Amelia stepped out of the cabin, holding the tiny bag that she had casually tossed things in over the last couple of days—money that she had been able to save and a few of the belongings. The road was deserted. Amelia moved quickly, not walking in the middle of the road, staying near the woods, and hiding from anything that could see her as she traveled. She had learned all the paths but was unsure if the witch locator spell was working. When Amelia came close to the main road, she could hear someone moving towards her. She felt her heart surge up her esophagus as she crouched in behind a big tree and held her breath as the person drove away. Once Amelia believed that the coast was clear, she proceeded to continue her voyage. Down the road is a way that people rarely utilize. The fresh night breeze brushed her face, and for what felt like the briefest of minutes, she was free; Amelia was alive. But she couldn’t linger. Amelia recognized that she could not stay there for long as s
It was dusk, and the iron bars closed with a loud sound that reverberated in the passage of the pack's prison.Ema was standing behind them, with tangled hair, a tainted face, and a scarlet light of rage and guilt in her eyes. On the other side, Alpha Bruce and Beta Elijah stood equally serious.“You will remain here until it is determined what is to be done with you,” Bruce said coldly and without any inflection in his voice. The curse might have been broken, but old habits die hard, and in the week that followed, it seemed that the crowd’s worst fears were to be fulfilled when Rangnick’s exit would lead. With her hands on the bars, Ema rushed forward sharply. ‘’How could you do this to me? I am supposed to be your Luna. ’’ ‘’S**t,’’ Elijah corrected, his words conveying a disappointed undertone. “And that does not justify your behavior, Ema; you have betrayed the pack, risked lives, and worst of all, have hurt Amelia. And as we speak, she is nowhere to be found." This just enra
Tensions would rise within the pack any time the sun rose over the area. The pack continued as usual, but there was a sense of unease. Something was wrong. Bruce stood sternly before the wolves in the heart of their territory, demanding dominion. Elijah stood beside Bruce, observing the crowd and patiently waiting for someone to decide to turn against Barabbas. "We discovered betrayal among us late the night before," Bruce announced aloud to the pack members he had assembled. "Ema, whom some of you had worked with, has been arrested for felony against the pack and its members." If we can call them fans, Ema used to have a lot of young wolf admirers. Because of this, many found her descent to be unbearable. "I understand that this information might be distressing for a few of you," Bruce continued. "You all need to be on high alert; even the slightest indication of anything out of the norm should be reported. Do not be like the idiots who cannot stand one another; we cannot
It was evening, and night had descended over the small city where Amelia had found herself, she was... sitting on the bed of the motel that she had leased, her thoughts whirling. She has strolled through the city streets all day, constantly gazing behind her, fearing that she will recognize someone. However, now Amelia was in her room alone, and with all the doors and windows closed, she had no place to run to and avoid the thoughts that tormented her continuously. She leaned over her bed, white-faced and enraged, challenging herself to plead for his pardon; she missed Bruce with an intensity that startled her. Their marriage was a weak spot for them because it was founded initially as a business-like relationship. But it got lost in the process and became so much more. And Elijah. . . Something crashed into Amelia’s chest at the notion of how she must be suffering him at the time. But they had urged her to console herself with the notion that she was protecting them. Whether it
Meanwhile, Elijah was holding the phone carefully. “Ema’s making her move,” he remarked simply. This shows she is leading the pack to look for Amelia. Bruce looked up, frowning and snarling low in his throat. ”But to dare and mention Amelia’s name after what she has done?” Elijah let out a deep breath and collapsed into a chair. ‘I bet she will round up rogues. Some of them still listen to her, Bruce. They do not realize the extent of her deceit. The statement regarding the newest advancement gives her quite a convincing air of someone who cares and is doing something. ‘While we appear incompetent for not having discovered Amelia yet,’ Bruce resumed the final half of the e-mail with venom. He struck the tabletop with his hand, where the wood broke. “Just my damn luck, how can I end up not being able to locate my mate?” Elijah tilted his chair forward gingerly as if what he was about to tell her was intimate and dangerous. ‘Bruce, you have to remember, Amelia might
Amelia had become familiar with the beat of the bus engine over the past few weeks. She had left home and traveled to another state and made sure that even the traces of her old life were not traceable. Now, as she glanced out of the window, seeing the immense expanse of Seattle, she could feel the nervousness mixed with the desire in her stomach. This was it. The site where she would begin all over again. After sensing she was being followed in where she had just left. When the bus was almost at the terminal, Amelia packed the few possessions that she had with her. The rucksack she slung on her back included just the things she has in her life today: spare clothes, limited cash, and a new mobile phone she bought to ensure she could not be tracked. Though not much, it was the beginning of a dream. Disembarking from the bus, Amelia inhaled a sharp breath at the cool, pure air of Seattle. People were going about their business undeterred, mindful of the woman they jostled as they w
A flurry of the next three days went by as Amelia tried to get ready for her first shift. She buried herself in the thick tome Margaret had loaned her, studying the staff handbooks, inventory organization, and other requirements. She also got nice shoes and was ready to be comfy all day since she knew she would be on her feet most of the time. Finally, Saturday arrived. The day could not come soon enough, and Amelia woke up early with butterflies in her tummy. She attired herself correctly in black pants and a white shirt, which was a uniform of the store, and made her hair plain and tied it. Looking at the white edifice in front of her and thinking about what is inside it as Amelia was walking to the bookstore, she allowed herself to have pride. So far, she had come from the broken girl who had run away from the hospital a few weeks before. Here she was in a strange place, preparing to start her new career. It was neither ornate nor exquisite, but it was her life, which she
Days of driving had made the steady roll of the tires and the pulse of the automobile against the earth a comfortable background to the tumult in Elijah’s head. He held the steering wheel with both hands, his fingers stiffened from the knots of anxiousness while driving on the country roads,which contain lots of curves. The villas gazed through the huge windows opened on the upstate of the town, town, painted green to the horizon, but Elijah was not charmed by the view. All he could think about was the task that was to be done——a job that he had been fearing since the day they knew Amelia was gone. It had been a while since Amelia left the cabin, cabin, and no one in the family or Pack had seen her. Months of intensive work investigating every single lead that could be found. But as the days grew into weeks and then into months with no trace of her, Elijah and Bruce had been forced to face a hard reality. reality. Not only did Amelia not want to be found, but he also opted to f
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