aged woman stood with a cranky expression, wiping clean a glass cup in her hand. Kimberly, being her first time in a pub, simply copied Sheila, who ordered a glass of vodka. Without wasting much time, Nicholas made his pre
Sheila drove her car into the desolate compound of Nicholas's mansion. Her eyes narrowed as memories of the past flooded her mind. She had been betrayed by Nicholas, left to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. And the pain still lingered, fueling her desire for revenge.Her plan was intricate, with multiple layers that would take time to unravel. But she was patient, driven by a burning desire for vengeance. Yesterday's events had set the wheels in motion, and soon, Nicholas would realize that he had underestimated the woman he had wronged.Sitting in her car, Sheila's eyes gleamed with malice as she contemplated the scope of her betrayal. Joining forces with the Silversmith hunters, Nicholas's sworn enemies, was the ultimate act of treachery. She would sabotage the pack from within, sowing chaos and destruction wherever she went.For now, she would gain his trust, only to betray him when he least expected it. Kimberly, the woman Nicholas adored, would be caught in the crossfir
Their lips never left each other as he began walking, the world around them melting away as they lost themselves in the passion of their kiss. The air was electric with tension, their desire for each other palpable as they surrendered to the all-consuming hunger that burned between them.As Nicholas carried her through the doorway, Kimberly felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. The door closed shut behind them, enveloping them in the quiet intimacy of Nicholas's bedroom. However they got there so fast marveled Kimberly but she didn't bat an eye. After all how could she, her eyes were shut tight in that intense, hot kiss.Without breaking their kiss, Nicholas carried her to his bed, laying her down gently on the soft mattress. As they continued to kiss, their hands began to roam, undressing each other with a sense of urgency and passion.Kimberly's dress was quickly removed, followed by Nicholas's shirt and pants. Nicholas smiled delightfully seeing how she didn't
Back at Nicholas's mansion, Kimberly lay on her bed, now completely exhausted of surfing the Internet on her phone. Her mind was still consumed by that intense moment she shared with Nicholas. Despite the chaos that had been unfolding recently, her thoughts kept drifting back to the way Nicholas's touch had made her feel. The memory of her climax still sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to experience that again.As she lay there, she couldn't shake the feeling that Nicholas had been holding back. He had promised to be gentle with her, and she knew that he had been careful not to hurt her. But as she thought about it, she realized that they had both forgotten one very important thing —they were werewolves.Silly Nicholas completely forgot she was one of them, and they had a high tolerance for pain, and their bodies healed from wounds very rapidly. It was a fact that made Kimberly wonder what it would be like to truly let go and surrender
The trio departed from the garage, leaving behind the lifeless body of the werewolf. As they drove through the winding streets in their separate cars, Sheila lost in her own thoughts S mentally prepared for the task at hand. While Clark and Aaron still argued on why not and why, respectfully, stringing Violet along was a terrible idea. Finally, they arrived at the Silversmith family house, a simple but grandiose structure that seemed to loom over the surrounding landscape.Aaron and Clark exchanged a weighted glance before leading Sheila to the entrance of the house. They pushed open the door and stepped inside, their footsteps echoing off the wooden floorboards. "Mother!" Aaron called out, his voice ringing through the empty halls.But there was no response. Clark's eyes met Aaron's, a silent understanding passing between them. "She's not here," Clark said, his voice low.As they moved through the house, Sheila's eyes roved over the opulent furnishings and lavish decorations, taking
Sheila stood over the lifeless wolf, her chest heaving with exertion as she wiped the blood off her blade with a swift, economical motion. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face Clark who had pretended to know nothing, and Aaron who had suddenly appeared in the garage. The presence of the twins, her And the wolf made her remember one of their battles in the Lightwood's forest. And she hoped Aaron, the smarter and more observant brother, doesn't expect a thing. For if he does, everything is in shambles. But for now, her amulet was working perfectly."Who the fuck are you guys?" she exclaimed, her voice sharp with suspicion as possible. Aaron, his face still pale from his close call with the wolf, threw her question right back at her. "You tell us, who the fuck are you?" he shot back, his eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.Clark walked up to the duo, his eyes fixed on Sheila's face. "She knows a lot," he said, his voice low and even. "About werewolves, about Nich
Still in the garage.Clark slid down the car, his eyes fixed on Sheila's retreating back as he chased after her. But before he could reach her, Sheila had already pulled out the wolfsbane and blew it into the air. The fine powder dispersed quickly, enveloping the supposed Nicholas in a cloud of noxious particles.The man's reaction was immediate and intense. He started coughing painfully, his body doubling over as he clutched his chest and ribs. His briefcase slipped from his grasp, hitting the ground with a loud thud. Clark's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of what he was seeing.But before he could process the scene further, a very familiar black sedan drove into the garage, its tires screeching softly on the polished floor. The car started driving towards them, its headlights casting an eerie glow over the scene. Clark's instincts went on high alert, his senses screaming at him to be cautious. Something didn't feel right.The man, thought to be Nicholas, sudden
The cool evening air enveloped Clark as he emerged from the pub, his eyes scanning the crowded street for any sign of Sheila. The neon lights of the nearby shops and restaurants cast a kaleidoscope of colors on the wet pavement, but Clark's gaze remained fixed on the dark-haired woman who had captivated his attention and left him hanging, reeling.He spotted her a short distance away, her dark hair standing out amidst the sea of people. With a determined stride, Clark set off after her, his long legs eating up the distance between them. As he approached her, he noticed the sleek black Lexus car she was standing beside, its polished surface reflecting the neon lights of the surrounding buildings. And Clark just had to know the girl's got money too."Wait, Violet!" Clark called out, using the name she had given him earlier. Sheila turned to face him, her eyes narrowing slightly as he approached. "Tell me more," Clark demanded, his voice low and urgent. Not only was he intrigued, he was