The summit venue was decorated with colorful banners and flags representing each region and all packs. In the center was a circular stage, elevated to provide a better view to all attendees. The seating arrangement was divided by region, with each pack occupying a designated area. The Northern Packs were situated to the left, with Arric and his entourage taking up the front row. The Black Wolves, who controlled the transition zone between the North and East, were seated to the right. Alpha Aricel, who had taken over the Grimtooth Growlers Pack, and The Swiftfang Walkers Pack, occupied the second row, representing the West. Alpha Shadowclaw, who represented the Silvertooth Nightstalkers Pack and the South, was seated in the third row. The other smaller packs who wished to serve as witnesses were seated behind them. The expansive space was equipped with all the necessary amenities. There were comfortable chairs for the attendees, refreshment stands that served a variety of drinks
The night was cold and crisp at Narrow Creek Manor - the perfect weather for the Lycanthropes to come out to play. At the back of the imposing building, a bonfire was roaring, casting flickering shadows across the clearing where the makeshift dining table was set up. The table was long and sturdy, crafted from a thick slab of oak. It was surrounded by rough-hewn log benches and cushioned chairs, where the guests sat. The aroma of grilled meat and roasted vegetables wafted through the air, making everyone's mouths water. Arric sat at the head of the table with Eirika. Beside them were their guests: Aricel and his human girlfriend, Gwenna, Shadowclaw and his son Nigel, Zenesha and Arric's regular crowd: Bishop, Craineghis, Jimothy, Danny, Jeff, Jarom, and York, who was still recovering from his injuries with his mate; Dr. Michelle Riverclaw. There were also other alphas from smaller packs and black guards who were now the founding members of the enforcers. Arric raised his glass of w
"So… another defenseless victim, huh? That's a surprise," she said and continued to laugh almost hysterically now. Mauro came to stand beside her and pulled her painfully by the hair to force her to lift and tilt her face upward and stopped laughing and also to get her close enough to stab her stomach. But Eirika could not be deterred. "Seriously, Mauro, tell me… I'm going to die anyway right? There must be human blood in you somehow," Eirika taunted still. "You fucking bitch!" He snarled. "Soo that's a yes… I thought so too," she said and before he could react, she plunged the knife she had pulled from the rack earlier under his armpit, pushing it deep enough to puncture his heart. His eyes widened in shock. When he tried to stab her still, she gripped his wrist and with a loud growl continued to push the knife through his body with every strength she could muster, shaking from the effort. "You must be dense to think I would be that easy to kill," Eirika snarled, "I killed your
Arric watched as the doctor continued to examine Eirika and then she breathed a sigh of relief. "See here … this hole indicates the bullet went through and did not dislodge in her stomach," she said, showing Arric a hole in Eirika's back. "This is good. You are very lucky, Luna, the bullet missed your baby, we just need to be sure it missed vital organs too." Dr. Michelle Riverclaw worked quickly to patch up Eirika's wound and stop the bleeding. Eirika was in agony, but she stayed still, knowing that the doctor was doing all she could to save her. As soon as Eirika was stabilized, Dr. Michelle Riverclaw said, "We need to get them to the clinic." Her voice was urgent. "And make sure they get the proper care." Arric nodded, his eyes never leaving Eirika and their newborn child. "I'll take care of them," he said with determination in his voice. Arric called out to Danny who was waiting by the door with the others. "How are they? Luna and the pup?" Bishop asked eagerly. "They are
Eirika looked down at her body at the warrior-like yet feminine leather getup her mother had prepared. It was quite an intriguing choice. It depicted her sensuality in the most enthralling way, accentuating all the curves she never knew she had, and also announcing her status, showing power and strength. She thought she looked like a medieval warrior with a Catwoman vibe. Adriana; her mother’s hired beautician, stepped forward to clip a hooded coat around her shoulders. It wrapped around her like a blanket and held together on her left shoulder with a golden brooch of the Pack’s emblem of a wolf with jaws wide open. And now she looked like a warrior princess. "It's… Perfect," Eirika said in almost a whisper. Adriana curtsied with a bow and quietly left with her team. Two of her father’s men came to escort her to the back of the building and down a pathway to an outdoor clearing prepared for the gathering of her homecoming party. The Grey Wolves Pack was quite a number and
Alpha Roffe Barther seized the opportunity, using the distraction to his advantage. He quickly overpowered the weakened alpha and half-shifted causing his claws to extract and deliver the killing blow. "I'm sorry. I have to go to him," Luna Dawn whimpered to Eirika, “Mama, No!” Eirika cried quietly. “I’m sorry. One day you will understand when you find your mate. He is my heart…” she said the last part in almost a whisper. “Mama…” Eirika continued to cry. "Run, my pet, never trust anyone" she muttered right before she pushed away from her daughter. "Mama. NO!" Eirika cried. Luna Dawn ignored her, shapeshifting into a fierce Lycan and letting out a loud vicious roar. Bullets and poisoned darts whizzed through the air in her direction with a few hitting her. She leaped and managed to evade Alpha Roffe Barther from stopping her, scaling through the air at Bowyer. The treacherous beta looked stunned as Luna Dawn jumped him, swiping her claws against his chest, causing him t
Arric and his ten gammas cautiously made their way through the dense woods, their senses on high alert as they searched for any survivors of the attack on the Ironbridge wolf pack in the region of The Grey Wolves. They were all wearing ski masks to conceal their identities, not wanting to be recognized, and carrying a backpack. As they moved deeper into the woods, Arric caught a fresh sweet floral scent added with the scent of freshly cut grass and earth. And then there was the damning smell of blood - a peculiar kind which made him and his beast; Steelclaw uneasy. He picked up speed, startling his men and they rushed after him as he ran through the forest, skipping dead and fallen logs and swatting aside branches, following the trail of the scent. Suddenly, he stumbled upon a deep ditch and came to an abrupt halt. One of his men almost collided with him from behind. Breathing hard, he looked inside the ditch and saw a bloodied, naked female lying sideways and curled up on the dark
"Good afternoon class," said Mr. Barmon; the physics teacher, as he walked into the class, causing all noise to cease. He dropped his folder on the desk, picked up a board marker, and started to write, deftly, on the whiteboard. "Today we're going to be revising one of the most fundamental concepts in physics: Newton's laws of motion," he continued as he wrote Newton's three laws on the board and began to explain each one in detail, turning to face the class, perching on the edge of the table, he folded his slim arms against his chest. "The first law states that an object at rest will remain at rest, and an object in motion will remain in motion with a constant velocity unless acted upon by an unbalanced force." The door to the class was pushed open, interrupting him. A tall young adult with hooded eyes and black hair peered inside. "Come in. Come in, Hartwell, a moment more and you would have missed the fun part," Mr. Barmon said in exasperation. The younger man walked in and to