However, in the subterranean office beneath their unassuming two-story house, the Silversmith family convened in secrecy. Arnold, Rebecca, Clark, and Aaron gathered around the round table, their faces etched with determination and resentment. The recent defeat still lingered, Nicholas's triumph in turning their own kin into a werewolf – a creature they had sworn to hunt – burning within them.Rebecca stood before the table, her finger tracing a path on the map spread before them. "We can't underestimate Nicholas again," she warned, her voice low and urgent. "He's proven he'll stop at nothing."Clark stood tall, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed in intensity. Aaron stood stoically against the doorframe, hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze fixed on the table. Arnold was seated by the table, leaning forward, elbows on the table, his eyes locked onto Rebecca."The Lightwood pack thinks they've won," Rebecca continued, "but we'll show them the true meaning of power. We'll take back what'
Six hours later, Thursday, 7:00 am.Margaret was dressed in her two-piece cozy pajamas, with a night robe draped over it. She strode to her kitchen, her pale-blond hair packed in a disheveled ponytail. She was in a whole mood as she brewed her cappuccino, mentally jamming to the distant tweeting birds in the trees.Then she made breakfast. She made a typical American breakfast sandwich with a simple, delicious arugula salad and served it with a tasty vinaigrette. Once done, she quickly washed the cooking tools that she had used in cooking and made sure her kitchen was arranged impeccably as it normally would.Humming to the pleasant bird tunes, Margaret finally decided to go call her Almighty and formidable werewolf of a guest, whom she thought was still slumbering in his guest room. Thinking back to his expression when she had told her his room was ready, she mused that the image of his straight face, which she knew was a front, was still fresh in her mind. “If he doesn't loosen u
Meanwhile, Sheila’s mind was set in sheer resolve as she hastily packed her bag for her urgent trip to Anavrin. Having been one not to travel with luggage, she opted for only a sleek, small, cherry-red Christian Dior travel bag. Though petite, the designer bag was able to accommodate an array of travel necessities: A trio of different shades of red lipsticks, a pair of lacy underwear sets, travel-sized body deodorants, and a refreshing face mist. A few bundles of cash, ATM cards, a charger, and a power bank ensured her technological and financial preparedness.Sheila was the kind who'd buy new clothes wherever she went instead of packing the ones she already had. ‘When you get to Rome, you dress like the Romans,’ was her fashion motto.Her outfit was the edgy and fashionable kind— leather trousers, red ankle boots, a leather crop jacket with a furry neckline, and a red inner top. A delicate, silver necklace with a miniature compass pendant glinted against her decollege.She had her
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard Flight 114 to Anavrin. We'll be cruising at an altitude of 35,000 feet, with an estimated flight time of 6 hours and 15 minutes. Please ensure your seatbelts are securely fastened, all electronic devices are in airplane mode, and your seats are in their upright position. We'll do our best to ensure a smooth and comfortable journey. Thank you for choosing our airline."The plane's engines roared to life, and it began its steady ascent into the sky. Sheila's face was as grave as the foreboding thunderclouds, her expression unyielding. But as the plane lifted off the ground, her tension began to dissipate. The takeoff was smooth, a gentle lift into the clouds.Sheila let out a silent sigh of relief. The plane had taken off, and that was all that mattered. Her rigid posture relaxed, and she leaned back into her seat. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to unwind, the hum of the engines lulling her into a
Back at Margaret's cozy rented bungalow down Brooklyn's street, the morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the scent of old books and parchment. Margaret sat up on her bed, surrounded by scattered papers, maps, and files, her eyes scanning the documents for the umpteenth time.The soft hum of the air conditioner provided a soothing background noise as she pored over the paperwork, her pencil tapping against her lips. Her gaze narrowed, focusing on a particular entry. It was 9:27 AM, and she was determined to find another lead, another thread to tug. Even though she already had an active plan (that is, waiting to trail the Silversmith Hunters during the next full moon), she still wasn't going to sit around and wait, so she began working on a plan B.Nicholas's hiding place remained a mystery, but she was convinced there was a clue hidden somewhere.As she highlighted a crucia
Meanwhile, Levi, who was slumbering off on the couch, stirred, gradually opening up his eyes. He had just had a two-hour sleep. That was more than what he'd had in days. Maybe it was the price of being who he was. He lacked the desire to sleep, and this was mostly because he was able to function perfectly without it. But Margaret’s tranquil home and calm space was able to soothe his weary soul, despite her tantrums and fiery outbursts.He stretched, feeling refreshed, and swung his legs over the side. Margaret —her name echoed in the back of his mind, lingering for a while. She was a peculiar woman, he thought to himself. She was bold and daring, a rare breed of woman he’d found amongst humans. He'd met only a few people like her in his entire lifetime, people who didn't cower in his presence. Margaret happened to be the first woman who had tested his patience; despite his deadly instincts, she'd pushed him to the limit without ending up hurt by him. That intrigued him.The creaking
3 HOURS INTO THE FLIGHT.Suddenly, Sheila's eyes fluttered open as turbulence jolted the entire plane. Disoriented, she jerked upright, realizing she'd leaned against the fine stranger beside her. Adam, the man, stirred awake, rubbing his eyes."Excuse me," Adam asked the passing flight attendant, "what's going on?""Minor issue, folks. Everything's fine," the lady attendant reassured, forcing a smile.But before he could continue, the plane shuddered again but more violently, throwing Sheila against Adam once more. Panic set in as passengers began to scream with fear."Hey! What the fuck is going on?!" Sheila's voice rose, her composure fraying."Calm down, madam. Everything will be fine," the attendant soothed, but his words were lost as the plane lurched again.This time, the impact was more severe. Oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling, their bright yellow straps unfolding like mechanical flowers. The hiss of released air filled the cabin."Put your mask on and breathe normally,"
Sheila trudged away from the Wichita hangar, the cool Kansas breeze rustling her hair. She left Adam without a goodbye, and their brief connection was severed. As she walked, her thoughts lingered on what could have been. "Maybe, some other place, some other time," she mused, a faint smile on her lips.Moving on, her footsteps echoed through the deserted parking lot as most of the people were in the airport lobby, the only sound breaking the silence. Sheila's gaze drifted back to the hangar, where Adam remained, a fading figure in her rearview. She shook her head, focusing on the road ahead. Anavrin beckoned, and she couldn't afford distractions.She briskly walked into the parking lot, scanning for available transportation. Her luck turned as she spotted a taxi driver leaning against his cab, seeking shade from the downpour. Grateful to escape the rain, she hastened towards him."Taxi, please," Sheila requested, her voice firm.The driver nodded with a warm smile, holding the door op
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