Nicholas’s eyes were fixed firmly on Kimberly as he approached her bed, and as usual, her heart rate rapidly escalated involuntarily by his presence.If she was keeping count, it would be the third time he was rescuing her. The first being when he rescued her from her family’s cruel plans, and the second? Let me take you back to the second day in his mansion.It was her first morning in his mansion, and the schedule of the day was a tour around the whole Lightwood’s territory. Nicholas had insisted on taking her himself, and Kimberly couldn't feel any more honored.She put on the outfits she found placed in the closet of her new room. It was a blue skinny jeans, a white top, and a pair of white converse —all in her perfect size, however that was gotten right.Next, she went down the hall and outside of the house where she found Nicholas already waiting for her at the grand stairs of the mansion entrance.Then the tour began. First, he showed her around the exterior environments that s
Fast-forward to the infirmary. Kimberly’s eyes followed Nicholas's regal walking step as he strode up to them, his hands clasped around his back. On approaching the duo, he narrowed his gaze to Meredith, who was standing next to Kimberly laying on the hospital bed.“Good morning, Meredith.” He greeted in a low, firm but respectful tone, and Kimberly instantly registered that he accorded her some respect.“Good morning, Nicholas.” Meredith responded humbly, flashing her serene smile at him. “Why hasn’t she healed?” Nicholas asked, narrowing his gaze back to the figure on the bed, the figure whose heart seemed to be restless from his presence.“She is yet to trigger her healing process, she is still weak from the multiple searing of the silver spikes.” Meredith stated.Kimberly lowered her gloomy eyes and stared at nothing, unable to meet Nicholas’s gaze. Her heart ached each time she was being referred to as weak, yet, she couldn’t help it. “Thank you, Meredith, may we have the room
9:00 pm, Monday evening.“It had been ages since I had last been on the roads of Lunadelephia,” Levi thought to himself as he drove speedily, his eyes fixed intently on the dimly lit road ahead. Still on his quest of finding Kimberly, he had to restrategize to find Nicholas first ever since he learnt that he had her with him. However, finding the whereabouts of Nicholas appeared more daunting than he'd expected.For the time being, he was tracking down werewolves all over the town. He would brutally interrogate them on Nicholas's whereabouts but unfortunately, them werewolves were annoyingly loyal to their Alpha, this he admitted grudgingly.He had been driving for over an hour, chasing after the smoky scent he perceived from his last victim. A scent which he deemed too strong for a human. His impeccable tracking skills would help him find Nicholas as soon as possible, he hoped.Finally, he pulled his car to a halt in front of a beer parlour. His raised his eyes to meet the glowing
STILL AT THE PUB.Without blinking, Levi withdrew his hand and pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket as he began to wipe off the bloody mess on his hand. “He killed Mickey!” A woman's voice shrilled, her face contorting in grief and horror.Putting back the dollar bills back into his wallet, Levi turned around to face the audience in the pub. In a simultaneous action, the biker gang, the men in black biker jackets who were still seated with shocked and horrified expressions, reached into their boots, under the tables and inside their waist belts for their guns. The women and local men in the pub all went haywire, screaming as they frantically dashed outside the pub.Guns were pointed and aimed to Levi’s head, but it didn’t stop him from speaking. “Just a fair warning: the first person who pulls the trigger dies first.” He started in a low, menacing tone as he deliberately raised his head to stare into the eyes of a man standing directly opposite him with a handgun. The men in
EARLIER THAT DAY, BACK AT NICHOLAS'S MANSION.Nicholas stormed into his formal-living room, his chest heaving with control breaths. His eyes fell on Sheila, who was standing by the fireplace, pouring herself a glance of scotch from the wine bar.“Is all of these a joke to you?” He started in a low tone, the anger and disappointment evident in his voice.Sheila shrugged as she slowly gulped down the hot drink. “Dunno what you're talking about.” She answered nonchalantly, without even looking at him.“Sheila!” His voice bellowed, commanding her attention. Then he paused, clenching his teeth in simmering anger as he rested his palms on his waist, as if pondering on how to scold a stubborn child.Sheila wore a mask of disdain and nonchalance on her face. “Nicholas,” She started. “All I did was what you asked —train her. She is the one who you should be yelling at for being too weak and unable to take a couple of punches. Not me.” She stated sharply.“We both know you made no attempt in tr
11:00 PM. AT SHEILA'S DELUXE CONDO.Once again, utterly frustrated, infuriated, once again feeling betrayed, Sheila paced back and forth her balcony. Her fingers were called into ball, her claws digging in painfully into the flesh of her palm.The nights breeze did nothing to cool her temper. It blew hot air against her skin, while simultaneously, her insides churned and burned with a fiery rage that threatened to consume her. Her brows knotted, her face contorted with both pain and anger. The heat from the overwhelming emotions sent salty sweat down her forehead, her neck, and her back. Sheila felt extremely hurt, and she couldn't contain it.She felt the unnerving urge to yell, so loud that the whole world could hear. She could hear her heart pound rapidly as she paced. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, her lips parted, gasping breathlessly. In just a week, she had lost Nicholas, her pack, her title —thoughts that raced her mind. It was too much for her. Sheila had never felt s
Kimberly woke up to the shimmering rays of dawn that cast into her room, and a melodious chirping of birds on the distant trees. She stirred, her gaze drawn to the window with its slightly opened curtains. A warm, golden glow cast upon her face, and a gentle smile spread across her lips. It was a tender expression of an unfamiliar feeling: Safety. Belonging. She felt safe in his mansion. Safe in her new room. She felt like she belonged there, in his mansion, in his pack, with him.Two weeks ago, she remembered waking up in her childhood bed in her cozy bedroom, drenched in sweat. Two weeks ago, she had turned eighteen. Two weeks ago, who could have known that it was the beginning of the end of her life as she had known it?However, as warned, her new life came with a seriously demanding schedule, and training topped the list. As if being poked by the memory of what had occured in her bedroom the last time she was late for her training session, Kimberly's eyes opened wide with urgen
Letting go of her already healed ear, Kimberly's face darkened. Clenching her teeth together, determination washing through her.“Again!” Nicholas instructed. “Take a deep breath, listen, focus. Tell me what you hear.”Kimberly stood calm, taking in a long deep breath as she listened. Once again, she could hear the overlapping waves of the ocean, but that seemed not to be enough, so she concentrated harder. Then she could hear it clearly, nothing else, just the waves but louder.Drifting her attention back to the trees, she could hear the birds singing. She paid more attention, in her head, the birds appeared to be singing closer than before. “Tell me what you hear.” Nicholas repeated, his voice a slight distraction to her focus. “I… hear… arghhh!” She yelped again, her face now burned red.“Kimberly!” He sounded like a disappointed father. “Your reflexes are too weak, too dull!”Kimberly felt an ache in her heart. “Okay, don't blame me for having to take a dozen dosages of medicati
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