VICTOR'S POVIt was a cold evening at around ten pm, and I parked my power bike inside the garage that housed a couple of luxury cars.With my two wheeled vehicle at it's regular spot, I moved out from the garage, locked it with my remote control, and headed for the mansion.I could already recognize the scent of the several wolves that belonged to my pack, what surprised me was the fact that Daniella was at home already.I opened the door using the biometric identification machine that was just at the main entrance and I walked in.As I strode upstairs, I was able to hear some indistinct chatter, it looked like the wolves were having a good time, well that was new, especially when Daniella was around.I followed the voices I heard, and finally I was able to trace were my wolves were.Once I arrived, everyone gazed at my direction. The whole place was with grave silence, the type of silence that greeted a powerful leader.I did not expect it, but I knew the reason why."That mundane lo
SANDRA'S POVI checked my phone for like the umpteenth time, to check if Victor had replied any of the texts that I sent to him.It was like three days ever since he texted me and I began to feel worried.His absence from class also got me worried and overwhelmed with thoughts that something bad must have happened to him.I had some difficulty in having some sleep last night and I could not take advantage of my sleeplessness to go through some of my school textbooks, due to the unsteadiness of my mind.Coupled with my worry for Victor, I felt a serious pain at my back, so I had to drag myself to school so I could attend a couple of classes and check if Victor was going to be present in class, all hale and hearty.Well fortunately for me, I was able to make some friends there at school. They were my departmental colleagues and they were cool.On reaching the hall were we were supposed to have our morning class, I found both of my friends chatting together, while they sat close to each o
VICTOR'S POVEver since I came into this world I had been a huge fan of sports especially soccer. I loved sports because it taught discipline, teamwork and comradeship, however aside family, these were attributes or characteristics that gave me some reason to be happy, despite the ugly experiences I had encountered.I had applied to be part of the college soccer trials about a week ago despite the opposition of my junior brother David.His opposition of my resolve to avoid college sport was stemmed out of a reason I knew nothing about, anyway I was not surprised at his behaviour. He was just trying to be overprotective.Yes I know I am werewolf, however I resolved never to use my super powers to enhance my performance on the pitch. I mean I am over eighty years old and I know the full definition of cheating, my chivalrous nature would not allow that.Ever since I called Sandra, inviting her to watch me, I felt relieved. She was a good friend, and I felt very awful at not being able
The college soccer field was alive with the energy of anticipation, and I stood on the sidelines, wearing the training kit that was of the same make with the members of my team.Now fully kitted up, my gaze rested upon the young guy with the vision problems who had approached me before the start of the trials.He was sitted on the bench, together with the good number of trialists who for sure looked on eagerly at the pitch, awaiting the time for them to showcase their soccer talents.Due to the fact that this was a new environment, my heart began pounding with excitement. I was very sure that was from my wolf. He was always happy and overwhelmed with new beginnings. I was aware of the extent of my soccer skills, however in order to win the hearts of everyone I knew had to prove myself, and for sure entertain some of my invites, which also included David, that was if he would be interested in the trial match.Coach Jackson blew the whistle, signaling the commencement of the match, howe
SANDRA'S POVThe soccer field was buzzing with excitement as the University of Molvia's soccer trials was in full swing. I and my friends Sasha and Anthonia had honoured Victor's invitation to watch him and show some support.We sat among the spectators there at the stands, eyes fixed on the game, however my heart raced with anticipation. My wolf was also eager to see what Victor had to pull off.Victor stole the show with his exceptional skills. He effortlessly dribbled past the defenders, executed precise passes, and scored brilliant goals. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, but my reaction was on another level.As Victor glided across the field, my eyes widened with admiration and my face lighted up with an infectious smile. My heart skipped a beat as I watched his every move. I couldn't help but express my excitement."Wow, Victor! That was incredible! You're amazing!" I whispered to myself.My gaze followed Victor's every step, my eyes tracing his athletic physique and
My eyes lighted up as Victor approached us. I glanced at my friends, who shared my enthusiasm. They exchange excited glances, eager to express their admiration to Victor."Victor, that was an incredible performance! You were simply outstanding out there!" I smiled brightly."Absolutely! Your skills on the field were mind-blowing. We were on the edge of our seats the entire time!" Anthonia nodded enthusiastically."I mean, seriously, Victor, you've got some serious talent. You had the whole crowd in awe." Sasha grinned.Victor, slightly taken aback by our genuine praises, returned our smiles and extended a hand in gratitude."Thank you, guys! Your words mean a lot to me. I'm glad I could give it my all today. Thank you for honouring my invitation."Anthonia, Sasha and I looked at each other, exchanging knowing glances. We couldn't help but let our admiration spill over into a playful banter."Oh, Victor, you're making it sound so humble. We all know you were the star of the show today!
VICTOR'S POVDeep within our luxurious mansion which was also the lair of my wolf pack, I sat behind a large oak desk, inside my lavish study that was adorned with shelves of ancient books, maps, and artifacts.I sat there, surrounded by my loyal pack members, with my eyes sharp and attentiveThe members of my pack had their eyes gleamed with determination, reflecting the gravity of the task which I was yet to be fully aware of, after being summoned by David for what he termed an emergency meeting. The atmosphere crackled with an intense energy as they prepared to brief me on the unsettling truth about the vampires' involvement in human trafficking activities in Crescentville.David my junior brother, who happened to be the wisest and most learned member of the pack, stepped forward.He was also the beta and second in command due to the absence of a luna. Yes I had no mate at the moment because originally, my mate Velvet Collins had died seven years ago.She was killed by one of my
I slumped back in my chair, a heavy weight settling on my shoulders. The briefing I had just received about the dominance of the Nosferatu vampires in Crescentville had left me disheartened. I had hoped that this city would be the perfect place for my pack to establish their territory, a sanctuary where they could live in harmony, protect the innocent and increase our strengths, influence and dominance. But now, it seemed like an impossible dream.My pack members, David, Gideon, Daniella, Kayla, and Zack, looked at me, their expressions filled with concern. They had sensed the change in my demeanor, the sadness that now clouded my eyes. David, always perceptive, stepped forward and laid a comforting hand on my shoulder. The touch was warm, but it couldn't dispel the chill that had settled in my heart."Victor, what's wrong?" David asked, his voice laced with worry. Gideon, standing tall and strong, crossed his arms, waiting for my response. Daniella, ever observant, studied my f
As the malevolent cord lay defeated at our feet, our collective gaze turned toward the lifeless body of Mrs. Hope. Her pale form, now devoid of the dark magic's influence, seemed even more peaceful in contrast to the sinister aura that had enveloped her moments ago.Unable to contain my curiosity and growing unease, I turned to Freda, my voice trembling as I spoke, "Freda, can you... can you explain what they did to her? What that cord was meant to achieve?"Freda's expression remained grave as she replied, "Sandra, we won't find those answers here at the burial site. We need to head back to the lair. Zack can run some tests on the body, and I'll have the time to consult my resources. Perhaps we can uncover the truth behind this dark ritual and what they sought to gain from it."Nodding in agreement, I couldn't help but steal one last glance at Mrs. Hope's peaceful face, vowing silently to bring her justice even though I just met her for the first time.Just as we were about to tur
As we huddled around the malevolent cord, its sinister aura casting a shadow over us, Freda broke the heavy silence. Her voice was hushed, carrying an air of solemn wisdom that seemed to have weathered many such encounters with the supernatural."These are no ordinary bindings," Freda murmured, her gaze fixed upon the cord. "Only powerful sorcerers could have crafted such a repellent cord. It's a dark magic that repels intruders with a vengeance."I nodded in agreement, my mind racing with questions about who could possess such formidable abilities and what their intentions might be. The mysterious death of Mrs. Hope had just taken a turn into a realm of magic and malevolence that I had never imagined.As Freda continued to speak, her words were both unsettling and enlightening. She shared tales of ancient sorcerers who had harnessed dark forces to protect their secrets, weaving enchantments that could annihilate anyone who dared to challenge them.Her words painted a chilling pictur
Maggots, nature's relentless recyclers, had begun their work, gnawing their way through her flesh.Victor's face contorted in anguish as he gazed upon the tragic scene. His voice trembled as he whispered, "Oh, Mrs. Hope... What have they done to you?"Daniela and I exchanged solemn glances, their hearts heavy with the sorrow of the moment. It was a grim reminder of the darkness we were up against.But Victor, unable to contain his grief, took a step back, his eyes brimming with tears. Then, in an act of both desperation and love, he jumped into the shallow grave, disregarding the mud and decay, and gently cradled Mrs. Hope's lifeless form in his arms.We heard him whisper words of comfort, promising to bring her justice and vowing to find those responsible for her untimely end. His determination burned brighter than ever as he clung to her, the weight of the truth and the depth of his emotions merging in that solemn moment.I cautiously extended my trembling arms into the shallow gr
I stood there beside Victor, Daniela, and Freda as we witnessed a moment of profound connection with the unknown. Freda's hands trembled at her temples, and her face contorted in a mix of pain and concentration. I could feel the energy in the room shifting, as if the very air held its breath in anticipation.Victor's concern was palpable as he leaned closer to Freda, his voice filled with genuine worry. "Freda, what is it?" he asked softly, his eyes locked onto hers.Freda's eyes remained shut, and her voice emerged as a hushed, almost ethereal whisper. "I see... flashes," she began, her words fragmented by brief pauses. "Vague images."I exchanged a glance with Daniela, our shared concern mirrored in her eyes. Freda's struggle to convey her visions was evident, and it left us all on edge.In those tense moments, disjointed images flickered through Freda's mind, and her distress became more pronounced. She spoke again, her voice trembling. "There's... a body. I see... cord strings. T
We've made some progress," Victor replied, glancing over at me and Daniela, who stood by his side. "We found two different blood samples at Mrs Hope's house – one belonging to Mrs. Hope, and the other to a man named Mr. Thomas Wright."David's expression remained calm as he processed the information. "And what's the connection between Mr. Thomas Wright and Mrs. Hope?" he inquired."That's what we're trying to figure out," Victor said, a hint of frustration evident in his voice. "There doesn't seem to be any obvious link between them, but we're not giving up. We'll gather more information and dig deeper until we find the answers."David nodded in understanding, seemingly unfazed by the revelation. "Good job on making progress," he said, offering a reassuring smile to Victor.But as David looked closer, he noticed Victor's restlessness and the troubled expression on his face. "You seem uneasy," he observed. "Is everything alright?"Victor hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "It's just.
As I watched Victor pace back and forth in the laboratory, I could feel the tension in the air. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities, his determination to unravel the mystery of Mr. Thomas Wright's connection to Mrs. Hope evident in every step he took.The overhead lights cast shadows on his furrowed brow, accentuating the intensity of his concentration. I knew that Victor's analytical mind was working overtime, trying to piece together the clues we had gathered so far. The weight of the investigation rested heavily on his shoulders, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and concern for him.His eyes were fixed on the ground, deep in thought, as if searching for answers within the very tiles beneath his feet. It was moments like these that reminded me why he was the alpha of the pack, a natural leader with a fierce determination to protect and find justice for those in need.As he paced, his fingers drummed restlessly against his thigh, a telltale sign
As Zack got to work on the database search, I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. This new piece of evidence opened up a whole new avenue of investigation, and it brought us closer to unraveling the mystery of Mrs. Hope's disappearance.In the midst of uncertainty, Zack's expertise was a beacon of light. His thorough analysis and dedication to the task at hand gave us renewed confidence in our pursuit of the truth. We knew that with him on our side, we had a strong ally in the quest for justice.As the night wore on, the laboratory remained abuzz with activity. I stood by Zack's side, eagerly awaiting any updates on the search for the man's identity. The answers we sought were still elusive, but we knew that with each test, each analysis, we were one step closer to uncovering the secrets that lay hidden in the shadows.Zack's commitment to the investigation was unwavering, and his expertise was proving to be invaluable. As we moved forward, we relied on the strength of the pack
As we piled back into the Toyota Hilux, the pack members settled in, and Victor took the driver's seat once again.The engine roared to life, and we began our journey back to our lair. The sun was starting to set, casting a warm golden glow over the horizon, the weight of our investigation hung heavy on our minds. I couldn't help but notice how restless Victor was, his mind seemingly consumed with finding justice for Mrs. Hope. I could see the frustration in his eyes as he searched for the next clue, the next piece of the puzzle that would lead us closer to the truth."Why did you choose to conduct the investigation in the daytime?" I finally asked, breaking the silence that enveloped the vehicle.Victor glanced at me, his expression serious. "The nosferatu vampires, they fear the sunlight," he explained. "It's their weakness, and I don't want to risk any confrontation with them in the dark."I nodded, understanding his reasoning. The safety of our pack was of utmost importance, and
I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I entered Dr. Margaret's office. The warm glow of the room greeted me, and I found her sitting behind her desk, her eyes focused on some paperwork. She glanced up as I approached, offering a warm smile."Good evening, doctor," I greeted politely."Good evening," she replied, looking up at me curiously. "How can I help you? Are you here for a medical consultation?"I shook my head, returning her gaze steadily. "No, I don't have any ailments. I'm not here as a patient."Dr. Margaret raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Then what brings you to my office?" she asked."I'm here about a mutual friend," I began cautiously. "Mrs. Hope."At the mention of her friend's name, Dr. Margaret's face instantly changed. Alarm and sadness flickered in her eyes. "Mrs. Hope?" she whispered. "You know her too?""Yes, she was a friend of mine," I confirmed. "I heard about her disappearance, and I wanted to ask a few questions."Dr. Margaret looked wary, and I