The sun casts golden lights on the earth displaying the brightness of another day.Black Cedar trees swayed gleefully to the invisible wind in the atmosphere.At WolfHaven pack, the servants and maids paraded dutifully on every task and chore assigned to them. For days, Isabella has been wondering why Layla has not shown interest in the discussion they had a week ago about the snitch, Olivier. Not even has Isabella seen Layla. Seems Layla has been keeping to herself lately and the fact that Layla is pregnant, made it seem a bit stressful to her.As the day brightened, Isabella tried as much to hurry up with every given chore she was assigned so she could search for Layla.Yesterday, she overheard Olivier tell Nat that she was glad the moon goddess brought her back to the earth and that her mission would have been thwarted forever.For some days now, Isabella has been noticing some weirdness in Nat's behavior. Well, she has chosen not to bother him any longer or even go close. S
“ What is happening to you, my love?” Alpha Tyrrell said, confused about what to do. Suddenly, he saw blood gushing out of Layla’s body as lay dead on the bed.Alpha froze and suddenly pulled Layla off a bit to find out where the blood was coming from. “ Layla… Layla, I don't understand. Please wake up” Alpha’s confusion grew, his mind not able to process what was going on.“ Tyrrell” A voice called murderously and Alpha Tyrrell immediately turned in the direction of the voice. It was the same enemy whom he had ignored.“ What did you do to my Layla?” Alpha turned to the direction of the voice.” Who are you? “ He stormed at Zumba who just stood gazing at the empty air.“ I am Zumba and ’ve come for You, Alpha Tyrrell “ Zumba’s voice was like the claps of thunderstorms. His eyes narrowed back from the empty air back to Alpha Tyrrell, he was walking fearlessly to Zumba.“ I know you. You are an enemy from Duncan “ Alpha’s voice laced with threats as he continued walking towards Zu
Doom smelt everywhere around the opulent Alpha’s house. Every Wolf in the chamber still carried out their duties regardless of all that was going on in the Chambers.Ella had to follow the healer to the woods to watch over Layla while she got better. Every other wolf except Nat was almost in a state of mourning. Their countenances and composure spoke volumes. Nat has been rendered powerless by Zumba without his knowledge.Lately, every wolf has been seriously wondering what happened to Nat. He often acted weird and Mark, the cook, has been meaning to report the situation of Alpha Tyrrell.That day, Olivier was nowhere to be found in the chambers. No one has sighted her nor do they know her whereabouts. It's been approximately two hours since Alpha Tyrrell vanished into thin air and has not shown himself up. No one apart from Isabella and Alpha knew that Olivier was the enemy that had been dwelling among the wolves In the pack.Luz and Mara, his wife, have been rejoicing that their
The wind blew ceaselessly that day, causing all the trees in the woods to sway forcefully to the effect of the wind.Alpha Tyrrell stood, waiting for an answer from the old sorcerer who he believed was communicating with the spirits.He realized that the pain he was feeling only increased when he walked but was mild when he stood or sat.This pain is peculiar with mere mortals and this is the reason Alpha was impatient inside him til he knew whatever happened to him and why he was feeling that way.Thoughts of Layla and the blood of his unborn child kept flooding his mind but Alpha persistently tried to cast them off to focus on the most important issue at hand.If this issue is not addressed, it therefore means he could die like the way other wolves died too. But this is not going to happen. He beat his chest powerfully, furiously gritting his teeth. It is going to be bloody in the camp of the vampires tonight. The sorcerer’s enchanting voice could be heard incessantly from behind
Inside the gates when Alpha Tyrrell reappeared, he could see a few of the vampires leisurely walking to the castle.From the noise that was proceeding from the castle, Alpha Tyrrell could see the celebration was indeed an exuberant party. Seeing some of the vampires going to the castle, Alpha Tyrrell immediately lunged at them, drawing his sword from his scabbard and chopping off their heads.Blood gushed out of the vampire's bodies as they fell to the ground in the cold hands of death.Alpha wiped the blood in his sword on the bodies of the dead vampires and the sword became sparkling again before he tucked it in the scabbard.“All victory goes to Lutana” Alpha heard the powerful voice of a male vampire as they celebrated in the castle.“ All hail the great Lutana” Others chroused ruggedly in response to what the male vampire said.One by one, Alpha broke into the house of the vampires but discovered that none of them were in. It seems all the vampires in the camp were in the cas
Aligning with Alpha Tyrrell to pull Lord Duncan down was the best plan for Scott.Despite all the cruelty towards Alpha and the pack members, Alpha Tyrrell still spared Scott’s life. Scott never engaged in this fight because he felt betrayed He was simply avenging the blood of the innocent wolves In WolfHaven pack and seeking justice for himself.Justice for himself and revenge for all the wolves that lord Duncan made him kill and render homeless, those who fortunately escaped from his deadly plague . Scott did not know why Alpha had never come to the camp for war except for his peaceful visit some days back. Alpha’s delay in taking a decision was a thin veneer hiding his wrath that had suddenly burst out.Tick dark clouds fell on the earth that night as everywhere in the camp excerpt the castle became utterly dark.Under the dark cloud, hid Alpha and Scott waiting patiently for the celebration of the secret box to come to an end.Under an Oak tree, Alpha and Scott made a
As the war became more heated and the secret box was snatched by Lord Duncan, Alpha Tyrell vanished into thin air into the exact room Lord Duncan was hiding. Breathing deeply, Duncan tried to position the box in a place where no one could lay a hand on it.Instantly before Lord Duncan could think of a better position in keeping the box, he noticed the presence of a whirlwind and he gave out a boisterous laugh.“ Alpha Tyrrell” He turned, lips dripping red blood on the floor as saliva. Even at the mention of Alpha’s name, an amount of blood dried off his body.Standing immovable on the spot in the large chamber, Alpha took some threatening steps forward to Lord Duncan.“I have a hundred and thousands of ways to eliminate you, Duncan, but have spared your life, regardless of how much you tortured my pack”Alpha uttered calmly, taking more dangerous steps forward to Lord Duncan.The last word of the Alpha caused Duncan to crack up. If Alpha only knew the number of times he too has sp
WolfHaven pack was silent when Alpha returned with a smile of victory on his face. The battle with the vampires was not an easy one but Alpha relentlessly fought and returned with the most valuable treasure which is the secret box.It was still dark when Alpha Tyrrell got back home so he decided to go see Layla in the woods where she was taken to for treatment. That night, the atmosphere was so lovely. The trees swayed, lowering their leaves until they almost hugged the earth.Alpha held the secret box in his hands while walking in the direction of the woods. Layla should be getting better by now. Alpha missed her badly. Now that the entire vampires except Zumba and Lord Duncan had been wiped out, Alpha could now breathe in sterile air.Even though Lord Duncan and Zumba were still alive, Alpha doubted if they could do anything without their troops or armies. Armies have been the strength of Lord Duncan in the past. Apart from the fact that Duncan transforms into a monster at ti
"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