Valentine smiled. "What makes you think I want something else?" He asked "You are being generous." Fay told him. "Is that a bad thing?" He asked but didn't allow her to answer. "You are having my child, I meant it when I said you shall want for nothing." He told her. Fay looked at him suspiciously. She knew he never did anything without an ulterior motive. She asked him why he was doing all of this for her. He just smiled and said he wanted her to be happy. Fay couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She knew she had to be cautious around him. She thanked him for his generosity and finished her breakfast quickly. She excused herself from the table and went back to her room. As Fay lay on her bed, she couldn't help but feel trapped. She had been working tirelessly with the resistance group for months now, trying to bring an end to Valentine's reign of terror. They had made some progress, but it was always one step forward and two steps back. It seemed as though no
The mages watched in surprise as their master whistled happily all morning. They whispered amongst themselves, wondering what could be the reason for his joy. One of them finally summoned the courage to ask him. "Master, forgive us for prying, but we can't help but notice your happiness this morning. May we know the reason?" the mage asked. The master mage looked at them with a smile and replied, "I am happy because I sense in my spirit that a force is coming to challenge the tyrant." The mages looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what their master meant. "What force, master?" one of them asked. "I do not know yet, but I can feel it. The winds of change are blowing, and the tyrant will soon face a challenge like never before," the master mage said with conviction. The mages were still confused but felt a sense of hope in their master's words. They continued with their work, but their minds were now filled with questions about what the future holds. ==== Somehow
May tossed and turned in her bed, unable to shake off the worries that plagued her mind. She was worried sick about Martin's trip to the Crescent moon Pack and couldn't find solace in her thoughts. After some time, she gave up trying to sleep and decided to seek comfort from someone who would understand. Hercules was the first person who came to mind. She quietly made her way to his room, tapped him on the shoulder, and whispered that she needed to talk to him. Hercules, still groggy from sleep, nodded in understanding and led her outside to the hallway to avoid disturbing Audrey. "What's wrong?" Hercules asked, concern etched on his face as he looked at May's troubled expression. "I want to go with Martin to Crescent moon Pack," she said firmly. Hercules looked at her incredulously. "Are you joking? You can't just go running off like that." May shook her head. "I'm serious. I want to go as the beta female." Hercules sighed. "May, I can't allow you to go. It's too dangerous." Ma
Martin waited for what seemed like eternity before he heard shuffling and soon a figure came off the inner chamber. The Alpha was tall with broad shoulders and like the rest of the pack clothed in Animal skin. He bowed "Greetings dear Alpha." He greeted but to his surprised the big man only smacked his tongue. Martin looked up at him in confusion. Has he done something wrong? He wondered. "I am not the Alpha." The man responded. Martin's confusion grew deeper. "If you are not the Alpha, then who are you?" He asked. "I am Maguire the beta." He replied Martin was taken aback. "You are the beta? Why then did that pack member bring me to you?" He asked. "Just like every other Up worlder you ask too many questions. " He replied "Up worlder?" Martin asked "Yes. We know you people call us the Cavemen so to make our younglings happy we call you all the Up worlders." Maguire explained. "Anyway, Were you expecting him to just take you to our Alpha?" He asked Martin knew anything he
Martin felt his jaw drop slightly at the Alpha's words. He had never heard of a pack Alpha marrying so young, let alone taking multiple wives. He glanced over at Maguire, who was stoically sipping his drink and avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. The girl, who had been nervously twirling her hair, looked up at the Alpha with a small smile. Martin could see that she was trying her best to appear happy and content, but he could see the sadness in her eyes that he couldn't ignore. He wondered what kind of life she would have, being married off to a man old enough to be her father. The Alpha seemed to sense Martin's discomfort and quickly changed the subject, asking him about his journey and how he had been faring in the Crescent Moon Pack. Martin tried to focus on the conversation, but his mind kept wandering back to the young girl sitting beside the Alpha. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for all the other women in the pack who had been forced into such a life. T
Hercules sat across from Martin in the living room. “I don’t think I can guarantee the loyalty of the black diamond pack.” Martin stated Hercules raised a brow, “Why do you say so?” He asked Martin sat up, “Anna is his daughter, and by now I’m sure he already knows Anna is dead. It won’t be difficult to put two and two together before he finds out it is Audrey’s doing.” He explained Hercules sat back relaxing into his chair. “What other options do we have!” He asked “I think we can meet with still water packs and Fury pack.” Martin suggested “I don’t know about that. They are even more uncivilized than the crescent moon pack.” Hercules argued “Uncivilized yes, but not without loyalty.” Martin pressed “Okay, we will establish contact with them and see what happens.” “Alright. I will leave at first light so I can get there on time.” Martin suggested “What pack are you heading to first?” Hercules asked “Fury pack. They are the closest. I will stay there a day then head over
Could he had known it would be so consuming? Everything about her was vivid and honed sharp. Her taste an intoxicating mix of both lavender and lily so livid. Her skin as lush as petals drenched in evening dew. Her scent as dark as his own passion. Her need as sharp as a freshly whetted blade. She arched against him, offering, challenging, crying out when he sought. Pleasure aroused in him as her small agile body pressed against his. Strong willful she rolled over him to exploit and explore until his breath was on fire in his lungs and his body a mass of sensation. His wolf didn't like her taking control, but Hercules had lost the will to fight at the moment. Half-mad he tumbled with her on the ground. When he lifted himself over her, he could see the wild curtain of her hair like a dark cloud, the deep, rich glow of her eyes as they clung to his. Her breathing was as hurried a s his own. Her body as willing. Palm to palm their hands met, fingers gripping hard like one soul graspi
May and Martin kept walking for hours under the hot sun, with May determined to keep going despite feeling weak on her knees. Martin noticed her struggles and suggested they rest for a while, but May refused, not wanting to seem weak. "I'm fine, let's keep going," she insisted. However, as she wobbled and stumbled, Martin grew tired of her stubbornness and lifted her up to a nearby tree, saying, "No, you need to take a break. You're pushing yourself too hard." May reluctantly shook her head. "May, you can't keep pushing yourself like this," Martin said, his voice filled with concern. "We've been walking for hours, and you're clearly struggling. Just take a break for a few minutes, and then we can continue." May hesitated, but the heat and fatigue were starting to take a toll on her. She finally gave in and allowed Martin to lift her to a nearby tree. She gratefully took off her sandals, feeling the coolness of the tree's shade on her bare feet. "Thanks," May said softly, looking up