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
Thomas had stood near Judah's body, confused, wondering what to do. He had killed him in self-defense, but he knew no one would believe him. He couldn't afford to be caught.He waited until it was midnight before perfecting his acts. He had dragged the body deeper into the forest, away from any trails or roads. He then proceeded to dig a hole in the ground, big enough to fit Judah's corpse. He had wrapped him in his own coat, as a sign of respect. He then muttered a silent prayer, asking for forgiveness and peace.“I'm sorry, mate. I swear, I didn't mean for any of these to happen. I swear on your grave that I will make sure Lord Zack pays for every evil he has committed; I will protect Ariana and Frederick from his wrath,” he said.He covered him with dirt and leaves, and marked the spot with a small cross made of twigs.He made sure no one saw him. He had used his enhanced senses to scan the area for any signs of life. He had avoided any lights or sounds that could attract attention
The air was thick with tension as Lord Zack stormed into the dark and damp cell where Frederick and Ariana were being kept. He glared at them with fury in his eyes, his fangs bared and his claws ready to strike."You dare defy my order!," he barked at them, angry. "You bear my blood in those veins, and you will obey me!"Frederick looked at Ariana, who looked as amused as he was. Chuckling for a moment, he looked straight into Lord Zack's eyes, unafraid. He stood up and faced him, his posture defiant. "Ariana and I muust really be unlucky to have your blood. You kust have been sold a lie ny thinking we connsider it an honor. You are not our father, you are a monster," he said to him. "You used to have our respect, but you have lost it. You have betrayed our pack, our family. You may have us locked up here, but you cannot break us. We are determined to spill your blood. I don't fucking care if I have to give up my life for that."Lord Zack snarled and nearly lunged at him, but Ariana i
Lee slammed the door behind him as he entered his home, his face twisted in rage. He had just returned from a meeting with Lord Loc, and he was furious that his advice had been ignored. He had tried to warn him about the danger of trusting Hunter.“You would be making a very grave mistake by trusting him, my lord. He is but a stranger, one that leaves us with no trace of his past,” he had said to him, sounding very convincing.Lord Loc had looked at him for long, surprised at his sudden and dramatic disapproval of Hunter, the very person he had, a couple of weeks ago, spoken lavishly about, convincing him that he was worth keeping with the pack.“Why do you hate him? Is there more than you speak?,” he asked Lee, his voice calm.“I do not hate him, my lord. I am only worried that he has so easily warmed his way into your heart. You have chosen to pay more attention to the things he says tonyou than you do mine. I worry that he is a spy, a traitor, or worse, a hunter who seeks preys. I
As Lord Zack made his way to the seers' domain at night, his strides were heavy with worry and confusion. The weight of his troubled heart burdened his every step, for he sought answers to a grievous question that tormented his soul. Why had everyone he held dear suddenly turned against him? Such a thought was a dagger to his heart, and an icy shiver pricked at his spine.Upon entering the seers' chamber, the air was infused with an aura of mysticism, the scent of incense caressing his senses. The room was awash with ethereal light, casting dancing shadows upon the aged stone walls. The seers, draped in mystical robes, greeted him with solemn looks etched upon their faces, their eyes bearing the wisdom of countless ages.“You must have missed your way, Lord Zack,” one of them said to him.“Surely, trouble lurks in your path,” another said.“He must think of us as saviors,” another remarked, looking unimpressed.Lord Zack, beads of perspiration glistening on his brow, approached them w