As Fidelis began to make his way out of the forest, he saw a figure in the distance. It was a woman, and she looked lost. He couldn’t see her face, but something about her seemed familiar. He slowed down, trying to get a better look. And then he saw her face.It was Julie!He waited to see if she had company, but she didn't seem to have any. Rather, she kept on looking over her shoulders, as if she suspected someone was following after her.“Julie,” he called out to her. She turned around, looking for the source of the voice. When she saw Fidelis, she let out a surprised gasp.“Fidelis! What are you doing out here alone? It’s dangerous,” she said.“It’s quite a story,” he began. “Where have you been? I never thought I would set my eyes on you again,” he said, his voice filled with surprise.“Come with me,” Julie hurriedly said, leading him to a hut hidden at the heart of the forest.The hut was small, but cozy. It was made of wood, with a thatched roof. There was a small fire burning
PreviouslyDamon had left the safety of the pack behind that night, embarking on a journey that he had no idea where it would lead. As he ventured deeper into the thick of the forest, darkness cloaked his surroundings, enveloping him in an eerie ambiance. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting shadows upon his path and lending an ethereal touch to the gloomy atmosphere.The night echoed with the symphony of wildlife, yet Damon found himself utterly alone amidst the wilderness. The rustling leaves and gentle hooting of owls played a melancholic melody that seemed to resonate with his somber thoughts. It was as if the birds and leaves were the only witnesses to his solitude, their presence offering him a sliver of companionship in his desolate journey.He felt more lonely than he had ever been.As exhaustion seeped into his weary bones, Damon decided to rest for a few hours. He sought refuge beneath the shelter of a towering oak tree, its ancient branches providi
Ariana locked herself up in her room, desperate to find solace amidst the chaos that had unfolded before her in the past couple of days. Her gaze fixated on the worn leather book that lay before her, its pages filled with stories of both happiness and sorrow. With trembling hands, she traced the intricate patterns etched onto the cover, taking a deep breath as memories threatened to overwhelm her.“If you do not find the truth you seek there, then know that evil has prevailed,” Catherine had said to her whilst handing it over to her. The confidence she exuded as she spoke made Ariana all the more curious to unravel the mysteries hidden behind the black ink.As she closed her eyes, Ariana was transported back in time to the day Lord Zack first arrived in their small town. He was a man of unparalleled beauty, possessing an effortless charm that drew the attention of nearly every lady in the vicinity. Women would swoon as he passed, their eyes longing for his attention, but his own gaze
Thomas’ sudden appearance had left Judah excited and curious. He had no idea what Thomas meant when he said, the next morning, “it’s time I made myself known,” but he was eager to find out.“It was overdue,” he chuckled, when he finally understood. “Though times have changed, I am confident that you will have no difficulty blending with us. I'm sure the others would be happy to receive you.”“Yeah,” Thomas replied, his eyes fixed on Judah.“I will inform Frederick about your presence,” Judah said, trying to be helpful.But Thomas quickly cut him off. “No, I will do that myself. I am no stranger to him,” he smiled.After breakfast, Thomas set out to see Frederick. He found him speaking with Ariana, and as he walked closer to them, he could see the surprise and shock on their faces.“Hey, Freddie,” he said, smiling broadly. “Long time, my friend.”“Thomas Asante!?,” they both chorused, their eyes wide with disbelief.“There is only one Thomas,” he said to them, laughing. He hugged Fredd
Fidelis lay weak and battered in his bed, still recovering from the brutal attack by Zed. His body throbbed with pain, his muscles aching from the relentless assault. The wounds inflicted by his sword were slowly healing, but it would take time for him to regain his full strength.As Fidelis struggled to find comfort among the pillows, he heard a soft knock on his door. Without waiting to be signaled inside, Damon entered the room with a silent grace.“Damon,” Fidelis stuttered, his voice barely heard.“Save your strength, my friend,” Damon whispered into his ear. “I'm here to make you feel better.”In his hands, he held a small vial filled with a mysterious concoction. With gentle hands, he applied the ointment to the area where the sword had pierced Fidelis's side, ensuring that the wound remained clean and infection-free. The balm stung, causing Fidelis to hiss in pain, but he knew it was necessary for his recovery.“Easy, Damon,” he weakly let out, unable to bear the pain anymore.
The morning dew glistened on the grass, creating a soft mist that enveloped the forest. Damon breathed in the fresh air, feeling the sweat drip from his forehead. He had just returned from his daily run at the gym, where he trained his body and mind to be ready for any challenge. He loved the feeling of being strong and powerful.He needed to quickly freshen up so he could attend to Fidelis, whose recovery had taken longer than he had expected. He wss worried that the wound wouldn't heal properly.He entered the room, as he quickly used the bathroom. He had expected to find Tom in the kitchen, making breakfast for them, as he loved to. But instead, he saw him sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the wall. He looked pale and shaken, as if he had seen a ghost. Damon felt a surge of concern and rushed to his side."Tom, what's wrong? You look terrible," he said, putting his hand on his shoulder.Tom flinched and turned to face him. His eyes were wide and fearful, and his voice was tr
That night, Lord Zack's men marched to Isabella's hut with a grim determination. They wore silver armor and carried silver weapons, enchanted by Lord Zack himself to resist the her curse.He had given them a very precise instruction before they set out…“I want her alive…”Isabella was having a conversation with Daniel when she suddenly stopped.“Isabella,” Daniel said, surprised at her sudden demeanor.“Quiet!,” she whispered to him.“They are coming!,” she said, after paying attention to what only she had an idea of.She had heard their footsteps and smelled their metallic scent. She knew they were coming for her. Quickly, she grabbed a cloak and a dagger and ran to the back door, hoping to escape into the woods. But it was too late. They had already surrounded her hut, forming a tight circle of steel and magic. She saw no gaps, no way out.Daniel, who had seen them, looked dazzled at Isabella's reaction. He had not expected her to make a run for it. "We cannot be cowards, Isabella!
Previously“Frederick! Stop!,” Ariana had said to him, as she struggled to keep pace with him.“Do not try to stop me, Ariana!,” he warned her, furious. “Go back! I must make him pay for betraying me, for betraying us.”“I will come with you,” she said, seeing that she could not get him to change his mind.“Don't!,” he snapped.“Try to stop me,” she said, as she moved ahead of him.“Fine!,” he said, catching up with her.They met him just as he was walking out of his room.“Hey, guys,” he said to them, smiling. “I wasn't expecting you.”Frederick and Ariana stood face to face with Judah, a storm brewing within them. Frederick's normally calm and composed demeanor flickered with furious intensity as he approached Judah, every step resonating with his burning anger. His eyes blazed with a seething fire, his nostrils flaring with each breath. His hands balled into fists, trembling with the desire to unleash his wrath upon the betrayer before him.Ariana, on the other hand
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