STILL AT THE HOSPITAL.The hospital room's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an eerie glow, when Jordan's eyes snapped open, a faint crimson hue instantly tinting his sclera. For weeks, he had been laying motionless, feeling nothing but numbness. Until he was awoken by a sudden, sharp pain that coursed throughout his body like a jolt of electricity. It started at his neck, where Nicholas’s fangs were embedded, which now oozed blood by the two tiny puncture of wound. The monitor beside him beeped rapidly as his heart rate accelerated.The pain intensified with each second, his heart racing, his eyes frantically darting around the ceiling, his ragged breathing filling the air. When suddenly, the pain stopped and the heart monitor started beeping steadily. Nicholas's face was inches from his neck, his lips curled back, revealing razor-sharp fangs. He retracted them slowly, and a droplet of blood clung to the tip before falling onto Jordan's skin. His eyes then locked onto Jorda
STILL AT THE HOSPITAL CONT'D.On hearing Jordan's promise, Nicholas's expression softened. He leaned backwards and stood erect, his eyes gleaming with a hint of satisfaction. "Good. That's all I ask."Jordan felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the depth of his newfound loyalty to Nicholas."Why?" He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him."Let's just say it's essential for... mutual protection." Nicholas said with a cryptic smile.The hospital room seemed to grow quieter, as if the shadows themselves were listening to their conversation.Jordan's eyes searched Nicholas's face, seeking reassurance. "What if I slip up? Nicholas's voice dropped to a whisper. "You won't. You can't afford to." He said sharply.His heart skipped a beat as he grasped the weight of his promise. He was bound to Nicholas now."Now, it's time for you to reunite with your family," Nicholas said, his voice gentle. Jordan nodded, still processing the events."But later, I want you to come find
OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL.However, as Nicholas stepped out of the hospital building, the cool evening air enveloped him, carrying the scent of freedom. He walked towards his vehicle, parked in a secluded area, his footsteps echoing through the stillness. Settling into his car, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction wash over him, like a soothing balm to his weary soul.He'd saved Jordan from suffering the merciless punishment that had loomed over him, a weight lifted off his conscience. By clearing Kimberly's name, he'd also brought relief to the innocent woman, protecting her from the devastating consequences of accusations.At that moment, Nicholas realized he'd discovered a new purpose. His actions had sparked a sense of redemption, igniting a fire within him. Instead of the usual cold and emotionless feeling, he felt alive, like he had done something good, not only for Jordan, his family, or even Kimberly but for himself. The darkness that had once shrouded his life began to recede, but
FLASHBACK TO THE ABANDONED PARKING LOT, WHERE LEVI TRAILED DOM.Levi's eyes scanned the abandoned parking lot, his nostrils flaring as he picked up the direction the scent of Dom’s blood was leading him. He followed the trail, his footsteps quiet on the cracked asphalt. The blood droplets didn't grow smaller, leading him out of the parking lot and back onto the rail tracks. His gaze narrowed as he recognized the spot where he'd parked his car. But he was not surprised when he found out that it was no longer there. Margaret's car was nowhere to be seen either. Good thing she'd let go of her stubbornness this once and gotten away when he had asked her to —he thought to himself.The car's tire tracks that were etched on the ground were still fresh which meant that Dom had just made for an escape using Levi's car. But to his bad, he was utterly exhausted from the pain, and he was losing blood each minute, which meant he could barely drive as fast or go as far before Levi caught him on fo
With a calculated smile, Levi killed the engine, melting into the shadows. The time for revenge had arrived.Meanwhile, Dom's vision got even blurrier, his eyes struggling to focus. He pulled up to the mansion's entrance, relief washing over him. With a Herculean effort, Dom exited the car, stumbling toward the mansion door.His pack mates who were lurking around the front, on seeing the state of him became utterly overwhelmed with concern and shock. Dom was weak, barely clothed, completely battered and bloody, trickles of thick red hue cascading down his neck.But then, his subconscious nudged him. He turned around to find a blurry grey Toyota Hillux jeep lingering in the distance.Dom's gaze faltered, his eyes bloodshot. He strained to see who occupied the vehicle, but his senses were dulled.Levi's venom coursed through his veins, clouding his mind. And Dom's heart sank. Was that... Levi? Has he followed me here!? He squinted his eyes, trying to clear his vision. The Toyota Hilux
BACK IN AVARIN.It had been thirty-six grueling hours since Sheila stepped foot in Anavrin, yet the town still felt like a puzzle she couldn't quite solve. Every attempt to settle down and adjust had been met with unnecessary issues. But finally, after all the back and forth with the accommodation manager, she was able to get a cozy cottage to spend the night in. The whole journey had been overwhelmingly exhausting, her eyes slightly droopy from her desperate cravings; food, rest, and sleep.The eerie, creaky floorboards of her rented cottage, the eerie silence of the night, and the curious stares from the locals outside all made her feel like exactly what she was: an outsider. But all that meant little to her as her biggest challenge, which mattered most to her, loomed ahead, that was finding the elusive witch, Hannah. However, this seemed like an impossible task so far as it was like finding a needle in a haystack.Sheila stepped into the cozy cottage, enveloped by the warm, welcomi
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
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
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