“ My love, is anything the matter?” Alpha Tyrrell, noticed something strange about Layla’s behavior. Something was not right with the way Layla was glancing strangely at the corners of the house and this got Alpha perplexed.“ Where am I? What am I doing here?” Layla repeatedly asked.Alpha Tyrrell immediately walked up to her and hugged her tightly. She had shock written on her face and was completely lost.“ Who are you?” Layla asked again and this immediately got Alpha Tyrrell more confused. He held her still in his hands, and tightly to his chest and at the same time studying her mode. Layla was acting like someone that was cast a spell on.“What is going on, My love? Tell me. I am your mate, Alpha Tyrrell “ Alpha Tyrrell studied Layla worriedly glancing at her eyes.He knew that the same sensation he felt earlier was responsible for Layla’s weird behavior. This is a spell and Alpha Tyrrell knew that an enemy was around the vicinity. He could smell the presence of a cunny foe
“ Where have you been, Olivier? I have been seen searching everywhere for you” Nat asked Olivier with curiosity in his face.Earlier, Zumba had followed Alpha Tyrrell and Layla out of their chamber after he had cast a spell on Layla.Layla betrayed Lord Duncan and Zumba promised to punish her before taking her back with him to the Vampires camp.He knows that his presence would be needed especially now that Nat is fawning around him, believing him for a she-wolf.To avoid being suspected, he had to change back to his she-wolf, Olivier, to continue his mission.“ Sorry, Nat. I have been in the maid quarter. I had to go do something there” She faked a smile to lessen the suspicion.Nat glanced at her, sensing the uneasiness in her face. He grabbed her hands. “ Are you alright? Your face is troubled” Nat asked, scrutinizing her looks.“ Oh, I'm fine, I just have a bad headache. I think I'm stressed, " Olivier smiled uneasily. This got Nat worried. With one hand, he palmed her for
Alpha Tyrrell paced around in his chambers lost in thought. Layla too sat on the bed in the new chamber in the house. Since the day Layla lost her mind to the evil spell, it has been pretty challenging for Alpha to function as the Alpha of the Wolfhaven pack.The morning was slow. It almost took a full moon for the noon to come.Since Layla lost her mind, Alpha had decided to keep the secret to himself and not let anyone else find it out until he got to the depth of the matter. Layla, however, had been asking strange questions about the people she had once known in the chamber. She could not recognize any of them either.Her refusal to also remain with Alpha made things a bit difficult for him. She was insisting firmly that he take her back to her Aunt.Sadly, she does not remember she was carrying Alpha’s child and had refused to remain with him in his chambers. Bucks of patience are needed now to curb the effects of the spell on her. At least, Alpha was able to subdue the hate h
The pull from Alpha Tyrrell’s body made him begin to suspect an enemy close by. This could only happen when people with black magic are present in a place. It had been decades since Alpha experienced and smelt something with a bad omen swirling in the air. “Where do those powers come from?” Alpha muttered to himself. Some of the maids were close by, working dutifully and running their hands deftly on anything that was labeled work around them.Alpha shifted his attention to the three maids and the guard close to him. He scanned them deep into their eyes in a way that suggested suspicion. One thing kept baffling him. All of these servants had lived serving him diligently but never had such evil occurred around them. Alpha Tyrrell one more glance at them trying to fish the bad egg amongst the four people not far from him but there was not a sign of such evil manipulative acts from any of their faces. That noon, Alpha had somewhere in mind going because of Layla who had an evil s
Alpha rushed down from the woods back to the chamber. Earlier, a familiar sorcerer had told him that nothing was wrong with Layla, his mate and that henceforth he could relate all his secrets to her.This was more strange to Alpha as he kept reminiscing all that the sorcerer said to him. In all the decades he had lived, every sorcerer had said the same thing to him about the secret box. No one must find out what is inside the box.Night had already spread its wings on the earth before Alpha Tyrrell returned from the woods. Immediately he got in, he got a glimpse of Oliveir and Nat embracing themselves at the entrance to the kitchen. All of the maids were off their duty posts and had retired to bed except for some of the guards guiding the building but to Nat and the new maid, it was their daybreak. Alpha ignored the two lovers, after all, Nat was old enough to be mated to mate. Right now, a lot is flooding his mind and he needs wisdom at the moment. Rushing inside Layla's new c
Layla’s words were murderous but Alpha was not moved a bit. He believed that this time, he would carry out his vendetta on the Vampires and Lord Duncan. After Layla’s confession, Alpha suddenly gave out laughing. The sweat gushing out from Layla’s face got him laughing as well.“ It's not funny, my lord. You are in danger and I’m in danger too” Layla replied, very seriously. Now that it is the day to deliver Alpha, Layla is greatly troubled. That night, Layla knows her night would never be peaceful again. Lord Duncan would not spare her life any longer..“ Oh Layla, don't worry, nobody will be able to harm us. I know the journey would be rough but we’d stand by each other and fight forever” Alpha’s words were comforting but not as comfortable as she knows. Danger is just by the walls waiting to destroy her and crush the man she loves. “ I will not be fine and I don't think I will have peace of mind ever again. Duncan would not rest because I’ve betrayed him. He is chasing me an
The soft Serenade of the moons sent chills of comfort to the earth. The vampire castle was almost calm, seeming like they had never done mischief.The glittering of great and small Chandelier lights illuminated the castle showing magnificence and elegance. It's the celebration of Lutana, a great god, who has always been with the Vampires overseeing them in the field.That night, vampires in the camp have to pay homage to the great Lutana, the source of their power and victory over their enemies.At the castle, all the vamps in the camp thronged the castle for the great celebration. They had offered five wolves’ heads in honor of Lutana.“ All worship the great lord Lutana” A sonorous voice filled the air which was immediately accompanied by a devoted response. “ All Hail the lord, all hail Lutana ” A cooperative response filled the castle, almost yanking the roof of the castle away.Lord Duncan sat on his skull throne, cooperatively uttering his prayers to the great god as others
“ Where did that bastard disappear to? Where the hell did he go?”Lord Duncan kept turning around, glancing menacingly at the empty air in search of Alpha Tyrrell.“ You can't just leave Tyrrell. I will get you soon” Duncan kept pouring his frustration out and the Vamps glared blankly at him in a mixture of fear and surprise. In the combat between Alpha Tyrrell and lord Duncan earlier, the vamps had thought Lord Duncan would just pierce Alpha’s neck with his long sharp fingers which seemed like a vulture with clawsThe horrific gaze at the Vamp's faces however made lord Duncan roar at them.“ How dare you all stand there looking at me that way huh?”He snared, his long sharp vamp teeth craving for their flesh and blood.Fear gripped all that stood and they started moving backward from the onslaught of the only lord Duncan.He was becoming more terrifying and every one of the Vampires just had to leave the castle.The celebration of Lutana this season therefore ended in chaos. It has
"You should've stopped me."Layla's voice pierced the silence of the war room, as sharp as the blade she had just driven into the wooden table. The candlelight danced, casting long shadows across the stone walls, but neither she nor Tyrrell paid it any mind.Tyrrell stood across from her, arms folded, his expression unreadable. "Stopped you from what? Saving what's left of us?"Layla huffed out an angry laugh as she ran her hand through her hair. "No, for making the damned decision in the first place-for sending Samira on that mission, for allowing myself to dream we had something of a possibility to win in this."Tyrrell's jaw clenched. "She knew the risk.""Don't." Layla pointed a shaking finger at Tyrrell. "Don't even dare act as if that does make it easy.Tyrrell let out a slow breath, the weight of the night bearing down on him. "You think I don't feel it? You think I don't hear her screaming in my head every time I close my damn eyes?"Layla's fists clenched. "Then why do you ke
"You sure about this?"Tyrrell looked up from his blade, running a cloth over its edge one last time. Elias was across from him, arms crossed, brows furrowed. The flickering torchlight in the room lent gravity to the tension between them."We don't have a choice," Tyrrell muttered, sliding the dagger into his belt.Elias let out a slow breath, shaking his head. "We always have a choice."Not this time."Layla stood at the far side of the war room, staring down at the map stretched across the wood table. The enemy's supply lines ran deep-carefully planned, well-guarded. Cutting them off wouldn't just weaken their hold on the siege. It could turn the tide completely.But it had to be done right.Layla dug her fingers into the surface of the table, her mind racing. "Infiltration won't be the hard part," she said finally. "It's getting back out."Tyrrell smirked. "Good thing I like a challenge."Elias wasn't amused. "This isn't a game."Layla raised her head, her gaze sharp. "That's enoug
" They are out there."Layla did not need Tyrrell to tell her that. She could feel it- the weight in the air, thick with expectation. The enemy forces had moved like murk in the night, girding the fort with ruthless perfection. Now they were staying, watching, tensing the mesh.She stood at the edge of the stone wall, surveying the treeline beyond the open field. The torches lining their defenses flitted, their light slightly pushing back the darkness." How numerous?" she asked, voice low.Tyrrell exhaled through his nose, his expression grim." further than we can count from over then. They have cut off every possible escape route. We are boxed in."A muscle in her jaw ticked." No reinforcements?"Tyrrell shook his head." Nothing. No dispatches getting in or out. They have got runners watching every path. The alternate anyone tries to break through, they'll be torn piecemeal."Layla's fingers coiled into fists. This was not just a siege. This was a slow, deliberate suffocation.A fig
" You should not be then." Layla's voice was a whip of sword, slicing through the night.The firelight danced across her face as she goggled at the figure standing just beyond its light. The people behind her were tense, ready to attack at her word, but she raised a hand, averting them. This was n't an ordinary enemy.The man before her took a slow step forward, his movements deliberate, as if testing the weight of her words. His dark eyes glistered with something undecipherable, something Layla did n’t trust.“ I came to talk, ” he said, voice smooth, calm. Too calm. “ That is, unless you’d rather continue this war alone. ”Besides her, Tyrrell shifted, fingers twitching on his belt to where his gun rested." You anticipate us to believe you came then just to sputter, Cassius?" His voice had a healthy quantum of doubt trickling from it.Cassius scowled and crossed his arms over his casket." What can I say? I am feeling generous tonight.Layla studied him, her instincts at war with her
" Move out, now!" Layla's voice cut through the pressure in the camp, sharp and commanding, like a cutter. Her eyes darted over her pack, surveying the faces of those who had gathered. Every one of them stood ready, but she could feel the unease in the air. There was no turning back now.Eerily silent, the camp fell as they came together, importing the storm above them that hung in the air. Everyone knew what was to be gained and lost. Every wolf, every fighter, understood the risk. But there was no fear. Not yet. Layla refused to let in the fear. Not today." Ready?" she rumoured, her voice low but indeed. She scrutinized around, again coming to rest on the figure that stood beside her- Jace deposited himself at her side, was formerly holding his armament, his eyes sharp and focused." Ready as we'll ever be," Jace said, slightly above a murmur in the still air." They are coming. Got to move out."In one nippy stir, Layla gave the order, and the pack surged forward. The earth sounded
" You ready?" Jace's voice was low, the question carrying an edge to it that had not been there ahead. It was the kind of question you ask when you know the answer is everything.Layla did not say anything right down. She dragged on the strips of her gear, and her fritters squeezed tight around the hilt of the brand hanging at her side. She felt its weight all the weight, really, of everything that had brought them to this point every decision, every fight, every defeat leading up to now. And the storm was about to hit.Just get this over with," she murmured, further to herself than to Jace. But he heard it, and the nod he gave her was slightly distinguishable. He knew what she was allowing, perhaps indeed better than she did.They were standing in the camp, the fire fluttering low, the air thick with tension. A many of the other wolves were scattered around, stropping weapons, agitating strategies in hushed tones. But Layla was not concentrated on them. Her eyes were fixed on the hor
"Where is he?"Layla's voice cut into the thick, heavy silence like a blade that had been whetted by the weight it carried within this war room. The room itself was dark-the only light an occasional flickering from the low-burning fire, dancing in shadows across old stone walls. Hard, cool eyes stared without blinking at a map laid flat before her; crumpled, yet serviceable. Plans were being rehashed, people regrouped, and answers were needed.The injuries to Tyrrell had been grievous, and still convalescing, he would not be much help in times to come anytime sooner. Finally, out of danger but still with dark circles beneath his eyes and shallow jerks of breath with movement, he did little good for Layla, who was running out of time after all-not with the threat of war looming in every direction.One of her most trusted warriors, Jace, spoke up, his voice low but firm. "Dorian's families holed up at their estate, a few miles to the west. But it's heavily guarded. No one's gotten in si
Layla felt her instincts kick in as she and her team moved through the dense forest. The air was heavier than it should be, thick with a silence that unnerved her. Even the leaves rustling sounded like they held their breath. She knew something was off, but she wasn't quite sure what. Yet."Something's off," she muttered, scanning around them.Tyrrell, walking a few paces ahead, didn’t respond right away. He was always the more level-headed of the two. “Keep moving,” he finally said, his voice steady, though his own sharp eyes darted to the treeline. “We’ve been through worse.”Layla nodded, but the knot in her stomach constricted. Every part of her was screaming that they were walking right into a trap-a trap she hadn't seen coming, not this one, not from this ally.But with the first chopper sound wave, her thoughts flashed to Dorian-a wolf, one of their staunchest allies who'd fought with them for months-run through her brain. He's the one brought the intel-insisted this route woul
“You’re sure this is the place” Layla asked, her voice tight with a blend of jitters and determination. She squinched low, her eyes surveying the darkened landscape beyond the trees, where the faintest figure of the enemy's fort impended. The night was still, save for the occasional howl of leaves. The air felt thick, as if it was holding its breath.Tyrrell jounced. His aspect cut through the murk sprucely." The information's good. The rogue wolves we've encountered are from this area. We cannot let them get any further, Layla. We need answers."Layla's jaw tensed, her heart pounding in her chest. also, we take them, she said, her voice firm. We get the answers we need, and we do it presto.Tyrrell's eyes darted to her." Stay focused. We need to move still.She smelled her teeth but said nothing. It had been a long way, and the last thing she wanted was to peril this chance at getting inside enemy home. Every step had been calculated, every moment measured. The enemy's operations wer