Emily and Frederick waited until midnight before making their way to the pack house. They had carefully followed the path Frederick was convinced was safe. As they approached the house, Emily could hear the sounds of other werewolves howling in the distance. Eventually, they arrived just before the moon deemed her light, just when everyone but the guards seemed to have retired to bed. The pack house was located deep in the forest, surrounded by tall trees and dense undergrowth.They were both exhausted from the day’s events, and Emily fell asleep as soon as they arrived. Frederick went in to check up on the alpha, but he too had fallen victim to nature's prowess. Tired, he went into the room where Emily lay and dozed off. Just like the others, he was no match to nature's demand.When she woke up, it was early morning. The sun had not yet risen, and the world was covered in a blanket of dew. Emily felt excited as she prepared to meet Frederick’s friends. He had told her so much about t
"Tell me, Emily, how did you do it?," D.J., looking surprised, asked her. Just like Ariana and Judah, he too was surprised that Frederick, the same Frederick that had said falling in love was for the weak, had, in his own words, become a weakling. He fixed his gaze at her as he desperately waited for her to speak."How did I do what?," she, surprised at his sudden question, asked."He," he continued, looking towards Frederick, who had unsuccessfully tried to give him the sign not to continue with the conversation, "has always boasted before us that he would never fall in love. He keeps on saying no lady has what it takes to make his heart skip beats," he paused, looking towards Judah and Ariana, as if he wanted them to append their signatures to his story."He keeps on saying falling love is for weaklings like us," Ariana, in between laughter, added, lending her voice to D.J. 's words. How he liked that."She's right," D.J continued, satisfied."Don't listen to them, Emily," he said,
Emily’s eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Frederick. "How could you not tell me you’re the son of an alpha?," she demanded, her voice rising with each word. "I thought we had something special, but you’ve been keeping secrets from me all along!"Frederick hung his head in shame. "I’m sorry, Emily," he said softly. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. I was waiting for the right time.” Even though that was the best excuse he could come up with, Emily wasn't buying into it.“The right time?," she scoffed. “There’s never a right time to lie to someone you care about.”Frederick winced at her words, knowing she was right. He took a deep breath and looked up at her. “My name is Frederick Zack, the son of lord Zack, alpha of the dark hearts pack,” he said quietly.Emily’s eyes widened in shock as she heard the name, for it sounded very familiar."Lord Zack?," she asked, convinced that she had not heard him well."Yes, you've met him before?," he asked, surprised at her reactio
She had not seen it coming, his question. The manner at which he looked at her when he asked made her think for a while that he probably had a glimpse of who she was."What did you say, my lord?," she asked, pretending not to have heard. She did that to give herself enough time to come up with an answer, one she thought would made him look away.Smiling, he turned his attention to Frederick. "Could you please fill our glasses with my favorite drink?," he said to him."Yes, father," he said and set off.Meanwhile, Emily's heart sunk into a meltdown the moment she heard him say that to Frederick. Immediately, she knew it was not about the wine, that lord Zack wanted Frederick out of the picture just so he would have time alone with her. She had tried giving him the eye, but he seemed more focused on what the alpha had asked of him."Holy smokes!," she whispered to herself.Having waited until Frederick was out of earshot, lord Zack turned to her. "You know, if there is one thing I love
He got back home later that day, determined to help Emily. She didn't say a word to him, even as he sat close to her by the bedside. She looked lost, continually staring into the empty space in front of her. For a while, he contemplated how to go about it, but the more an idea came up, the more useless he considered it. It was a very frustrating couple of minutes for him.Gently, he took hold of her hand, as he tried to get her attention. Emily's heart raced as she felt the familiar tingle in her fingertips. She knew what was coming next, so she decided to speak before he did."I have no idea what happened over there," she began, even though she made sure not to look at him."Has it ever happened before?," he asked, maintaining a calm demeanor."Yes, but that was a long time ago.’"Did you have control over yourself when it happened back then?," he asked again, his voice low and steady."No," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't know how to control it."Frederick placed a
The evening was a sight to behold. The sky was painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple, as the sun set behind the mountains. The air was crisp and cool, with a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. The leaves rustled softly, creating a soothing melody that filled the air. The moon was already visible in the sky, casting a soft glow over everything.As Fidelis walked through the woods, he couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the evening. He had always loved this time of day, when everything seemed to slow down and the world was bathed in a warm glow. It was in those moments that he loved to think."I never make mistakes when I take decisions, wrapped under nature's warm embrace," he would say to those who cared to listen.Suddenly, he heard a twig snap behind him. He turned around to see Damon, 'Alicia's doom,' as he often referred to him.“What are you doing here?," Fidelis asked, clearly irritated by his presence. He just didn't like Damon. No matter what he did, he was nev
Damon’s heart was pounding as he watched Zed approach his cage. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. He still remembered that night in the forest. Zed was the one who had helped him out of the pit, and helped nurse his injury. He was the last person he remembered seeing his face before he was put to sleep. So surely, he must know about his missing necklace."The way you're looking at me, it seems you have been dying to see me," Zed remarked, awestruck by the manner at which Damon had his eyes fixed on him.“Please! You have to give me that necklace!," Damon pleaded with him, sounding very desperate. "It's the only piece I have of my friends and family. Please, I beg you, let me have it.""Oh, this?," Zed smiled, dangling the necklace before him. "I never knew it's that important to you. Tell me, what door does it open?.""I can't tell you. Please just give it to me," he pleaded further.Zed shook his head. “I can’t do that, Damon.""Why?," he asked, look
It was Tom!Not just him!Damon caught him in discussion with Zed!"He still loves her," he heard him say to Zed."That's not possible!," he said, looking surprised. "He told me he wasn't going to stand in my way, and I believe him.""I swear on the alpha's life, Damon still loves Alicia. He may pretend not to, but he tells me every fucking thing. He is in love with her, you gotta believe me," Tom said, desperate for Zed to believe him."I don't believe you," Zed said, still not completely convinced."He is planning to attack you, just so have her all to himself. You must be ready, else you may have nothing to fight for.""Attack me!?," Zed asked, laughing. "He knows better not to even think of it. Don't worry, he is no match for me. I will see you later," he said and walked away, leaving Tom looking foolish.Damon was boiling with rage, his fist shaking as he watched Tom sell him out. He waited desperately until Zed left, leaving him alone with Tom."Hey, Tom," he said to him, just a
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