Death's Day!"Damon! Run!," someone said to him, sounding very frantic.As the sun began to rise, casting a soft golden glow across the landscape, the world awakened to the tranquil beauty of a cool morning in the heart of the werewolf's territory. The air carried a slight chill, causing one's breath to form gentle clouds as he exhaled.The mist hung low, draping the forest in an ethereal veil. It danced among the ancient trees, graciously swirling and twirling around the gnarled branches. The delicate morning dew clung to the leaves, glimmering like a thousand tiny diamonds, adding a touch of enchantment to the atmosphere.The sky above was painted in hues of pale blue, adorned with wisps of pink and orange as the sun made its ascent.Through the forest, gentle gusts of winds rustled the leaves, creating a soothing melody. The scent of damp earth mingled with the sweet fragrance of blooming wildflowers, infusing the air with a crisp and invigorating freshness. The melodious songs of
No time to die!"Run! Damon!," he heard the voice again."Father!," he said, as he struggled to see through the darkness, the pushing and shoving, as the people scampered for safety against the enemy.Just then, the power was restored, causing everyone to stand still, as they saw for the first time who the enemy was."Father!," Damon said again, shocked at the sight. Standing behind his father, Grace and Sophia were three men who had the appearance of the devil, each placing a sword to the throat of the victim they had in their custody. He looked around to see clearly what had happened. Just as the nightmare, nothing was different. The blood of those he loved flowed to his path, with those still alive barely able to muster strength to fight back. Jack was dead, with his throat slit. He couldn't find Emily, but he was certain she, too, had suffered the same fate. "Who are you!? What do you want from us!?," he fumed at the attackers. He tried to fight back, but he was clearly too outnum
It was a beautiful morning, even though the events of the past night made one question this writer. The sun had come out for work earlier than usual, shining so brightly, as if it was a typical Christmas morning. The birds, not left out, kept on chirping, as if they had a glimpse of what was to come. The sky was a clear blue, the color more overwhelming than that worn by the blues of London. The air, as always had been, was crisp and fresh. Everything seemed to point to a day whose story would be told with care and time.Damon had woken up to the sound of birds singing and the gentle breeze blowing through his hair. Those songs reminded him of Grace."Sometimes I wonder if we really do have the same blood flowing through our veins," he had sarcastically said to her, laughing. "I don't understand why you sing like the angels, yet I don't, not even if I had to save my life by singing.""Come on, Damon, we all have got our strength. Like you, I would love to play the keyboard so effortle
"I have made up my mind, Alicia. We need to get rid of that stranger. I believe he is a spy from another pack, and he's here to sabotage us," Lord Cage said to her. He had sent Alicia to go check on him at the cell earlier. "Find out who he is and who he works for," he had instructed her.She had returned looking less suspicious about him. "I don't think he is someone we should be worried about, father," she had said to him. Even though she was not completely convinced about that, she felt he was just a harmless prisoner, a victim of circumstance. Somehow, she felt connected to his story without even knowing what it was."Did you find out from him?," he had asked her, surprised that she had been too quick to judge him in such a manner."No, father, I was busy attending to his wound that I forgot, but he seems harmless and…""I can't believe you're saying this, Alicia!," he said, disappointed."I'm sorry, father," she said.Ignoring her, he went on: "Here is my judgment: The prisoner w
"Yes," he said, looking at her with such surprise on his face."What?," she asked, finally realizing that he had his eyes on her."Why are you interested about him?.""I'm not!," she argued, looking away."Then why you interested in him? Don't lie to me," he said. He knew she was lying, for her reaction had given her away."I have nothing to hide," she said, still avoiding contact with his searching eyes."I believe you," he sarcastically said. "I should be back with my friends; my time is done here," he said, turning to walk away from her.She watched on in desperation as he took a couple of steps away from her."Wait, please," she said, running in his direction. As she watched him gradually walk away from her, Lord Cage's words seemed to reverberate more in her mind…."A fortnight, that's all you've got to convince me that he's not what and who I think he is. If nothing comes out after that, I will kill him myself.""What!," he asked, too angry to look at her."I shouldn't have lied
"Who I am doesn't matter; I wanna help you," she said to him, ignoring his question."Help me?," he asked, trying not to laugh. Clearly, he considered her statement quite funny. She didn't look to him like one who could offer him the kind of help he wanted. He believed his life meant nothing if he didn't avenge the death of his pack. Only the head of Lord Zack, delivered in a pot of boiling water, would satisfy him. "You can't help me," he added, looking very angry."Damon," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "I need to know the truth. Who are you really?."Damon hesitated for a moment, contemplating if she deserved to be told the truth or not. Even though she had dealt with him kindly, he wasn't sure he could trust her."Don't be fooled by kindness, for it is a weapon of destruction," his father, Lord Savage, had once warned him."Please, Damon, I need to know the truth," she said again, sounding desperate."I can't trust you with the truth," he just said, avoiding contact with
Lord Cage’s eyes blazed with fury as he looked down at the stranger, Damon, who had dared to attack his daughter, Alicia. The crowd had gathered around them, eager to see the punishment that would be meted out to him."Alicia, you must come with me quickly!" Zed had come running to her, bearing the news of the alpha's intention to have "the stranger severely punished," as he put it. "He doesn't look like he's going to escape his wrath," he added.Quickly, Alicia stopped her training with the girls and ran with him, outpacing him. Her heart kept on skipping beats as she ran, scared that he would be dead she reached them."That motherfucker!," she shouted as she ran, making reference to Fidelis. Again, he had proven to her that he couldn't be trusted. He had clearly told the alpha about the attack."She got there right on time, just as Lord Cage was about to say the words…“Bring me the whip,” he commanded, his voice cold and hard."Father!," she shouted, as he threw the first whip.Ali
"You don't seem happy about your decision to let him go," Duffy said to h, as he watched him stare into the empty space Alicia had disappeared from. Occasionally, he would shake his head, as if he disapproved of his own decision."Do you think I did the right thing by reneging on my decision?," he said, making reference to the stranger."You always do the right thing, Lord Cage.""Don't patronize me, Duffy, please," he said, unimpressed. "All I want is the truth." He knew Duffy better than any. He wouldn't do anything to hurt the alpha, for he never saw any fault in him, no matter what he did."I speak the truth," Duffy said."Tell me what you know about the stranger's key. I wanna know why he decided to hide it under a necklace," he said, dangling it before him."I have heard ancient stories about the key. Only a few people have ever been known to have it. If the stranger has it, then it means he is like us.""Is that all?," he asked, anxious."He must be the son of an alpha," he add
The atmosphere at the safe house was heavy with emotions as Thomas and Ariana returned, their arrival bringing a sense of both relief and trepidation. The trio of Frederick, Catherine, and Thomas reunited, their embrace exuding a mixture of love, relief, and determination. Their shared warmth and affection for one another formed a protective shield against the impending danger that lurked in their world.As they held each other tightly, Thomas whispered words of courage and determination to his companions, reminding them of their unwavering bond and the strength they possessed as a united force. Their eyes, shimmering with a combination of tears and resolve, reflected the unwavering determination to fight for what they held dear.“I feared the worst,” Frederick said, as he held on to Ariana. Turning to Thomas, he said, “You have proven yourself worthy of my trust. Thank you. I owe you one”“You owe me nothing,” he just said. “Everything I have done is nothing compared to the evil my h
Tom tossed and turned in his sleep, his face contorted with fear and pain. He was trapped in a nightmare that haunted him that night; a nightmare that he wished he could forget, but could never escape.He saw his sister, Ariana, hanging on a wooden stake, her hands and feet bound with iron chains. She was pale and weak, blood dripping from her wounds. She looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to save her. But he was powerless, unable to move or speak.And then, he saw Lord Zack standing in front of her, holding a silver dagger. He wore a dark cloak that covered his body, hiding his wolf form. He smiled wickedly, showing his sharp fangs."Hello, Philip," he said as soon as he saw him, his voice cold and mocking. "Did you miss me? You should come join the party,” he beckoned on him.Tom felt a surge of anger and hatred, but also fear and guilt. He was scared that he would hurt Ariana if he did nothing about it. He had to react, and react swiftly."Let her go, you monster!" he sh
It was a rainy morning, and the guards of Lord Zack's camp were on high alert. They had been on the lookout for Thomas and ‘his gang of rebels,’ as Lord Zack referred to them. Worried that they would attack them anytime, he had stationed his guards at the outskirt of the pack's camp.“Bring them to me, dead or alive. I don't fucking care how you do it,” he had instructed them.That morning, as they had become accustomed to since he escaped, the guards scanned the horizon, looking for any signs of movement. They were armed with silver bullets and crossbows, ready to shoot at anything that moved. Suddenly, they saw a figure emerging from the mist, walking slowly towards them. They raised their weapons, and their leader shouted, "Who are you? Identify yourself!"The figure came closer, and they recognized him. It was Thomas, the ‘rebel’ leader. He was alone, and unarmed. He looked tired and wounded, his clothes torn and bloody. He had a bandage around his head, covering one of his eyes.
Fidelis was furious as he stormed the alpha's chamber that morning. He wasn't going to just lie low because Alicia had reminded him how brutal Lord Loc was. He had messed with his sister, and he was going to make him pay for it."Get them!," he yelled, as he demanded that Lord Loc's men be arrested and brought before him.Hunter, who had woken up to the sound of his command, tried to put up a resistance, but he was overwhelmed by Fidelis' men. They outnumbered him and his companions, and they fought with savage ferocity. Hunter felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as one of them hit him with a sharp object, drawing blood. He swung his claws at another, but missed. He was tackled to the ground by two more, who pinned him down and snarled at him."Kneel!," Fidelis commanded him, as he stood over him with a triumphant smirk. He wanted to humiliate him and make him submit to his authority. He wanted to show him he was not one to be scared of Lord Loc."You will pay for this, I swear," Hunter
The moon hung high in the star-studded sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the silent forest. The night air was still, devoid of any sounds except for the distant rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation, as if the very stillness of the night foretold the forthcoming events that would unfold.Hunter's words echoed in Alicia's mind as she walked away from him, his awkward smile etched in her memory.“Remember, no one must know of the great sufferings you have endured in his hands,” he had reminded her, smiling awkwardly. “You must know that I've got my eyes on you,” he added.“You do not need to remind me of how evil your lord is,” she said to him. Alicia felt a surge of adrenaline as she walked away from Hunter, who had just reminded her of Lord Loc’s threatHis uncompromising reminder only fueled her determination to seek justice for the immense sufferings she had endured under his cruel hands. She couldn't bear to let anyone el
The early morning sun cast a golden glow over the forest, as Alicia returned to Lord Cage's camp. She felt a surge of relief as she saw the familiar tents and banners of her father's pack. She had been away for four weeks, visiting Lord Loc's camp as his mate. It was supposed to be a diplomatic gesture, a way to strengthen the alliance between the two powerful alphas, but Alicia knew the truth. She was nothing but a pawn, a means to an end, a solution to a prophecy she had not spoken of.She was greeted by a royal entry, as the guards who had accompanied her saluted and cheered. They had been loyal and respectful to her, but they had no idea what she had endured. They only saw the lavish gifts and clothes that Lord Loc had bestowed upon her, not the bruises and scars that he had inflicted on her. They only heard the sweet words and promises that he had whispered to her, not the insults and threats that he had spat at her.Even from close range, they still could not see beyond the make
Damon had been looking forward to seeing Alicia even before he returned from the war. He knew the time for the prophecy to be gilfilled was edging closer, and he wanted to spend one more time with her before her mate came for her.It was the third day since they returned, uet he had not set eyes on her. At first, he thought she wanted the time alone to herself, to be confined to the comfort of her bed, as she would always say, but then, he became worried when he noticed that none of the maids had taken fruits to her, which she preferred having every evening. Curious, he got some of her favorite fruits and went to her room to check on her, hoping that he would find her there. But when he got there, the place was empty, devoid of any human activity for the past days. The bed was neatly made, the closet was half-empty, and there was no sign of her presence. He felt a pang of worry in his chest. Where was she? Has something happened to her?Confused, he walked out, as he looked for someon
PreviouslyJulie, who was being tied to a tree in the woods and watched over by two guards, began to think of a means to escape from them. She couldn't afford the thought of Alicia seeing her. She looked at the guards briefly, as she thought of a way to outfox them.She came up with a plan. Immediately , she pretended to be in so much pain. "Please help me," she said to the swordsmen.One tried to attend to her, but the other quickly stopped him. "She's our prisoner," he reminded him."You don't have to remind me," the other cut him short, not impressed with him. "But she's in so much pain, can't you see? We must help her.""My legs and hands hurt so much," she continued writhing in pain, trying to draw their sympathy."She's lying," the other said, not impressed with her."No! We must help her," the other responded."She's dangerous."Ignoring his partner's caution, he bent over to her, took the chains off her hands and legs. "Five minutes, and you shall be back on
Worried that he was losing them, Lord Zack dragged Ariana by the chains that bound her wrists and ankles, ignoring her cries of pain and defiance. He stopped at the edge of the forest, where he thought Frederick and Thomas were hiding. He raised his voice and shouted, "I know you can hear me, Frederick. I know you are hiding in there. I am only going to give you one chance to save your sister or she'll be dead!""You will do no such thing," Ariana whispered to him, struggling to free herself from his firm grip."You must mistake me for a weakling," he said, tightening his grip on her. "You have just five minutes to come out from your hiding, you and your friend," he shouted again."Do not listen to him!," she shouted. "Run, don't worry about me. Death is but a necessary sacrifice I must make.”"Shut up!," he tried to force her to keep quiet, but she bit his hand, drawing blood. He slapped her hard, making her fall to the ground. He kicked her in the ribs, making her gasp for air.“Run