"But it will ignite a war," Ruben contemplated."It's not just that I left Hazel as the final part of our deal and then departed the city," Wyatt explained with a wink, noticing a car approaching their way.Ruben turned and saw Marcus and his people arriving to assist Wyatt. He stepped out and signaled the others to keep a close watch on the club while he approached, eager to understand what Adrian had offered Wyatt."So...""You were right... he did threaten me," Wyatt added. [Flashback]As they entered the room, Wyatt couldn't help but feel a sense of tension in the air. "So, why did you bring me here?" he asked curiously. Adrian smirked and gestured for Silas to pour their glasses. "I have something to show you," he replied, casually swiping up on his phone to reveal a video clip."What is this? Rogues? Now you've started raising a wild army for yourself?" Wyatt chuckled, attempting to downplay the seriousness of the situation."Yes, the ones who attacked you on the day when you
Two agonizing days had passed since Hazel slipped into a deep slumber, her body remaining unresponsive to both medicines and Serene's mystical attempts to rouse her. Night after night, Wyatt would visit her, a silent vigil by her bedside. "Serene, it's been two days. Why is she not responding?" Wyatt's voice betrayed a weariness, his eyes reflecting the exhaustion of uncertainty. "I don't know. I've tried everything to bring her back," Serene confessed, her usually confident demeanor replaced with a flicker of helplessness. Wyatt turned to Lyra with a desperate expectation for a glimmer of hope. "Anything," "I don't know either. There is nothing medically that is stopping her. The bleeding has stopped, and, if I have to tell you… she's in some kind of coma," Lyra revealed, her words hanging in the air like an unwelcome verdict. The room fell into a heavy silence, each person grappling with their own sense of powerlessness. The exchange of blank looks spoke about the shared confus
It's been a few days, Hazel's recovery from trauma progressed with Serene's magical assistance. Wyatt, anticipating the imminent war, dedicated himself to intense training, urging every warrior to push their limits. Surprisingly, there was no news of Zain during these sessions. Lost in contemplation, Wyatt drove to his mansion, a desire to see Hazel tugging at his thoughts. Serene wisely suggested a visit after Hazel slept to enhance her recovery by keeping her anxiety in check. Amidst these reflections, Wyatt's phone buzzed, revealing Marcus's name on the screen."Hello," "Adrian was telling the truth about Zain knowing Hazel," Marcus revealed and conveyed an essential piece of news to Wyatt. He wasn't expecting things to unravel this way, but he was all ears, eager to hear what Marcus had to say next."I'm sending you a picture," the message popped up on the phone screen, and Wyatt's eyes widened. It was a photo of Hazel receiving an award from Zain."Where did you get this picture
The last remnants of the evening's essence painted the sky in hues of lavender, casting a tranquil glow over everything. Serene, immersed in her own enchantment, decided to seek out Hazel before delving into the next round of spells. The anticipation of Zain's impending arrival spurred her urgency; she needed to ensure she and Hazel were adequately shielded.As she ascended the stairs, a sense of unease settled within her. The house felt strangely quiet, and a hint of anxiety coiled in her chest. "Hazel?" she called out, descending quickly. Serene made her way to the kitchen, hoping to find Hazel engrossed in some task. The dim light revealed no sign of her. Panic gripped Serene's heart, and her footsteps quickened as she raced towards the garden, searching desperately for any trace of her.The soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of crickets filled the air, but Hazel remained elusive. "Hazel!" Serene's voice quivered with worry, a knot tightening in her stomach. Her frantic gaze
Wyatt's face morphed from defiance to disbelief as the truth unfolded before him. His eyes widened in shock, pupils dilating as if struggling to accept the unexpected revelation. The cunning smile that had adorned his face moments ago vanished, replaced by a mixture of astonishment and betrayal. It was a silent gasp, an echo of shattered expectations,"How is this even possible?" he stammered.Zain, with a cold smile, introduced the person responsible for the intricate web of deception. "Dr. Lyra Larkin, my mother," he declared with chilling satisfaction. The shock on Wyatt's face deepened — the mastermind behind it all was not the expected traitor, Silas, but someone much closer, much more unexpected. She advanced towards Wyatt with an eerily blank expression, indifferent to the gravity of her betrayal, and hands crossed over her shoulders. The Pack, once trusting and united, now witnessed the ultimate deception unfold before their eyes."I trusted you; you were the most important pa
Silas, writhing in pain, fixed his gaze on Zain. The silver-laced bullet lodged in his heart stifled every attempt to move. Desperation clawed at him; he yearned to mindlink Wyatt for help, but the wolfbane coursing through his system must have left him drained and weakened.Zain, seemingly controlled, approached Hazel's unconscious form, lifting her delicately in a bridal embrace. His predatory instincts took over as he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that clung to her skin. Hazel's hair cascaded down when the darkness inside him wanted to mark her at the very moment."Ummm, you smell perfect, princess. No doubt every wolf wants you," Zain remarked with a smirk, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. The unsettling desire for possession gleamed in his eyes as he realized that everything he had meticulously cultivated over the years was about to unfold. His plan to eradicate Wyatt and claim Hazel as his wife was on the verge of completion."Take him to the dungeons," Zain ordered
Serene's breath caught in her throat as she beheld the sight unfolding in the darkness beyond the hills. She had believed it once, but seeing it with her own eyes was a jarring shock. However, she had little time to dwell on it as the battle raged on, her focus consumed by the need to prevent Zain from emerging victorious.As the instructed members prepared to follow their alpha's command and capture Dimitry, they crossed the foyer into the room, and an eerie sensation gripped the air. Their eyes widened in disbelief as the figure they had only heard of in myths and legends materialized before them. The being stood tall and majestic, its form radiating an otherworldly aura that seemed to command the very elements around it."It's a golden wolf." In the faint light, they saw the creature's fur—shimmering gold, like precious metal, gleaming in the moonlight—a symbol of unimaginable power and strength.With a fierce growl, the golden wolf leaped and carried a supernatural force that defi
The legend of the Golden Wolf had captivated the minds of many, though some dismissed it as a mere myth while others remained steadfast in their belief. However, in the wake of that fateful night, sightings of the elusive creature had dwindled, leading some to doubt its existence altogether."Dimitry," Wyatt murmured softly, his brother's presence a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of his thoughts."Are we just going to let him walk away after taking everything from us?" Dimitry's words cut through the stillness, the quiet determination in his voice signaling his readiness for vengeance. Wyatt's brow furrowed in solemn contemplation, a silent promise in the depths of his gaze."No," he declared. "I'll sever his head and lay him to rest where she was laid to rest," he vowed, his words laced with a burning desire for justice."But first, we must prepare," Wyatt proclaimed, his tone commanding as he rallied his allies. "The war is upon us, and we must be ready to face whatever comes