Meanwhile, across the town of Lunadelephia, at the Ashfield Motel, Kimberly was left utterly stunned in the cramped motel space.She deliberately turned her back to face the now shut door, and a strong wave of DéjàVu crept into her bones. Last time she was locked in a confined space was by Jordan, a boy she trusted, who was now dead — she thought. Recalling the horrific event that transpired afterwards made her shudder. Now, a receptionist, whatever her motive was, has locked her in the motel room she paid for. Her mind spiraled in a flurry of questions, but none she could figure out the answer if she didn't ask.Fear? She felt none of it, but she was indeed perplexed. All she desperately needed was a meal, a warm bath and a bed to lay her tiresome body to sleep. But it seems the whole world was against her. First, Jordan, her so-called crush, delivered her into the claws of a beast. Second, her family turned against her, and her mother attempted to kill her. And now, whomever she c
As soon as Sheila found out of the hospital location Jordan was at, she headed for it immediately. “Lunadelephia Health Facility, that's where we are going,” She firmly said to Madison who was scared and perplexed out of her mind, and Sheila reveled in it.Madison resisted the urge to ask why as she was still scarred with fear. Her heartbeat had been escalating ever since she heard that animalistic growl that emerged from Sheila's vocal cords, and the otherworldly light she saw that glowed from her eyes. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel as she struggled to keep her calm, driving in silence.A few minutes later, she arrived at the hospital. Sheila grabbed her phone, turned to face Madison, her face grave as she said,“You're gonna stay here till I come back, you hear me?” It was definitely not a question, nor a request.Madison didn't respond, she only nodded briefly, shuddering in fear. Whoever, or whatever Sheila was, she was indeed dangerous, that she had been certain of,
“BANG BANG BANG!” Came the loud knocking on the wooden door, jolting Kimberly awake from her deep slumber.Warm rays of sunlight pierced through the slightly opened small window. She stirred, realizing it was now the dawn of another day. As she sat up, her bones creaked softly, reminding her of her prolonged rest.Groggily, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting them firmly on the ground. Rubbing the sleep of her eyes, she stumbled to the door, her annoyance brewing with each step. “Who's it?!” She yelled, her irritation evident in her tone.“Room service!” Replied the stern voice that emerged from the other side of the door. The voice sounded quite familiar and Kimberly suspected it to be the motel receptionist who had locked her inside the room she paid for and vanished with the key.Without any hole on the door to look through, she just leaned against the door. “You literally locked me in here, so how about you open the door yourself!” she yelled, her frustration mo
Still holed up at the Ashfield Motel, Kimberly's mind raced with memories. She flashed back to the last time she saw a syringe - the one her mother wielded, injecting a substance that disrupted her system. The memory ignited a firestorm of panic and rage within her.“Get that away from me!” Kimberly spat at the receptionist, her eyes fixed on the syringe held mid-air.The receptionist, seemingly unfazed, nodded to the man beside her. “Hold her firmly,” she instructed, her voice firm and detached.The man stepped forward, his menacing gaze locked onto Kimberly, his eyes cold and unyielding. His presence seemed to shrink the space around her, making her feel trapped and vulnerable.In a swift and brutal motion, he seized Kimberly and shoved her into the room, making her stumble backward. Before she could regain her balance, he grasped her by both arms, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he held her in a strong grip. Kimberly struggled to break free, but his hold was unyielding.
At about 2:00 pm, The twins, Clark and Aaron soon arrived at the border of their town, Lunadelephia. Their eyes scoured the vicinity in silence as they proceeded to step down from their car. “Bob said the body was found in the woods on the left-hand side of the road, when coming from our direction.” Clark said to Aaron, his hand outstretched, pointing towards the dense forest on their left.With a shared nod, Clark grabbed a bag that contained investigation tools and they both ventured into the woods, their movements swift and purposeful.Aaron gazed into the woods, where yellow tape cut through the trees, marking off the spot where the body was found. In a deliberate manner, their eyes scanned the gravel, carefully searching for signs of car tracks or other clues that could lead to their discovery.“I’ve got something!” Aaron called out, his firm tone cutting through the breezy silence, as his eyes settled on the dark brown blood stains etched into the gravel. “It leads into the woo
Back at Nicholas's mansion, Sheila was still seated on his sofa, still reeling from the heart wrenching conversation she had with him.She sat in his dimly-lit formal living room, alone, angry and utterly devastated. Her fist clenched with brewing anger, her nails digging into her palm while the rest of her body appeared motionless. The room was shrouded with silence, the only sound being the soft crackling of flames dancing in the fireplace.Sheila's heart burned and beat faster with hurt and seething anger, ever since Nicholas's harsh words cut through her heart like a knife. His threat to destroy her, reducing her to nothing like an Omega, seemed like the worst kind of betrayal.She was blindsided by Nicholas’s furious outburst. She expected him to be displeased for disobeying him, but not so displeased to threaten her and make her feel worthless. She had thought he would eventually be glad by her victory in rendering Kimberly a criminal and disgracing her family. But instead, he
Few hours to midnight, the restless twins huddled in their first-floor motel room, situated opposite the reception, planning their next move. Clark's face was set in a grim mask as he checked his gun chamber and cocked the gun. “There’s too much fishy stuff going on with this motel,” he began, his voice low and urgent.Aaron nodded in agreement. “The receptionist herself must be hiding something, she too seems fishy.” He concurred, mirroring Clark's actions with his own gun. “It's an old, functional but deserted motel, the first motel in miles and I'm sure there isn't another one for another five miles from here. How is there a motel staff with zero occupant? It doesn't add up.” Aaron added, a hint of skepticism dripping from his tone. “And why hasn't she even closed for the day? There are no guests, or is she waiting for one?”Clark exhaled deeply, his brows furrowing in suspicion. “We searched all 20 rooms, but what if we missed something? What if she showed us only what she want
“I see you found Fiona,” The receptionist spoke coldly, a subtle sly smile escaping her lips as she broke the brief tense silence that shrouded the whole room.Instantly, Clark and Aaron simultaneously raised their guns and pointed them at the woman. “Put your hands where I can see them,” Clark commanded, his tone and expression utterly austere. Meanwhile, Fiona all but shrunk behind Aaron, her panic intensifying as she gripped him by the arm. “It’s her!” She exclaimed softly. “She was the one who drugged me and kept me here, saying I must stay if I ever want to find my sister again.” She added, her voice quivering with dismay.Fiona's utterance amplified Clark's anger. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding in utmost scorn, as his finger tightened around the trigger. With the gun pointed directly at the receptionist’s forehead, he moved a step closer. “Is that true?” He demanded, his tone icy cold and menacing.The receptionist's response was a malicious subtle smirk, as she gazed into Cl
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