ARIEL’S POVThe adrenaline coursed through my veins, fueling my every move as I faced off against Melvin. Anger burned within me, a burning intensity that pushed me forward.This fight was personal, a night-long awaited opportunity to unleash my fury upon the one who made my heart ache so much.Since last night, I just kept asking myself, why? Why would he open himself up so willingly to another woman? How could he?My anger and pain shot beyond every possible self-control mechanism I could muster and it was evident in how I attacked him.We circled each other, our glowing eyes locked in an intense battle of wills. Melvin's confident smirk infuriated me, his arrogance evident in every calculated move he made.I would make him pay for what he had done, for the heartache he had inflicted upon me. I wanted him to feel it as our claws and fists collided with one another.With a primal roar, I lunged forward, my claws extended, aiming to tear through Melvin's defenses. He met my attack he
ARIEL’S POVI made my way through the dense forest, following the path that led to our new camp. It was a secluded location, chosen for its strategic advantage and the added safety it provided.We had to move swiftly to prevent Melvin and his men from tracking us down. The journey had been long and difficult, and the weight of the recent battle still lingered in the air.As I approached the camp, Ralph emerged from the shadows to greet me. His eyes bore the fatigue of the battle and his clothes were torn in different places and covered with dirt and bloodstains."Ariel," he said, his voice laced with a mixture of relief and concern. "I am glad you are here already. We have been setting up the camp, but it is still a work in progress. Some of the soldiers are still making their way here, and we are in the process of estimating the losses we suffered."I nodded solemnly, the weight of those losses settling upon my heart like an impenetrable darkness. We are fighting against oppression
ARIEL’S POVIkea's form wavered for a moment, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "That is a question only you can answer, Ariel. Love is a powerful force, but it must be tempered with wisdom. Only time will tell if Melvin can redeem himself and if you can earn his trust again. But remember, the choices we make define us, and sometimes the path to redemption is filled with challenges."With those parting words, Ikea vanished completely, leaving me alone in the tent once again. The weight of her advice settled upon me, and I found solace in the realization that I wasn't alone in this struggle.I took a deep breath, and my resolve reignited. I would honor the fallen, remember their sacrifices, and fight for their memory. The road ahead would be difficult, but I would face it head-on, knowing that my pack depended on me.As I stepped out of the tent, the moonlit night embraced me, its gentle glow casting a silver sheen on the camp's surroundings. The scent of the forest filled the
MELVIN’S POVThe rain poured down, mingling with the sweat and blood that streamed down my face. I knelt in the dirt, my heart heavy with defeat and sorrow.I roared loudly into the night and the sound of my mournful roar echoed through the night. A raw expression of the pain that consumed me.Ariel had slipped through my fingers once again, and the realization pierced my soul like a thousand shards of glass.I had failed to capture her, failed to bring her back to Blood Moon where she belonged. In the dungeons. The raindrops mixed with my anguish, washing away the dust and blood that clung to my skin.Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I remained on my knees, lost in my thoughts and regrets. The rain continued to pour, its relentless rhythm reflecting the turmoil within me. Each droplet that soaked into the earth felt like a reminder of my shortcomings.Eventually, I rose to my feet and made my way back to what was left of our camp. My tent still stood amidst the wreckage of our c
ARIEL’S POVThe journey back to Silver Moon was filled with some tension and weariness. The weight of the loss we had endured was heavy on all our shoulders. But the remaining troops and I pushed forward.The rain that started the night before had ceased, leaving behind a damp, misty morning that seemed to mirror the uncertainty that lay ahead.The closer we got the more the burden increased on my shoulders and then I realized this wasn't just my guilt anymore.It felt external.I looked around us, trying to figure out if something else was moving with us but I found nothing.The area looked peaceful enough.I tried to pick up the scent, but the rain had numbed everything. My wolf couldn't pick out anything other than our presence.As we approached the outskirts of Silver Moon, I sensed a stronger shift in the air. Something was definitely wrong.We continued moving but my instinct kept reminding me of the danger around us. I looked around one more time but everything looked normal.
ARIEL’S POVMelvin scoffed, his eyes narrowing with a mix of defiance and pain. It felt like my words were futile. Each of them only hardened his heart further."You don't know me, Ariel. You never did so spare me all these plain and meaningless words of yours." With those words out, he turned around and returned to his troop, his anger stronger than when he came.Tension between our troops grew as I was forced to return to mine as well.I hoped my words would resonate with him. I thought that the connection we once shared would awaken his dormant feelings.But time was against us, and engaging in a prolonged battle with Melvin was not what I wanted to do right now or even continue doing.Rather I wanted to save him and mend his broken heart, but the moment was not right. The safety of my remaining troops was paramount. So rather, I opted to stall him for now until we got the opportunity to escape.As the tension escalated, Melvin and his troops prepared for an attack, ready to wipe u
MELVIN’S POV'...I still believe in us...' It was distant, but I heard them.The words sounded in my head as I jolted awake with my heart pounding hard against my chest.What the hell? Who said those words to me? Where was I?!Confusion clouded my mind as I struggled to orient myself in the darkness. Gradually, my vision cleared, and I realized I was in my quarters within the walls of Blood Moon, the ancestral stronghold of my family.From the shadows, a voice sliced through the air, startling me once again. It was my father, Joharres, his tone laced with fury.He wasted no time in expressing his discontent, his anger directed squarely at my failure to capture Ariel once more."You pathetic excuse for a son!" he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.A frown covered my face immediately and all thoughts I had of the voice speaking strange words to me disappeared at once."How many times must you fail me, Melvin? How many chances have you squandered?" My father was standing right in
MELVIN’S POV"Listen, your father's expectations can be overwhelming, but you mustn't lose faith in yourself. You are strong, Melvin, in ways that go beyond physical strength. Trust in your instincts and your determination."Tears welled up in my eyes, betraying the depth of my emotions. "But Mother, I fear that time is slipping away. Father keeps reminding me of the urgency to produce Ariel. If I fail, What will become of me?"Her voice held a soothing cadence as she spoke, her words a soothing salve to my wounded spirit. "Melvin, my love, you mustn't let fear consume you. Life is filled with uncertainties, and sometimes we must face them head-on. There is still hope. Trust that the path will reveal itself when the time is right."I gazed into her eyes, finding peace and strength in her unwavering belief in me. "Mother, I don't know how much longer I can endure this struggle. The pressure, this constant feeling... all of it… I want it to be over."I was tired of the constant turmoil.