As the worries and fear of all the Vampires kept increasing, Zumba decided to take it upon himself to fight for the safety of the surviving vampires.Zumba was not yet done with Alpha. He was still going to return to the Pack and carry his vendetta on Alpha Tyrrell and the wolves. The blood of his parents as well as the other vampires who died mysteriously must be avenged.But, Zumba had decided to calm down and stand by Lord Duncan in making sure that no one dies mysteriously again and that they find out the being who has been threatening their peace of mind.Somehow, Lord Duncan has been acting differently towards Zumba. For two days now they have been experiencing this upheaval In the camp, Lord Duncan has been acting strange towards Zumba.But then, Zumba has been a little bit distracted by his newfound love, Mollie.Being his first falling in love, everything about Zumba has transformed rapidly.About seventy-five percent of his time and attention was dedicated to his new relat
“ My lord, I am not overthrowing you. I have no intentions to do that; although the camp members want me to be their leader, it has never crossed my understanding that way” Zumba took a deep breath feeling depressed already.“ None of you can be trusted, Zumba. Scott played the slightest trick on me pretending to be honest and faithful but what did he do? He collided with my enemy to destroy the camp. I can't trust anyone now” Lord Duncan walked away after muttering those words.“ It's not a problem, my lord. If this is what you want from me, then who am I to object? But please my lord, we are in danger and this is not the time for any segregation of any kind” Zumba lowered his head only to hear the most shocking thing from Lord Duncan.“ You don't need to interfere in anything, Zumba. It is my kingdom and I will handle it the way I choose to. Just leave and do as I say”, Lord Duncan turned his back coldly on Zumba.“ I’ll do as you say, my Lord” Zumba bowed and left lord Duncan’s
Isabella returned to the pack with everything virtually looking new or maybe different from how she once knew it.She has spent virtually two weeks in the woods trying to get her wounds treated but even up till now, the scars inflicted on her by the leopard the other time had not completely healed. The bruises were yet to heal properly.Sweet fresh air blew gently in the air and Isabella opened her mouth inhaling the air inside of her. She misses everything and everyone.“ Sure you are okay?” A female voice struck from behind and Isabella turned around the direction of the voice.It was Layla. She was standing in the distance, holding a sweet smile on her face with her hand wide open to embrace Isabella.“ My lady” Isabella squirmed a bit from the bruises on the side of her ribsLayla walked to Isabella first and hugged her.“ Welcome back home. I'm sorry for everything you have to go through because of me” Layla said and little tears ran out of her eyes. She wiped the tears off h
The room was consumed with silence as Isabella sat alone engrossed in her thoughts and didn't mind joining others in the living room. “ What does Ella mean by that statement? Who is the mistress I have to deal with to get Nat?” Isabella clenched her two hands to her cheeks meditating on what Ella said before leaving the room earlier.Before the impostor, Oliveir came into the picture, Nat had never given any female wolf a green light not to talk about having an entanglement together.If Isabella could find the right word to describe Nat, she would say he was very pious and chaste. He was nobody's mate or second chance mate. So what could Ella be talking about?“ That's a big fat lie, Ella. Nat is mine and mine alone” Isabella said convincingly aloud with her curled lips in derision and a burning gaze.After affirming such positive words, Isabella suddenly began to feel somehow inside of her.Her hope just vanished into the thin air as if she was feeling betrayed inside. She doesn't
The aura in the living room was lit. That evening, it almost seemed like the presence of Nat brought some kind of happy moments in the mansion. As Isabella walked majestically from the maid's chamber, she caught a glimpse of one of the guards who was heading for the guard's chambers.She stopped to at least say hello to him since it's been two weeks since she last set her eyes on him.One funny thing happened, however. At the sight of Isabella, the guard took to his heels, running to the nearest available room that he could hide inside. Before Isabella could pronounce his name, he had dashed out to one of the female rooms.“ What?! Isn't that Temple running to the maid's chamber? How abominable!” Isabella frowned.Isabella narrowed her eyes in amazement at the room Temple ran into before taking a bold step to walk into the room. She needed to find out who Temple was in there with and what he was doing in a restricted place like that.Upon getting to the door, Isabella forcefull
The day dawned beautifully in the werewolf pack, bringing down sparkling light on the surface of the earth.Alpha Tyrrell woke up from the bed and rubbed his eyes gently, casting off sleep from his eyes. He glanced at Layla from the bed and smiled at himself.‘ She is beautiful’ he smiled to himself and kissed Layla on her forehead. Day after day, Alpha Tyrrell realizes how much he loves Layla and can't let her off his sight.Seems Layla was still enjoying her sleep and Alpha did not want to disturb her so, he gently got off the bed, changed his sleeping wears, and left the room. The peace in the pack now was what Alpha ever desired for his pack members. He could now sleep and wake up peacefully.Alpha has been thinking about Lord Duncan and is always alert and watchful of his pack. Lord Duncan is very mischievous and could come for an attack any time soon.Well, Alpha was ready for anything that Lord Duncan would bring and was not afraid of him.As Alpha walked outside of his inner
While Alpha and Layla remained in each other's hands, Layla pulled from Alpha’s hands and kissed his lips softly. Layla doesn't understand why Alpha Tyrrell was being so emotional that early morning. Alpha was always soft with her though. He treated her like a princess so this made her worry less about his behavior After the long endless kiss, Layla ran her hands slowly on Alpha’s shoulders downwards and spoke softly into his ears. “ Let's get to the dining room. I'm hungry and it's all your fault” She rolled her eyes annoyingly away from Alpha’s gaze in a childish manner.Cupping Layla’s cheeks, Alpha responded with the same soft tone. “ Let's go back to bed. I'm hungry and this is all your fault” He smirked with holy seductive eyes at Layla causing her skin to crawl.Layla Scoffed. “ You’re such a bad boy. I doubt you can do without me by your side” Her eyes narrowed to the thing in between Alpha’s legs.Following the direction of Layla’s eyes, Alpha Tyrrell curled his lips, burn
A nervous toothy smile spread across Alexander’s lips as he stood with eyes scanning Layla.“ What a surprise!” Alexander laughed wickedly, glaring at Layla with what seemed like lustrous eyes, and then turned to Alpha. “ Brother, you have such beauty with you? Why do you always get the best things?” His gaze narrowed back lustrously at Layla.“ What is going on here? Can someone please explain to me?” Layla managed to speak as she glared amazingly at the wolf standing loftily with evil eyes beside her mate, Alpha Tyrrell.He was handsome in a way that there were no adjectives to qualify his looks. His light skin sparkled correspondingly with his short curly gold hair that fell mischievously at his face and added to his beauty. His face was perfectly sculpted to perfection and covered with smooth beards from the side of his ears to his chin, giving him a dishing look.The wolf too has an intimidating height with a body that causes people to shudder at his presence. He was tall and w
"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