Back at Clark. As he was now left alone with the woman to interrogate and torment, he continued, his expression grave. “So this is how this is gonna go.” He began, his gun still pointed at her face.“I'll ask you three questions at once, and you're going to answer them correctly right after. But if I don't like each answer, I'll have to fire another bullet right through that same hole in your knee. Understood?” He stated, his tone resolute and menacing.The Receptionist, who was already sweating profusely and trembling from the pain in her knee joint, struggled to keep her face impassive and tone steady as she answered. “I'm just the receptionist. I know nothing.” Clark squinted his eyes and gritted his jaw in absolute anger as he aimed his gun at her knee to fire again, when the woman’s voice stopped him. “But I do know one thing," she grunted. "I know you’re not going to kill me.” She stated confidently, yet breathing raggedly. “You’re a Silversmith hunter and you would never hurt
It was once a feeling of relief that gripped Aaron's chest after he'd found his sister and carried her in his arms. But after meeting the horrid sight of Nicholas and the innocent life he'd just taken, Aaron's chest became gripped and overwhelmed with rage, burning with an unnerving sense of disdain and the desire to kill Nicholas. The whistling sound of the cool night breeze filled the air and blew everywhere. Yet, it was a hot, stinging air that brushed against his skin, as if his anger was burning off his body like hot steam. At Nicholas’s utterance, “She's mine.” Aaron's teeth clenched so hard that his veins bulged at his temples.He withdrew his blazing glare from Nicholas, and they turned soft as he gazed down on his unconscious sister, looking pale as she lay in his arms.“You ruined her life, Nicholas.” Aaron began, his tone low and heavy with foreboding dread. He slowly lifted up his head to meet Nicholas, his eyes now cold, his face hardened with unwavering scorn for the
As Clark sped down the winding dimly lit road, the twins’ relief at getting Kimberly away from Nicholas was short-lived. Suddenly, the car sputtered and swerved, tires screeching in protest. Clark’s eyes widened as he struggled with the steering wheel to maintain control.“What was that!?” Aaron yelled, bracing himself against the dashboard.“I don't know, but we're losing traction!” Clark exclaimed, his face grim.Suddenly, the car veered off the road, crashing through a makeshift barricade. The twins exchanged stunned glances as they took in the scene: a sabotaged bridge, twisted metals, broken tree branches and concrete blocking their path.Kimberly, who was still lying half asleep on the backseat, had firmly held onto the seat before her, bracing herself against falling from the swerving of the car. Once the car came to rest, she deliberately put down her legs on the car floor and sat erect, her movements unsteady. “What…what's happening?” she asked with a weak voice.Aaron turne
Fiona’s eyes widened in terror as Nicholas’s words hung in the air, his burning gaze igniting an unyielding wave of submission within her. Yet, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine as his hand remained on her neck, his touch both soothing and unsettling.“What...what do you mean?” Fiona stammered, trying to process the Alpha’s declaration.Nicholas let out a subtle but foreboding smile as he spoke coolly to her. “You are mine now, Fiona. My pack, my protection, my servant. You will do my bidding, and in return, I won't only be giving your life a purpose, but you'll also be stronger and more fierce than you could ever imagine.”Fiona gulped hard, her mind reeling as she struggled to comprehend the Alpha’s words. “No...I won't,” she whispered, a spark of defiance igniting within her.Nicholas’s jaw tightened a frown.“No?” He asked, his voice steady but icy cold. “You don't have a choice. But do not worry, you will learn.” He let go of her neck and stood above her. Looking down at
Sheila sank her fangs into Kimberly’s ankle and raced through the dense woods, her massive paws barely touching the ground as if she were running mid-air with her supernatural speed. When suddenly she abruptly slowed down and came to a halt.She unsunk her fangs from Kimberly’s limb, and Kimberly came crashing to the gravelly ground, her body brushing against the pebbles, leaves, and broken twigs on the forest ground.Ignoring Kimberly, who clutched her affected leg as she reeled from the utterly agonizing pain, Sheila narrowed her eyes, slightly jerking her head to the left. In her mind, she shut out Kimberly’s painful groans as she stood quietly, her wolf ears perking up in alertness, her amber eyes piercing past the trees and gazing clearly into the dimly lit mainroad.She stood tall in portentous silence as if listening to the wind. She mentally stifled the sounds that seemed to distract her. Sounds like the wind blowing softly against h
Few moments back, when Kimberly had bitten Aaron, unaware of the drastic harm it could cause, Clark had sprinted to his brother’s side.The utterly agonizing pain of her bite had scared the crap out of Aaron as he reeled from the torment, wheezing as the muscles in his arms constricted tightly. His eyes burned red with intense pain, and with the thought of the implications haunting him in his mind.“What have you done, Kimberly…” Clark whispered as he gazed in horror, at the macabre wound on his brother’s arm, which was already seeping black blood.It was a known fact: That the hunter's blood was completely immune to Lycanthropy, but that was not the issue in this case. The major issue was another fact of life and death —A werewolf bite was not only excruciatingly painful to Hunters, but it could also cause instant death as long as the venom from the werewolve’s fangs is coursing through the victim's blood.However, these hunters, especi
Clark stormed away, gaiting past the now empty spot he had left Aaron. He stormed back to the car, his anger simmering like a pot about to boil over. As he approached, he spotted Aaron by the side of the car, trying to get a call through the car dispatch, his face illuminated by the faint glow of Clark’s phone screen. Clark’s boots crunched on the gravel as he strode towards the driver’s seat. “That’s no longer necessary, let's go home, Aaron,” He growled, his voice low and somber.Aaron’s eyes widened in confusion as he turned to face Clark. “What do you mean? What happened?” he pressed, his voice laced with concern. “Where is Kimberly?”Clark’s face twisted in a scowl as he started the engine. “I gave her a choice, just like you wanted,” he began, his tone dripping with bitterness. “I told her to choose between our family and Nicholas …” He paused, as if replaying the event in his mind. The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of their steady breathin
Later, Clark and Aaron arrived at their house. After many minutes of pacing round the kitchen space, hesitating and contemplating on how to break the disappointing news to their formidable parents, Clark finally gulped down the last of the scotch from the glass in defeat.“We might as well just get it over with.” Aaron suggested from where he stood before the fireplace. “We did our best, but she made her choice.” His voice firm, his posture stoic, and his face impassive as it glistened by the dancing flames.“Mother didn’t ask us to give her a choice, and she most definitely didn’t ask us to do our best!” He shot back, his eyes blazing fiercely with impending rage.“Do you have any other ideas, then?” Aaron replied coolly, slowly narrowing his eyes to his brother, and then back to the fireplace.Clark didn’t respond, but fixed his gaze on the half bottle of scotch laying on the kitchen granite before him. “Fuck!” He exclaimed in deep frustration, drifting his gaze to the window.“I sh
As the dust settled, Nicholas and Levi found themselves shocked and disoriented, their eyes fixed on Kimberly with a mix of confusion and awe. With a painful groan, Levi sank his own hand into his shifted heart which was almost about to be ripped out of his chest, and he pushed it back to its original position with undeterred precision. That was the closest he'd ever been to death in his entire life, but he made sure to conceal the flicker of emotion that would have revealed it. For some unknown reasons, Kimberly had chosen to stop Nicholas, she had chosen to save Levi, and Levi was thankful for that. This reason however was subtly understood by Levi, he knew she had saved him not because she believed what he had said, it was because he knew she must be desperate for answers. And he believed that deep down in her heart, she knew that something was missing and she wanted to know what. Apparently, saving Levi's life was a one step to finding out answers—or so Levi thought. Barely re
Back then at the scene of the carnage that had unfolded before the Lightwood’s mansion. The disastrous and blood drenched battleground was a grim reminder of the atrocities committed by Levi; decimating six of Nicholas's own in cold blood. Levi, the Ultima, and ever-powerful primordial, and Nicholas, the ruthless and formidable Alpha, stood face to face, six feet from each other, their jaws clenched in unyielding determination. Their faces and clothes were battered with blood, both of their own and that of the fallen werewolves —another grim reminder of the carnage that had taken place. Their eyes blazed with a burning intensity, each one fueled by a fierce desire to take the other out, to emerge victorious in this battle of titans.And then there was Kimberly, the unseemingly powerful hybrid, whose true nature remained a mystery to all who surrounded her. She stood frozen on the mansion stairs, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief, her gaze fixed on the havoc unfolding before he
As Sheila stepped out of Hannah's front door, the warm sunlight and gentle breeze enveloped her, a stark contrast to the dark, intense emotions that was swirling within her. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool, crisp air fill her lungs, and began to make her way down the winding path that led through Hannah's beautifully manicured gardens.The vibrant flowers and lush greenery of Hannah's garden seemed to mock her, their beauty and tranquility a jarring contrast to the turmoil that raged in her heart and mind. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed out at the serene landscape, her mind still reeling from the revelations Hannah had shared.Despite her weakness and fatigue, Sheila's resolve had been reignited, her determination to destroy Kimberly burning brighter than ever. As she walked, she carefully formulated her next move, her mind racing with strategies and plans.The soft rustle of leaves and chirping of birds filled the air, a soothing melody that seemed to fuel Sheila's growing a
While Sheila was left orchestrating her next move in her mind, Hannah retreated to her sanctum, a space filled in ancient mystique. The witch room was a labyrinthine chamber, its walls lined with tall shelves that stood relentlessly under the weight of dusty tomes and mysterious artifacts. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and the flickering flames of white and red candles, which cast eerie shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, a sturdy wooden table stood, and on it was a simple, yet elegant, silver bowl. The bowl, crafted from a polished silver metal, seemed to glow with an ethereal light, as if it were imbued with a power of its own. Hannah's eyes gleamed with a deep understanding as she approached the table, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. The silence was palpable, punctuated only by the soft crackling of the candles.Her expression turned grave, her sharp eyes clouded with a mix of shock and concern. She paused, collecting her thoughts
Sheila sat up, adjusting her clothes and regaining her composure. "What is it that you want from me, Hannah?" She asked, her tone measured. Hannah's response was a laughter laced with mockery. "You?" she repeated, her eyes glinting with amusement. "What could you possibly have to offer that would be of any interest to me?”Sheila's brows furrowed, her frustration simmering just below the surface, but she refused to give Hannah the satisfaction of seeing her weakness. "What's your problem with me, then?" she demanded, her voice firm. "Why have you been making my life so goddamn difficult?"Hannah's expression turned stern, her finger wagging in reprimand. "No, no, no. You're getting ahead of yourself. Let's establish the rules here, because we're only doing this my way. I ask the questions, and you answer. Understood?" Sheila's eyes rolled heavenward, her disdain for Hannah's condescending tone clear.“Now, what brought you to Anavrin?” Hannah began."I thought you said you know every
Shortly after, the duo reappeared in another spacious sitting as if they had traveled through dimensions and arrived in another world. The strong aura and energy the magic took to transport them was so strong that it brought Sheila back to her consciousness. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar ceiling. She was disoriented, but as her gaze swept the room, memories began to resurface. She saw the elderly woman in her long, luscious grey hair, standing over her. She was chanting in a low, deep, menacing tone, words Sheila couldn't make out the language it was in.Sheila's gaze flickered around to scrutinize her surroundings. The room she found herself in was an unusually cozy, island-inspired space with vibrant colors and lush greenery. Woven bamboo furniture and colorful textiles added to the Jamaican vibe. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the faint hint of jerk seasoning. Rows of red and white candles were burning on ornate candle stands tha
She? Who is She? Sheila's mind reeled. But before she could question the boy's words, she heard the door opposite Timmy's creak open. She felt a sudden unsettling presence approaching her from behind, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on an end. Although her senses were not as heightened as they normally were, her many years of honed instinct screamed warning that put her on immediate alert. Through the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of an eerie shadow looming on the wall and drawing closer to her. She immediately turned her head to confront the presence, and her eyes locked onto the woman who had brought her to this place. But the warm, friendly face Sheila remembered had twisted into a malevolent scowl that showed utter hostility and nothing less. The woman's voice was low and menacing, uttering words that sounded like an ancient incantation. Her right hand was clenched into a fist, with her palm facing utward, as if she was conjuring some dark energy.Sheila
Sheila trailed behind the woman, navigating a desolate alleyway scarred by vibrant graffiti. The ground was littered with dirt and debris, while abandoned cars lined the streets, their rusting hulks a testament to the area's neglect. As they walked, the only sounds being the soft crunch of gravel beneath their shoes, Sheila's mind began to wander. What motivated this woman to help her? She focused her super-sensitive hearing on the woman's heartbeat, but it remained calm and steady, reassuring her that the woman's intentions seemed genuine.With renewed confidence, Sheila followed the woman as they climbed into a broad, dimly lit tunnel. The air inside was stale and musty, filled with the scent of decay. As they emerged from the tunnel, Sheila's eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, revealing a sprawling landscape of old, worn buildings. They stood in a small, rundown ghetto area, the walls of the buildings covered in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, while broken windows gaped like empty e
Sheila trudged down the rain-soaked streets of Anavrin, her eyes fixed on the Google map that was displayed on her phone screen. Her face was twisted in a scowl as she stormed her boots on the soil tracks. The acrid smell of mud and dirt, the exhaust fumes of car engines, and the musky scents of nearby alleys clung onto her nostrils like a challenge.She had been searching for what felt like hours now, and her patience was starting to wear thin. Using the I web and her miniature tech skills, and also the eyewitness’s social media accounts she had inspected, the boy who had been saved by the mysterious woman was named Timmy, and he lived somewhere in this neighborhood. As she turned a corner, her eyes scanned the street, taking in the rows of mediocre houses and apartment buildings. She briefly stopped in front of a small bakery, the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread wafting out into the street. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had skipped breakfast.Consulting her phone a