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
The scent of freshly popped popcorn wavered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of vanilla-scented candles. The living room was meticulously prepared for a cozy family movie night, complete with a plush couch, soft cushions, and a snug throw, all positioned before a generously sized flat-screen TV. Hazel eagerly rummaged through a box of movie collections as she sought the ideal film for their evening together while her parents patiently waited, ready to commence their cinematic journey."The Princess Bride," she proposed with enthusiasm. However, Eason seemed less enthralled by the prospect of a romantic fiction story, his preference deviating toward action and thrill."Nah, how about a horror-action flick?" he suggested, casting a tentative glance towards their parents, who exchanged expectant looks, eager for the siblings to settle on a choice and kick-start the evening.Hazel, knowing her brother's taste, couldn't help but roll her eyes at his suggestion. "Let's have Mom and
Hazel stood before the mirror, her gaze fixed on her reflection, lost in silent contemplation. Her eyes traced the contours of her image as if searching for hidden secrets that refused to fade into the depths of her subconscious.The memory of her unsettling dream remained vivid and persistent. She traced the lines of her face with delicate fingers, seeking reassurance. A lock of unruly hair tumbled over her brow, and she gently tucked it behind her ear; the motion reflected in the mirror's silent mimicry. Hazel attempted to quell the rising uncertainty within her by drawing a slow, calming breath. She reasoned that it was just a dream, though the doubts it had stirred refused to be dismissed so easily. Casting a glance around the room, unfamiliar yet strangely intimate, she couldn't help but feel a surge of questions welling within her. How had she ended up here? And, more importantly, where was her life leading her? Before she could delve deeper into the maze of her own mind, a shar
Three figures strode into the room, their presence commanding attention without needing an introduction. Zain rose promptly, silently acknowledging their status, and Hazel followed suit, her expression filled with curiosity and deference."Alpha, pouvons-nous vous parler?" The request to have a word was polite, but the weight behind their words left no room for refusal. Zain exchanged a brief glance with Hazel, silently reassuring her that he would handle the situation before she gracefully exited the room, leaving him alone with the elders. With a small nod, Zain closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the suddenly charged atmosphere. Seated once more, Zain's posture exuded a quiet confidence as he focused his attention on the elders. "Is she the one to become our Luna?" The question hung heavy in the air, disbelief evident in the elders' skeptical expressions. The woman they had encountered seemed ordinary, her presence devoid of the primal aura they associated with t
With purposeful strides, Zain made his way towards the dense forest, his senses keenly attuned to the scent of his prey. They had already been hunted, but now it was time to learn a lesson they wouldn't soon forget.Arriving at an abandoned house nestled deep within the woods, he was greeted by the solemn bowing of his pack members, an acknowledgment of his authority and strength.He stepped into the dimly lit room and saw two figures huddled in the corner, their bodies curled in a desperate plea for mercy. Their eyes widened with fear as he approached."Please," the man's voice trembled, his fingers clinging desperately to Zain's feet. "We're innocent; we don't know anything about you. We were just camping."The woman's plea echoed his, her voice choked with terror. "Don't... don't kill us." Zain didn't answer immediately. Instead, he leaned in closer, his gaze cold and calculating. With a swift movement, he seized the man's hand, sinking his teeth into the flesh. A guttural scream r
The day just slipped through Hazel's fingers. She was left alone in her room, grappling with the messiness of her new life. Zain had to go handle some pack stuff. She was left to untangle her emotions alone. Ever since her chat with Zain earlier, her head felt like a beehive, buzzing with all sorts of thoughts. His words hit her hard, sinking into her mind like heavy stones. Wyatt's betrayal kept playing on a loop, and it was tough for her to swallow. She couldn't shake off the memories they shared, now spoiled by the ugly truth of his deceit. "She means nothing to me. My pack is important," his words echoed in her head, each repetition feeling like a dagger to her heart. Her mind was like a rough sea, refusing to calm down, making sleep seem like a distant fantasy. Desperate for some peace, she plugged in her pendrive, hoping that music could be her saving grace. The tunes filled the room, gradually drifting her off into a much-needed slumber, unaware of the stormy dreams waiting for