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
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
Kimberly stood frozen at the doorway, her eyes fixed tentatively on Nicholas’s face when he caught her retracing her steps. She had been eavesdropping by the door of his formal living-room. Although she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help herself. The conversation between Nicholas and Sheila seemed intense, and Kimberly's curiosity got the better of her.“Kimberly.” He called out in a low, firm voice, accelerating her heart rate. “Are you having difficulty sleeping?” he then asked, as his lips curled into a sinister smirk.“I… uh…” For a brief moment, Kimberly had forgotten how to speak.“Shush,” Nicholas interrupted her, his smirk widening. “I know you were listening,” he said as he deliberately began to approach her, his voice rigid but calm. Then he stopped by the sofa and sat down on it in a regal position. “Come here.” He instructed firmly, his face now straightened into an unyielding mask.Kimberly hesitated, feeling a mix of fear and guilt. She knew she had overstepped, and s
The panic crept in like a thief, stealing what's left of Kimberly's sanity, as her classmates goaded her to jump into the vast swimming pool. “Jump! Jump! Jump,” they chanted in unison, their voices echoing off the pool deck like a haunting mantra. Madison, the team captain, led the chant with a sinister grin, reveling in Kimberly’s aquaphobia and distress.Even her mind turned against her, whispering cruel truths to her; “You can't swim, Kimberly. You're a weakling! They will laugh at you. You'll drown!” Her eyes widened, her heart throbbing wickedly against her chest, her grip on the pool railing tightening.Gripped by anxiety, she slowly stepped away from the pool’s edge, her eyes frantically scanning the dim-lit hall in desperation. That's when she saw it; a bizarre figure lurking at the far end of the pool hall.Even without her glasses, she could sense its piercing gaze cut through the shadows, boring into her with an unblinking stare. Kimberly froze, and her panic intensified
“You failed! Again!” Nicholas’s gravelly voice thundered, the sound echoing off the dark wood panels that lined the walls of his grand mountain-top mansion. His fiery red eyes burned with fierce intensity as he fixated on his gamma, Kael, whose neck was below the heel of his boot, pleading for his mercy.“Forgive.. me… Pl.. please.. I was caught by the hunters! I hardly… escaped,” Kael begged in ragged gasps as he struggled to free himself.The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the distant howling of the wolves seemed to fuel his anger.“You've proved yourself useless to me, Kael,” Nicholas retorted, his voice low, menacing, and icy with anger. He increased the pressure of his ponderous heel on his throat taking pleasure in Kael’s painful groans as he pleaded for mercy. “Give.. me.. another chance… to…” before Kael could finish his sentence, Nicholas swiftly decapitated his head from his body.Just then, Nicholas heard his grandiose door slide open, and a sleek, gray
“Clark, get your brother! We're going to have dinner together as a family tonight!” Arnold yelled, calling down his two sons from the dining room, excitement evident in his voice. Kimberly, who was already seated at the dining-table, scoffed inwardly. “Since when,” she thought to herself. She knew it was her father's idea, still trying to make up for the times he spent away from his family. Soon, Clark arrived with Aaron whom he had trouble convincing to join the family dinner. Aaron found it ridiculous. As soon as they were all seated, Arnold smiled at the wholesome sight before him, then said, “Let us say grace.” Holding each other's hands, they prayed, then bowed their heads and began feasting on their meal.Kimberly, who was ridiculing the whole thing, rolled her eyes. Family dinner was barely a Silversmith's family tradition. But she couldn't blame her father, his family was drifting apart. Aaron barely spent time at home. Not that he wasn't old enough to move out, he was jus