The time has come. After days of meticulous planning and strategizing, the pack is finally prepared to confront the hunters. The information we’ve gathered—the map, the intercepted communications, and the insights from Raina’s locket—has given us a crucial advantage. This is our chance to turn the tide and secure a decisive victory.The early morning light casts a soft glow over the camp as the pack members gather for one final briefing. The air is filled with a mixture of tension and determination. We’ve spent countless hours studying every detail, analyzing every clue, and preparing for this moment. Now, it’s time to put our plan into action.Luke stands at the center of the assembly, his presence commanding attention. His eyes are sharp, his expression resolute. Beside him, I can feel the weight of the mission pressing down on him, and the same pressure weighs on me. We’ve been through so much, and today’s battle will test every ounce of our strength and resolve.“We’ve done everyt
The morning air is cool, a soft breeze stirring the leaves on the trees surrounding the pack house. It’s one of those mornings that should feel peaceful, but the tension in the air is thick, palpable. The past few weeks have brought victory, but they’ve also brought something else—a growing sense of unease.I stand at the edge of the training grounds, watching the pack members go through their morning drills. They’re sharper now, more focused. Battle has forged them into stronger fighters, more cohesive as a unit. But there’s something underneath that sharpness, something festering.Not everyone’s here.I notice the gaps in the lineups. Some faces are missing, faces that should’ve been here for weeks. At first, it was subtle. People had excuses: injuries, personal matters, exhaustion. But now, it’s become something I can’t ignore.My dad approaches from behind, his usual steady presence heavier today. His steps are slower, weighed down with news I know I won’t like. I turn to face him
I linger in the room, staring at the empty seats and the faint scent of tension hanging in the air. The weight of everything presses down on me, heavier than it’s ever been. The hunters are a looming threat, yes, but the fear of what’s happening within the pack gnaws at me more deeply.I step out into the hallway and catch a glimpse of Cheryl leaning against the wall, her arms crossed. Her face is etched with concern, her eyes searching mine for some sort of reassurance I’m not sure I can give.“How’d it go?” she asks, her voice low.I shrug, running a hand through my hair. “As well as it could, I guess. They’re all worried. Angry. Confused. Same as me.”She pushes off the wall and walks toward me, her presence calming the storm inside me, even if just for a moment. “It’s not your fault, Luke,” she says softly. “People get scared, they make decisions that don’t always make sense.”I know she’s right, but it doesn’t make the situation any easier to swallow. “It’s hard not to take it pe
I can feel the tension thick in the air as we make our way back to the pack house after that encounter in the woods. Every footstep feels heavier than the last. Cheryl’s by my side, but there’s something different about her now. I can sense it. She’s not just the same Cheryl I’ve known all this time. There’s something... more.We’ve been through so much, but this? This betrayal, these hunters, and now the power she’s been manifesting—it's overwhelming.As we reach the clearing near the pack house, I can’t stop glancing at her. The way she moves, the way her eyes seem to catch every detail—it's like she’s hyper-aware, every sense heightened. It’s mesmerizing and terrifying all at once. And then, there’s this other thing: the pull. This undeniable pull between us, stronger than ever before. It’s almost suffocating how much I want her, how much I need her right now."You're staring," Cheryl says without looking at me, her voice teasing but laced with a nervous edge.I smirk. “Can’t help
I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s like there’s a storm inside me, raging and wild, barely contained beneath my skin. Ever since I shifted, everything’s changed. My senses are sharper, my strength is undeniable, but this power — it’s something I don’t understand. I’m walking through the forest, each step heavy with thoughts, my mind spinning with the realization that someone in the pack betrayed us. Draco. I can hardly believe it. Luke hasn’t said much since his dad told us the truth. He’s tense, quiet, and I can feel the pain radiating off of him. His brother—his blood—turned on us. It makes me sick just thinking about it.I stop by a small clearing and look around. I can hear the faint rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, the hum of the wind brushing through the trees. Everything feels so alive, like the whole forest is breathing. I close my eyes and focus, trying to block out the noise and find some peace within myself, but all I can feel is this overwhelm
I wake up, gasping for air, my body drenched in cold sweat. My heart is racing, my chest aching like someone drove a dagger straight through me. Everything feels... wrong. The world around me is blurred, distorted, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. But this isn’t a dream—it’s real. The shadow, the voice, the cold... it was all real.I blink, trying to focus. I’m lying on the ground, and the sky above me is a deep, bruised purple, the sun barely touching the horizon. The forest is quiet, eerily still, like the calm before a storm.“Cheryl!”Luke’s voice cuts through the fog in my head, and I turn to see him hovering over me, his face etched with worry and panic. His eyes are wild, his hair disheveled like he’s been running his hands through it over and over. He looks terrified, and that alone makes my stomach churn.“What... what happened?” My voice is weak, barely a whisper, but the fear in it is unmistakable.“You collapsed,” Luke says, his voice shaky. “You screamed, and then..
I wake up, gasping for air, my body drenched in cold sweat. My heart is racing, my chest aching like someone drove a dagger straight through me. Everything feels... wrong. The world around me is blurred, distorted, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. But this isn’t a dream—it’s real. The shadow, the voice, the cold... it was all real.I blink, trying to focus. I’m lying on the ground, and the sky above me is a deep, bruised purple, the sun barely touching the horizon. The forest is quiet, eerily still, like the calm before a storm.“Cheryl!”Luke’s voice cuts through the fog in my head, and I turn to see him hovering over me, his face etched with worry and panic. His eyes are wild, his hair disheveled like he’s been running his hands through it over and over. He looks terrified, and that alone makes my stomach churn.“What... what happened?” My voice is weak, barely a whisper, but the fear in it is unmistakable.“You collapsed,” Luke says, his voice shaky. “You screamed, and then..
“Cheryl, get down!” Luke’s voice comes through with a sharp edge of command, even as he lunges toward the intruder.I dive to the side, hitting the floor hard and feeling a sharp sting in my shoulder. The pain is nothing compared to the rush of adrenaline coursing through me. I push myself up, trying to get a better look at what’s happening. The hunter is clad in dark, tactical gear, their face hidden by a mask. The room’s shadows seem to cling to them, amplifying their menacing presence.The hunter’s eyes scan the room, cold and calculating. They spot me, and for a moment, their gaze seems to pierce right through me. There’s a flicker of recognition, but then they’re turning their attention back to Luke. The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing th