Back at the woods, Arnold's grip tightened on his bowstrings as his jaw clenched in extreme anger. The monster who had taken his daughter away from him was standing before him, gloating and challenging him to a fight. Just as he fixed his piercing gaze at the massive dark wolf that loomed before him, ready to attack, Clark's phone began to ring, its tone disrupting the tension in the atmosphere. His eyes narrowed to Clark as he took it out from his jacket and glanced at the screen. His eyes widened, and Arnold became curious, but whatever it was definitely had to wait. He was eager to embark on the fight at hand, which was much more important. Aaron however, couldn't help but question the shocked look on Clark's face, “What is it!?” He queried, his eyes fixated on Clark's raised brows.Clark looked at his father, then at Aaron, “It’s Mother,” he revealed, “She says Kimberly has escaped,” his voice heavy with a mixture of worry and anger. Nicholas revealed his sharp fangs as his li
Kimberly's eyelid split open to find herself lying by the roadside, stark naked. Shocked and befuddled, she groggily picked herself from the gravel, shuddering from the early morning cold breeze, her pale skin prickling with goosebumps.As the panic set in, her droopy eyes scoured her surroundings, searching for any clue as to how she got there. She raised her head to the signboard that stood above her. Squinting her eyes, the signboard read, “Goodbye from Lunadelephia!” The message seemed to glare at her as if mocking her with her growing unease.She widened her eyes and gasped in disbelief. “How…?” She asked inwardly, her mind racing with questions. In a desperate attempt to cover up her nudity, she crossed her arm around her breast with one hand, and shielded her lower body with the other, hoping the improv would serve as a temporary substitute for clothing in the time being.With an awkward gait, Kimberly began to step forward, her eyes fixed intently on the horizon. They continu
At the Silversmith hunters' HQ, Dr. Miranda, the Silversmith family doctor, passed the curved needle under Arnold's thick skin with precision.The grizzled hunter neither flinched nor winced in pain, as he was used to getting injured in the battlefield and was known for his rugged endurance.“Aren't you done yet?” Arnold asked, his stern voice highlighting a hint of impatience. He fixed his eyes on the relaxed doctor's hands, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity etched on his face.“Almost,” Dr. Miranda replied coolly, her expression serene, despite the grotesque wound on her patient’s chest. Without a hint of haste or urgency, her hands moved with practiced efficiency, deliberately gliding the needle into Arnold's chest, with a calm and focused intensity. Dr. Miranda knew the true family's profession, so she had long grown accustomed to the brutal injuries that came with the Hunters' profession. Ever since she was eighteen, she had learnt to tend to their wounds and had been stitch
Sheila sauntered into Nicholas’s deluxe formal living-room, her amber eyes taking in the delightful sight of the opulent furniture, wine bar and the glistening fireplace below it, all in a grey-dark color tone.Nicholas sat in a regal pose on his grey sofa, his long legs crossed, his aura filling the air with an unchallengeable sense of power, sophistication and subtle arrogance. His expression confident but unyielding.His strong masculine grip wrapped around the champagne glass as he twirled it around. His eyes fixated at the fireplace before him, the soft glow of the fire casting a warm golden light across his chiseled features.He wore a pitch-black shirt, neatly folded to the elbow, and a charcoal-grey tailored trousers, the combo exuding wealth and respect. Beyond being an Alpha, Nicholas's wealth wasn't only generational, but was accumulated through his hard work and strategic business mindset.The wound Sheila last saw that deeply gashed his face had completely disappeared, sh
With furrowed brows, Sheila exclaimed, “I've never heard him spew such nonsense!” Her eyes fixated at the ceiling up above the bed on which she lay, her mind still reeling from the conversation with Nicholas. She complained nonstop, as she lay absentminded from the “handsome stud” going down on her.“I mean, how sure is he that she could take out the whole family? Only by glancing at her, you could tell that she is barely capable of handling a rat!” Sheila hurled.“Why not just kill her and make sure she stays dead? That what he's always wanted to do for fuc#’s sake!” Indignation evident in her tone.“Since when has Nicholas gone soft!? How hard was it to kill a measly, sickly, teenage girl!?” So was disappointment.As she continued her venting, the only response she got was the moaning and flicking sounds that came from the man’s mouth as he held her laps apart.“If the plan had nothing to do with tampering with my position in the pack, I'd have loved it. But it does! Making her his
As soon as Sheila finished with her boy toy and had him dismissed, she began preparing to set her plan in motion, behind Nicholas's back.She walked into her closet and approached her gigantic vanity mirror, her mind pondering on how to create the perfect disguise as a timid and believable high school teenager.Opening up her makeup drawer, Sheila skillfully applied a tad bit of smokey-eye eyeshadow on her eyelids, and then pink gloss on her lips. Then she proceeded with her long black hair and styled it in a disheveled ponytail. She then put on a pair of tight blue jeans, white collared shirt and then threw on a grey sweatshirt. An outfit completely different from her day to day leather and sexually provocative attire.As Sheila gazed at her reflection in the mirror, fully satisfied with her transformation, her lips widened in a malevolent smile. The new look only made her look younger, prettier, innocent and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the cunning and manipulative person she tr
Madison left the school premises with Sheila, heading to the Police station to provide Sheila's testimony and evidence, as instructed by Madison's father.They both confidently strode into the busy station, their stride confident and faces set in determination.Stepping into the empty elevator which would whisk them up to her father's office floor, Madison glanced at Sheila, her eyes clouded with doubt.“Tell me the truth,” Madison started, her gaze fixed ahead as she talked to Sheila. “What truth?” Sheila replied, her tone neutral, but her eyes wary of what else she wanted to know. The question had caught her off guard. She thought she'd convinced her enough of her intentions.“The truth about who you are.” Madison stated without looking at her, her face and tone stern. “The truth about why you're doing this.”“I don't get what you mean.” Sheila replied defensively, her tone low, “I told you, I want justice for Jordan.”“You must think I'm stupid, don't you? I know you were never f
“What do you mean, alive?” Sheila finally broke from her frozen state. “That piece of shit survived!?” She exclaimed in her thoughts, while trying to mask her vexation with furrowed brows that indicated perplexity.“You don't seem too happy about it,” Agent Salts inputs as he interrupted her thoughts, leaning back against the wall at the edge of the room.“What?! Dad, this is great news! I'm just so surprised because I saw him…” Madison trailed off in mixed excitement as her father interrupted.“Not you. Your friend.” Agent Salts narrowed his gaze at Sheila, who was seated with her fingers intertwined on the table. All the eyes in the room, including Madison's, fell on her as she sat in awkward silence.Sheila uttered deliberately, “I'm happy Jordan survived. I'm just a little bit shaken up and surprised, that's all,” her tone unsteady.But she quickly recomposed herself, “My God, Maddy, Jordan is Alive!” She exclaimed as she turned to Madison, her eyes gleaming with forced excitemen
The night of the full moon was ablaze with magic and love. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sky was painted with hues of crimson and gold. It was the perfect night for a wedding, and Kimberly and Nicholas were ready to seal their love forever.Clark, with a warm smile, led Kimberly to the altar, where Nicholas awaited her. The ceremony was a beautiful blend of human and werewolf traditions, with the binding of the treaty being celebrated simultaneously. Aaron stood by Clark's side, a symbol of their newfound peace and unity.As Kimberly and Nicholas exchanged their vows, the full moon rose high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the gathering. The pack, a sea of familiar faces, watched with tears in their eyes as their beloved alpha and luna-to-be promised to love and cherish each other.With a final pronouncement, Kimberly and Nicholas were declared husband and wife. The pack erupted in cheers and applause as the newlyweds shared a tender kiss
Kimberly, still wailing on the ground, caught sight of Nicholas going about his killing spree, now about to kill her brothers, Clark and Aaron. "No!" She screamed, her voice hoarse from crying. "Enough! Please!" She begged, scrambling to her feet and rushing towards Nicholas.Reluctantly, Nicholas turned to look at her, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What's wrong, Kimberly?" he asked, his voice still laced with the fury of his bloodshed."Enough of the killing!" Kimberly pleaded, grabbing his arm and holding him back. "Enough of this unending war, this carnage, and massacre! We've lost so much already!" She looked at Clark and Aaron, her eyes welling up with tears. "My father, Levi... how many more lives must we lose?"Nicholas's expression softened, and he looked at Clark and Aaron, who cowered in fear. "You want me to spare them?" he asked Kimberly.Kimberly nodded vigorously. "Yes, please. I want us to end this war, to find peace. We can't keep living like this, always looking o
Arnold, Rebecca, and Aaron sat huddled and bound together with chains, their eyes fixed on Kimberly, Levi, and Nicholas, who stood before them with the remaining two werewolves. Arnold's gaze darted around the room, his eyes widening in agitation as he realized Clark was missing."Where's Clark?" he demanded, his voice rising. "What have you done to my son?"Kimberly's expression remained calm, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Calm down, Arnold, he's fine. He'll probably join us soon."Arnold's face reddened with anger, he leaned forward saying; "We spoilt you too much, look at you calling me by my first name. Spoilt brat." He spat.Kimberly's eyes sparkled with amusement as she turned her back on them, focusing on Nicholas, who lay injured and breathing heavily on the ground. "Oh, would you rather I called you Father? Daddy? Papa?" She chuckled dryly, her voice laced with mockery.As she tended to Nicholas, her voice softened, and she whispered quietly, "You're okay, you're okay," r
With a sinister sneer, Kimberly raised her hands, and her fingers danced in the air, weaving intricate signs that shimmered with a malevolent glow. Her voice was low and hypnotic, chanting enchanting words in ancient languages that sent shivers down the spines of the Silversmiths. The air seemed to vibrate with dark energy, and the three werewolves within the magical bubbles instantly vanished from sight, leaving the Silversmiths stunned, confused, and disoriented."Just tie them up, I'll let Nicholas decide what to do with them," Kimberly instructed in English, her voice dripping with malice. The Silversmiths exchanged fearful glances, knowing they were being hunted.As the magical bubbles dissipated, the Silversmiths launched a frantic barrage of bullets and arrows, firing wildly into the air. Clark, Arnold, Aaron, and Rebecca unleashed a hail of projectiles, but they kept missing their targets, as if the werewolves were phantoms.Suddenly, Arnold yelped in pain and vanished into th
The hours ticked by quickly as Kimberly meticulously outlined the plan to rescue Nicholas and Levi. Her eyes scanned the room, meeting the gaze of each werewolf as she spoke. "I know the layout of the Silversmith's house," she reminded them. "I was once their captive, and I know exactly where they'll be keeping Nicholas.”The werewolves listened intently, their faces set with determination. They were ready to put an end to the Silversmith hunters once and for all.With the plan in place, the group set out, their movements swift and silent. After a two-hour drive in their various cars, they reach the heart of town, where the Silversmith residence was located. As they approached the Silversmith house, Kimberly's heart pounded in her chest. The moment they stormed the crossed over the fence, the alarm system blared to life, and the sound of gunfire echoed through the air. Men dressed in black, armed with silver arrows and guns, poured out of the house, firing at the werewolves.The batt
What was thought to be a week's training, turned out to be a 72 hours non-stop training for Kimberly. Given her unyielding determination and resolve, she worked so hard until swift transformation became nothing short of remarkable. Under Hannah's guidance, she harnessed and possessed incredible power, her magic growing exponentially with each passing hour with and with each passing practice. Hannah took great delight in teaching Kimberly, who proved to be a fast and eager learner.As the hours turned into days, Kimberly's abilities continued to astound Hannah. She demonstrated a natural affinity for magic, mastering complex spells with ease. Her powers were raw, yet refined, and Hannah found herself intrigued by the depth of Kimberly's potential.Their training sessions were intense, with Kimberly pushing herself to the limit. She practiced tirelessly, honing her skills and perfecting her technique. Hannah watched with pride, knowing that Kimberly was destined for greatness.Finally,
The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and despair. Nicholas and Levi hung limply from the cold stone walls, their bodies battered and bruised. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the very darkness itself was closing in on them.Nicholas's eyes, once filled with an aura that commanded respect, now seemed dull and lifeless. His body was covered in lacerations, his skin torn and bleeding. He could feel a searing pain at two points in his back, it felt like they were two giant needles embedded in his skin. Levi, on the other hand, seemed to be in slightly better shape, but his eyes told a different story. They were sunken, his gaze weary from the pain and exhaustion.The sound of footsteps echoed through the dungeon, growing louder with each passing moment. The atmosphere seemed to grow colder, the air thickening with an ominous presence. Rebecca descended the stairs, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity."Welcome to your
Kimberly's instincts had guided her to Anavrin, a place she had never been before, yet somehow felt an inexplicable connection to. She had left behind the carnage and heartbreak, her mind reeling with questions and emotions. The train ride had been a blur, her thoughts consumed by the events that had transpired.As she stepped off the train and onto the platform, Kimberly felt an eerie sense of familiarity. She followed her instincts, navigating the streets of Anavrin with an uncanny sense of direction. The houses seemed to blend together, yet she knew exactly which path to take.Finally, she arrived at a cozy little cottage, smoke drifting lazily from the chimney. An elderly woman with kind eyes and a friendly smile greeted her at the door. "Welcome, child," she said, her voice so warm. "I've been waiting for you.”“Why?” Kimberly blurted out, her brows furrowed.“My name is Hannah, and I'm your grandmother." She said, her facial expression and stance inviting.Kimberly's eyes widene
The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of aggression. Kimberly's eyes snapped wide, her heart racing as she stood frozen, her gaze locked on the figure beyond Levi's broad shoulders. Levi's hands were splayed, his fingers curled into claws, ready to defend his daughter. "Step away from her, old man," Jack sneered, his voice dripping with malice, narrowing his eyes at Levi.Kimberly's eyes narrowed, her face twisted in a mixture of shock and outrage. "Jack!" she thundered, her voice echoing off the walls. "What do you think you're doing?""We're here to bring you back with us." Jack replied, his expression innocence personified, but Kimberly wasn't buying it. "We're to bring you back to your family, where you belong," he said, his voice smooth as silk."Where I belong?" Kimberly scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea where I belong. Go back and tell Nicholas that I'm done with him. And he should never send more men after me." Her voice was rigid, leavi