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