Dario had always been a creature of the night, a werewolf who roamed the forests and fields under the silver glow of the moon, and so had no fear when walking in the night but there was something about this particular night that he could not quite put his finger on, but as he left the meeting, a sense of dread washed over him.The meeting had ended with him using the potion on them and watching them dissolve nothing short of disgusting. He felt no remorse anf instead felt proud that at least he had discovered their plans beforehand or else he would have been dead within the first hours as he knew very well that they brought only highly skilled warriors, and combined with the three leaders of those clans, he did not stand a chance. As he made his way back through the dense forest, the familiar paths twisted and turned in ways he had never experienced. The trees loomed overhead, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. It was a road he had traveled countless times, but
As Dario emerged from the shadows of the dark forest, his heart raced with a mix of relief and anticipation. The oppressive darkness that had surrounded him for what felt like an eternity was finally behind him. Each step he took towards the clearing felt heavier, laden with the weight of what he had endured and the hope of reuniting with his mate, Marissa.As he reached the edge of the forest, the sunlight poured over him, warm and welcoming. He paused for a moment, closing his eyes and breathing in the fresh air, the scents of pine and earth grounding him. But it was the scent of Lila that filled his senses, stronger than ever. It was sweet and intoxicating, a reminder of everything he had fought for. He opened his eyes, and quickened his pace. It was already daybreak and the sun had started to shine, somehow bringing him hope that everything was going to be fine. “Marissa”. Was all he could mutter out as his whole being screamed and called for her. He stepped into the clearing, h
With every second that she was not with him, he could feel her absence like a gaping hole in his chest, and the thought of her being away from him was unbearable.He knew he was being unnecessarily clingy but still could not help it and honestly, didn’t want to. Marissa, sensing his distress, refused to leave his side. She spent every moment she could in the infirmary, tending to his wounds and providing comfort while also attending to pack matters with James and Claire mostly. Her touch was soothing, and Dario found solace in her presence. But even with her there, he struggled to keep his hands off her. The moment she entered the room, he wanted to pull her close, to feel her warmth against him, to breathe in her scent. “Dario, you need to rest,” she would say gently, her voice laced with concern, but he could see the way her cheeks flushed when he looked at her, the way her breath quickened when he reached for her. It was a dance of longing, and he was losing control. He lost it
Finally handing over all the responsibilities and stress of the pack, Marissa felt relief like she had never felt before. Somehow, she knew that she would miss some parts of it. Parts lucked with James actually. The man was a comic book in real life. As she told him to keep an eyes of Amelia, he literally turned that to fifty percent of his job and wat he’d her like a hawk. When she ate, he would utter words like: “Of course, that’s exactly how traitors eat”. She had so much fun and the work became very easy because of him. She was thankful for his jovial spirit and maximum efficiency. Dario immediately had her pinned into the wall in his office and she looked around as if to make sure no one sees them. “I think it will be better if they see us though. They will be witnesses that we indeed belong to each other don’t you think?”. He smirked as she lightly slapped his arm. She knew that it was inevitable for them but to make love today as she had been pushing it with the excuse
James took his job of watching Amelia very seriously because he too had suspected her after sharing a little piece of information with her and they were attacked earlier than they were supposed to be. As soon as he heard her grab her keys to the car, he followed, also noting that she had been going out now more than she usually did and it was always shopping but they usually did that and the mall and she was heading to a different place “Did they open a new mall”. He asked himself but deep down, he had already considered ger guilty and only needed actual evidence and confirmation. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the streets as James took his position near the edge of the marketplace. He blended into the crowd, a silent observer amidst the laughter and chatter of villagers going about their daily lives. His eyes were trained on Amelia, who was bustling around, her laughter ringing out like music. To the untrained eye, she seemed to be the epitome of joy and
James stood up and took a look at the scene around him, the moonlight filtering through the dense canopy of trees, casting a silvery glow on the ground. He watched his pack members, their laughter and camaraderie echoing in the night air. It was a rare moment of peace, one that he had longed for amidst the chaos that had plagued them for months.For weeks, Marissa had trusted him with a heavy burden: to keep a watchful eye on Amelia, and he had diligently done it. She had been a loyal member of the pack, but recently, whispers of her disloyalty had begun to surface. James had hoped the rumors were unfounded, but as the days passed, the evidence became impossible to ignore. He felt torn between his loyalty to the pack and the painful knowledge he carried.As he stood there, contemplating his next move, the laughter of his packmates faded into the background. He recalled the night Marissa had first approached him, her voice low and serious. “James, I need you to watch Amelia. Something
Amelia's heart raced as she darted through the dense forest, the moonlight barely piercing the thick canopy above. Each step felt heavy, burdened by the weight of her decisions and the fear of what lay ahead. She could almost hear the whispers of the pack behind her, the rustling leaves echoing the tension that hung in the air. Betrayal was a dangerous game, and she was playing it with fire.It all started when Dario had chosen Marissa over her. Amelia had always admired Dario's strength and leadership, but it was Marissa who had captured his heart. The pain of rejection had cut deep, and in her desperation, Amelia had sought solace in the arms of Rhagan, a prince of the bears who had promised her freedom, adventure and Marissa’s head. Now, as she ran, she feared that James had caught wind of her betrayal, and the thought sent shivers down her spine because it meant that Dario also knew.The moon hung high in the sky, illuminating her path as she navigated through the underbrush. She
The night was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the commotion that was about to unfold. Alpha Dario stood at the center of the pack compound, his powerful presence radiating authority. Around him, representatives from the twenty-five packs gathered, their eyes fixed on the scene with a mix of anticipation and unease.Amelia, once a trusted member of Dario’s pack, now stood shackled before the assembly. Her betrayal had cut deep, not just into the heart of the pack but into the very fabric of their society. Whispers of her treachery had spread like wildfire, igniting anger and disappointment among her former comrades. Dario had called this gathering to deliver justice, a necessary act to maintain order and uphold the laws of their world.Dario’s voice boomed through the clearing, commanding silence. “You all know why we are here. Amelia has betrayed us, aligning herself with our enemies. Her actions have put us all at risk, and for that, she must face the consequences.” His gaze wa