Caroline softly nodded at him, but she did not look content in any way. Ema, this is a bold step Indeed. Are you sure you are prepared though? This is our only chance, and my thoughts are we regard it as a call for us to make the proper decisions. What if it doesn't work?"It won't fall apart," Ema whispered. I assure you, Caroline. Everything has been considered. By the time Amelia is expelled, she intends to have left traditional leadership, so Bruce will have no choice but to stop trying to save her by tomorrow and install a stricter one.As she locked eyes with Ema, the older woman pondered the dangers they were prepared to endure to achieve the same expression in the girl's eyes. When she finally let out a breath, the sound was deep and passionate. "Ema, I hope it works. I am here to inform you that my return this evening was witnessed by the other werewolves. Word on the street will get around fast Anyone who knows that Amelia is half-vampire will undoubtedly be monitoring her
Bruce had thick drapes that he normally opened in the morning; unfortunately, the rays simply lighted the wooden floor across the room. Bruce placed his hands on the table with his fingers interlocked and a scowl on his face when deep in concentration. The man had gotten the sensation that there was something odd in his pack and that is why he had arranged to see Ema this early in the morning. He was determined to identify the root of the quarrel that seemed to build during the last few weeks. Across the table Ema sat, her spine straight, her gaze gleaming with curiosity and barely veiled stubbornness. She was waiting for such a moment and had planned it well; she was ready to launch her approach. Ema began by tendering an apology, “Thank you for getting this meeting so early, Alpha,” she said this with no shakiness in her voice while inside she felt the fluttering of butterflies in her abdomen. No, I wanted to address certain points that I had at the present I will take you
Ema raised her eyes to focus on his and when he inquired whether he should stop she shook her head in agreement. She answered, “Only this way can the pack be reunited. ” “To show it to them of your commitment to the pack’s future and our ways…” we shall mend all the problems Amelia has done, with me as the Luna, we can strengthen the pack anew. The following silence seemed to stretch and it felt like it would take an age for the next sound to be made. Thus, while the two of them stared at each other, waiting for the Alpha to give his verdict, Ema quivered in anticipation of Bruce’s response. Everything she worked for and the plans that she and Caroline set out required this specific moment. Bruce had been silent for quite a while and then he spoke, at least this is how it appeared to me. His voice was collected and steady which did not convey the tiniest trace of the anxiousness Ema knew he had to be going through. I pointed her and said gently, Ema, I know that you have be
A few months earlier, Amelia finally accepted the fact that the little home in the woods had served as both her sanctuary and her prison. She seemed to be weighed down by the weight of time, unable to do anything except sit at the window and watch the raindrops land on the glass. An entire year. The man she loved, her house, and her pack were all forcibly taken from her for a whole year.Instead of a pulsating bond, Amelia felt a throbbing agony as her fingers apathetically ran over the skin surrounding her mate mark. The sensation of Bruce's arms around her, his laughing, and the things she would receive with the pack were all things she attempted to recollect.The memories were fading away day by day, much like carelessly left photos in the sun.A phrase that Amelia would repeat to herself repeatedly throughout the months: "He will come for me." "Elijah assured me that this is temporary. We are strategizing. I simply have to be patient. ” But, as soon as she uttered it,
This swimming pool duct tape dilemma has too many mechanics to be understood now I have no idea what to do. Suddenly I even have no idea where to go anymore like if I am lost for the first time in my life. But I know I can’t stay here and I have to be out and find a new place soon and that scares the heck out of me. I can not continue living this half-life while we sit and wait for this unpredictable future. Come tomorrow. Tomorrow I shall decide. Stay or go. Fight or run. Yet whatever I pick, I will do it in my way, free from any control from anyone else. If there is one lesson this year must have taught me, is the reality that I am more powerful than I could ever imagine. And I will confront anything that follows it, directly. " Amelia set down the pen, such an effort being a spanking new one that caused her hand to tighten. While going through her essay numerous emotions came over her. It is a twisted, frenetic ball of dread and rage, determination and hope th
Amelia was crouching beneath the log, her ears listening to the calm of the woodland and the air. For the previous two weeks that she had been on the run, she was battling to remain alive after leaving her cabin. Her hair was knotted, her clothes dusty and torn, and at best though her eyes were sunken as if she had no sleep at all. It's entirely probable that she appeared to be all worn out, yet strangely, her eyes reflected the fire in her. It was impossible to even try to count how many times she would beat them off, the werewolves combined with vampires appeared to be hunting her mercilessly. Elijah thinking she had somehow been discovered was already proven true, and with an extra twist of her oddly comfy kidnappers. It appeared to her that every unearthly being within a hundred miles was in the chase following her. Regaining her voice, she remembered the last two weeks Amelia。 She had been moving ceaselessly for days; she rarely sat or laid down for more t
She moved her position about sat, her posture alert and ready for a battle. She carried a silver dagger and that shone, adding to the hope of murdering countless of her adversaries but those were insufficient to overwhelm them. Amelia was not going to let that happen without a firm resistance, however. If this was going to be the last time she was going to encounter vampires, let them remember her for the hell of a struggle. The initial attack was an attempt of treachery and it was executed from the back. Amelia gazed up and felt the rush of cool air as gigantic claws were moved over her head, she avoided it. The demoness swirled around with her dagger reflecting the moonlight, then she stabbed the vampire straight in the face. It staggered back, wailing cold in anguish and its body leaked blood, now mingled with silver. But then, there was no time to exult over the triumph, which although little, was a victory nonetheless. In turn, already a fresh vampire came upon he
Amelia gradually returns to awareness with the support of Elijah - it is as if the consciousness was gradually getting back to the body as the tide to the shore. Pain was the first which she became aware of; it was a deep, pulsing pain, as though it was stretching from head to toe. Then the feelings began to hit her: The sound could be heard to be that of a beeping which she came to conclusion to be medical devices, the feel of the bedsheets, she was on, and a hospital-like fragrance. It was difficult for Amelia to pry her eyes open and she had to rub them against the faint light in the room. She gently blinked her eyes and saw herself standing in a modest room with She did not have much furnishings in it. By the sides of the bed, some live monitors looked like security guards formed of light in the dark. Amelia felt something and acknowledged the stiffness at the back of her neck and she leaned a tiny bit to the side. Elijah sat, reclining back in a chair at her beds
The chilly, silvery light of the moon cast a ghostly appearance on the forest combat. The trees cast thick shadows on the ground below, as if they were quiet guardians from long ago, keeping watch over the clearing. Like the quiet before a storm, there was a great deal of tension in the air. The pack members were aware of everything that was happening in the woods and were prepared. In the front row was Bruce. His hazel eyes searched the dark treeline as he stood there, his muscles tight. As the vampires drew nearer, it was obvious what they wanted: to capture Amelia, which would permanently break the magical equilibrium.His mind raced at the scent of invaders in the air. My pack was prepared to fight, but this was not a back-to-back fight. This altercation started because of the woman next to me. Amelia stood with her heart racing, her gaze fixed on the woods. She was instinctively aware that the vampires desired her for her inherent power rather than her hybridity. Her res
The situation was tense, and neither Bruce nor Elijah seemed to be persuaded by Ema's remarks. They exchanged skeptical glances. In a display of barely controlled anger, Bruce tightened his jaw and drummed his fingers softly against the chair's armrest. Elijah broke the stillness with the first words. "Ema, you were always close to him." Why the sudden shift in opinion? "Why now?" Uncomfortably, Ema moved under their gaze. "I am aware of your lack of faith in me, and I doubt I would anticipate any other behavior from you. However, I lost everything when I saw Amelia in her cage. In addition to opposing the status quo, the Black Hooded Wolf is working to destroy everything, including your organization, Bruce. That includes you, Elijah. Relationships between vampires and werewolves are not concerns for him. He is adamant on gaining power, even if it means losing everyone. Deep in his throat, Bruce's wolf growled, and his eyes darkened. "Do you think we would accept it if your l
The Black Hooded Wolf then turned to face her, the whites of his eyes filled with an electric concentration in the blackness of his hood. "Now, my dear Ema, we go to the next level," he added, smiling sarcastically, recalling how Bruce and Elijah drove him into this corner, compelling him to act, raise the stakes, and ensure everyone recognized what a threat this woman was.He stood up and began walking all over the place, his steps precise and nervous. 'They believe they have triumphed, that by saving the girl, they have brought the situation to a close. Instead, they've just produced a symbol for their dumb crusade. Something more must be done immediately to prevent the girl from being induced to go through the motions of motivating the warriors.Ema simply nodded, with a puzzled expression on her face. But how? The hybrid is gone, and the majority of our comrades were captured or killed during the assault.When the Black Hooded Wolf spoke again, his lips twisted into a vicious s
The Black Hooded Wolf clenched his fists in anger as he perched atop one of the hills, looking down at the property below. He could hear the noises of sirens and yells in the night—the clamor of failure and missed opportunities. The only thing left for him was his prize, the half-breed monster he had been hunting for days, but the freak had fled. The wrath that aliens were going to consume him along with nostalgic thoughts of a different existence filled him up. He closed his eyes and let the stream of memories transport him back to a time when he saw retribution as a life goal rather than a continual obsession. Nathaniel Blackwood, a proud Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack thirty years ago, has transformed into this. They were formerly affluent people living in a picturesque region with lush trees and clear streams. It is a lovely area for one kind of creature, werewolves, or at least the ones who live in this den—a paradise as described by the cheerful souls in the wilds. Nathanie
They encountered some small opposition in the concrete corridors and walks, which took the form of hit and run, but they were able to overcome it. As Bruce and his dementor swooped on their adversaries, they were like twin forces of nature, tearing through everything dumb enough to stand in their path. As they descended to the bottom level of the property, the stink of terror turned to despair. They glided past corridors of cells, the bulk of which were deserted; the few others had shadows that moved away as soon as Bruce and company approached. "We'll be back for them," Elijah whispered to Bruce, his gaze scouring the room for any trace of Amelia. After wandering along a long corridor, they eventually found her. Amelia was spread out in a fetal position within a cage that could barely fit her, with an IV drip connecting her arm to a vile-looking purple liquid. The girl appeared quite unwell; her skin was pale and sweaty, and she had difficulty breathing. The man jumped up and d
It was a full moon night, and the moon was practically reaching the treetops. The forest was dense, as was the pack territory. Two people stood behind a convenient thicket, breathing with regard and suppressing wrath, their muscles tensed in anticipation. Alpha Bruce, with his muscular build, remained rigid as a coiled spring became increasingly agitated as he hurried across the compound, while Beta Elijah sat against a tree, eyes closed as if in deep meditation. Three days had gone since Amelia's kidnapping, three days that could be described as torture for both men. When Ema attacked them, they were overwhelmed and motionless, allowing the traitor to seize Amelia and go. Even after so many years had passed since the incident that had instilled so much hatred in Bruce, he still remembered it, which caused him to remain full of anger." Have you heard anything from our scouts?" Bruce demanded, hissing, and stopped walking to glare at Elijah. Elijah blinked and glanced at
It was as if someone had ripped her heart into pieces; she was in so much pain. Not only was she imprisoned and made powerless, but she also lost her friend, and the pain of that loss was as deep as a flesh wound. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ she began to say, dreading that she sounded all too small and afraid." Amelia asked.In minutes, the light failed, and only the figure of the stranger in a hood was clearly seen, his smile reflecting the only living light as he said, ‘My dear, you are free to go’, and that chill ran right through Amelia’s body. ‘Of course,’ the first one sneered, ‘we’ll conduct a detailed examination of your special physiology, and when we get all the information we want, we will kill you.’ Amelia felt herself panic, and it seemed to give her a boost in energy in a desperate move. She stood up and rushed to the structure with the bars of the cage, and she grabbed the bars with her shaky hands. You cannot do that! I have rights; I have a family that will co
When Amelia started to fully wake up, the first thing that came to mind was the severe, long-lasting pain she was feeling all over her body. For a moment, she tried to open her eyes but couldn't because their lids were so swollen. The air around her was charged, and it smelled like mold, dirt, and general disuse. Before Amelia could get too comfortable, the guards heard her trying to wake up. That's when she realized she wasn't in her bed at home. She finally got them open after a lot of trouble. That's when she realized she was in the middle of a nightmare. It felt like hell. There was a cold, cruel, and temporary iron wall around her, making it hard for her to move her arms. Along the sides of the bars, there were thick, rough walls that were almost always damp and covered in different shades of green mold. Fear filled Amelia's heart, and she began to think very quickly about what could have brought her to this terrible situation. The last thing she recollects to have don
The conflict continued on the training field, with animals, claws, and energy blasts clashing with one another. Amelia got puzzled about what was going on, looking like a haze from the rush of adrenaline and terror. She watched Bruce and Elijah fight, and despite her best efforts to remain calm, she was fascinated by their prowess and strength. But for every assailant they eliminated, two more appeared to emerge from the woodwork. Even though it is difficult to believe, Ema's numerical advantage was overwhelming. Amelia could feel herself becoming not just exhausted but also languid and less quick-witted as her precious reservoirs of power dwindled. A piercing hiss of anguish blended with the sound of battling. Amelia looked back and saw Bruce struggling, hurt, and bleeding. Three enormous wolves surrounded him and the Alpha, one of whom went for a bite on his throat, knocking him to the ground. Bruce! Amelia began to struggle with the Guardsmen in an attempt to reach him, sho