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
Just as Nicholas ensured Kimberly comfortably settled into his mansion, her family continued to plot against their ultimate downfall. On the other hand, Sheila, who was bearing malice with both Kimberly and Nicholas, was orchestrating a sinister come back plan. Meanwhile, while all this was happening, there was a sudden rise of rumors that spread like wildfire through the supernatural grapevine. The rumor was about the return of a fearsome, mighty werewolf, his name: Levi. Levi’s reputation preceded him, striking fear into the hearts of even the most seasoned pack members. They called him the Ultima, the supreme werewolf, and a descendant of the legendary Primordials. He emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity. His gaze was a cold, calculated thing, weighing the worth of those around him. His presence was a dark storm cloud, casting a shadow over the land. And he moved with a purpose, driven by an intense singular focus —finding Kimberly.As he tr
Back at the Alpha’s mansion, Kimberly wandered through the grand hall, her eyes feasting on the stunning artwork that adorned the walls. She found each piece to be a masterpiece, but one painting in particular captured her attention. She came to halt and turned to stand before it. She became mesmerized by a poignant portrait of a majestic wolf. Its somber expression was a reflection of its feral and untamed spirit. The artist’s masterful brush strokes render the wolf’s thick fur in exquisite detail, with shades of brown and bronze dominating the palette. Except for the piercing bright golden eyes that seem to glow with an inner light, burning with a fierce intensity, as if longing for a distant moon or for a forgotten freedom.She felt an inexplicable attraction towards that one painting. Kimberly's gaze locked onto the wolf’s, its eyes drawing her into its hauntingly beautiful world as it gleamed like lanterns in the dark, she barely heard Nicholas's footsteps as he approached her
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