Alpha Tyrrell's interruption caused the creature in his chambers to disappear into thin air, so he couldn't get a vivid picture of what it looked like.In the description, Alpha could call the creature a beast but with a hawk head and sharp, dangerous claws, with two horrible wings by his side.But what could that be and what was Layla negotiating with such a horrifying creature?Layla was lying on the floor like she fainted or something, but Alpha heard her say something like ‘I'm sorry’ before she collapsed on the floor. “ Layla! Are you okay?" He ran to her, carrying her from the floor. Her eyes were weak with a scorching heat coming from her body. Her temperature was above normal.“Talk to me, my love. What happened to you" Fear gripped Alpha.His heart was racing In his chest as Layla couldn't speak any longer. He has never been this fearful all his life. The pain of seeing Layla hurt sent adrenaline flowing all over his body." Please speak to me, my love. Why are you not sayi
Sound wine glasses filled the air. The living room was quite busy and crowded with both old and young wolves of the pack who came to celebrate Alpha's happy day with him.Recently, Alpha has been thinking of a possible way to make Layla happy.. To him, she doesn't trust him enough to believe he would protect and shield her from harm.Today however marked the third week Layla had lived in The mansion with him. Apart from just being a mate and a companion, Layla’s stay in the mansion has benefited Alpha and his pack In many ways.Currently, the war between WolfHaven Pack and their neighbors, Blood moon Pack just ended without more killings aside Alpha Damien's two men that were killed during the feud.With Layla's strategic advice, WolfHaven Pack has grown business wise.All of these sweet things put together, made Alpha love Layla the most and decided to celebrate her presence In his life.As soft music played, Isabella, Ella and Cassandra led Layla to the stage In the living room. She
Under the moon that at twilight sat Alpha Tyrrell and his mate, Layla.Since the announcement of Alpha Tyrrell's unborn child, he has been full of excitement and beaming with smiles.While in silence, the moon brightened, casting a glorious glint on Layla’s beautiful face. But this time around, Alpha Tyrell discovered that Layla’s countenance was too somber to equate to his euphoria.“ Is anything the matter, my love? “ He questioned, his eyes scanning deep through the lens of her bright eyes for her pain.With deliberate slowness, Layla turned her gaze to embrace the bright glowing countenance of Alpha Tyrrell.Indeed, the news about his unborn child growing in her womb has borne nothing in him but an inexplicable happiness.“ I am fine. I think I'm stressed from the previous crises that almost claimed our lives” She gave a faint smile, running her eyes down her flat stomach.Lord Ducan, was still a threat to Layla’s life and no matter how Alpha Tyrell kept shielding her with his
The sun rose So early at the Vampire Castle. The gentle mist hung low, casting down a golden light on the creatures in the castle. Today, all the Vampires had gathered In Duncan’s large mansion, celebrating their victory.“ We have been able to wipe off all the territories competing with us, my Lord '' A man’s voice struck boisterously from the crowd in the large mansion.Lord Ducan, the mighty Vampire Lord sat on his skull throne made with refined gold that glittered watching the Merry display before him.He shrugged. From Duncan’s mood, Zumba, his closest bodyguard, knew he was paying no attention to the reports of his subjects.“ Another thing to celebrate, my Lord. We are gradually becoming the most dreaded Castle in this realm and every other creature will be subject to our leadership forever” Said another man. A roll of applause, accompanied by some loud squeal filled the opulent mansion as the man ended his speech. It seemed like the vampires would never cease to celebrate in
“ I don't deserve to sit beside your throne mighty Lord Duncan but I’ll do according to your word. The head of Tyrrell must be hoisted before every Vampire in the Castle and peace would be restored to us” Zumba said to Duncan with his lowered to the floor. “ You have my word. Go and conquer. Bring me Tyrrell alive in seven days. I shall drink of his blood alone” Duncan’s eyes darken as he flung the hem of his black garment in contempt. His frustration was growing day by day with an amount of blood draining out of his body. At this last command, Zumba transformed into a tiny ant and crept away from the secret room. He crept avoiding every foot till he got to the camp of the armies and he transformed into his natural Vamp. All the troops of armies in the Castle are already getting ready to delve into the wolf's territory and devour both old and young werewolves in Wolfhaven’s pack. “ Stop!! “ Zumba commanded with authority, halting the angry parade of the armies with the wav
That day as Zumba parted ways with Nat, he walked to the house of Luz who is the father of Olivier whom he reincarnated. Over ten decades, when Olivier, Luz's daughter went missing, Mara had continued mourning up till this day. It was said that the moon goddess took her off the earth and she had never returned till this day. As the day darkened Luz and his wife, Mara were just seated under a tree relaxing in the cool weather when suddenly, Zumba showed as Olivier before them. Olivier had disappeared at age five so it wasn't going to be easy to believe that Zumba was her. Immediately, Zumba showed up in front of Luz and Mara. Mara momentarily sprang up from her seat and ran inside. In an attempt to find out the cause of her sudden awkward behavior, Luz is interrupted by Zumba “ Dad, it's me... Me... Olivier” Sluttering, Zumba tried to imitate Olivier’s character. That was exactly her voice and the way she spoke. This got Luz terrified and perplexed at the same time. “ Who
In the late hours of the day, Alpha Tyrrell, Alpha of the Wolfhaven pack, walked out from his chambers with Layla, his mate. Since the arrival of Olivier supposedly called Zumba, Layla and her Alpha had not stepped a toe outside their inner chambers.“ I feel so light today, my Lord,” Layla said to Alpha Tyrrell as they walked the stairs down to the living room. “ I'm glad you did. You are carrying my child so I don't want you to feel any form of disturbance” A smile hooked up on his lips.The joy of having an heir was unexplained in Alpha Tyrrell.Layla chuckled, joy overwhelming her.“ My Lord, My Lady” Ella bowed immediately she sighted Alpha Tyrrell and Layla.“ I will be leaving to supervise the pack. You stay here, I will be right back” Alpha Tyrrell planted a kiss on Layla’s forehead and she smiled.“ Go in peace, My Lord” She waved at him as he vanished from her sight.Ella walked up to Layla immediately Alpha left. She was setting her eyes on Layla since the beginning of
“ 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
"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