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
"Victor," Freda began, her voice soft yet tinged with excitement. "There's something I need to discuss with you. It's about Sandra."My brows furrowed, my mind still consumed with thoughts of how we were going to put bring down the Nosferatu vampires."Is it my college colleague?""Yes, the blonde young lady who apparently seems to be very fond of you." "What about her, Freda? Is something wrong?"Freda shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No, nothing is wrong per se. In fact, it's quite the opposite. I've been observing Sandra closely using my locator spell ever since you bit her, and I've noticed something remarkable."My interest was piqued. Sandra, my dear friend whom I had turned into a werewolf just over a month ago, had been adapting well to her new life. She had embraced her newfound strength and agility. But I had yet to fully grasp the extent of her potential.Freda continued, her voice laced with excitement. "Sandra possesses a latent ability, one that she he
SANDRA'S POVI walked into my cozy apartment, my backpack slung over one shoulder. I came back from general biology class looking tired. However even though I was tired, I was excited, my face beaming with anticipation. I kicked off my shoes near the entrance and hanged my jacket on a hook."Just an hour and a half more. I can't wait!" I whispered to myself after glancing at the clock on the wall. It read five thirty pm.I headed into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water. As I took a refreshing sip, I imagined the upcoming birthday party, picturing myself and Victor laughing and enjoying each other's company.I set the bottle down on the counter and paced back and forth, my mind racing with excitement. I glanced at the clock again.I then moved to my bedroom and set my alarm at seven o clock, before setting my alarm at seven o clock, so I could prepare for the birthday party which was slated for eight pm.In due time, I was woken up by my alarm. I cle
Finally after a fifteen minute journey, I arrived at the vibrant birthday party.As I got down from the cab, I was greeted by the pulsating music, colorful decorations, and the sound of laughter filling the air. I stepped inside, instantly engulfed by the lively atmosphere.I walked to counter, grabbed a drink and took out my phone so I could chat Victor up.SANDRA: I am at the party.VICTOR: Great, where are you?SANDRA: I am sitting at the counter, getting some booze into my system.VICTOR: I hope you are not drunk already? (he put up a surprised emoji.)I laughed.SANDRA: lol. No, just started, anyway come save me before I become drunk.He went offline.After about ten minutes, I caught his scent. I turned back, and I noticed Victor with some other guy with a gold coloured hair who I presumed to be Jake trying to slither their way through the crowd.Victor looked extremely sexy as he was dressed in a casually hot outfit that surely turned heads. He opted for a fitted black leather
Victor and I found ourselves amidst the pulsating energy of the birthday party. The air crackled with excitement as the music thumped through the venue, and the multicolored lights danced across the walls. Our bodies swayed to the rhythm, our hearts pounding in sync with the beat.My heart fluttered as I watched Victor express his dance moves in the crowded room. The atmosphere was electrifying, the pulsating music filled the air, blending with the joyful laughter of friends and the clinking of glasses. It was a lively birthday party, and I couldn't help but look intently at the man who had captured my heart."Care to join me for a moment?" Victor asked, extending his hand to me. "What? why? but I am right here with you."My laughter filled the air as Victor whispered something in my ear, his voice barely audible above the lively chatter of the crowd. My heart skipped a beat as I placed my hand in his, feeling a jolt of electricity course through my body. Without hesitation, I a
As he resumed his ride inside me, the pressure of his erected length stretching me stung and burned, but it was a sweet, delicious pain and I merried in it, sending out pleasurable moans and of course. Trash talking.Soon, he reduced his pace, causing me to feel every inch of him, dragging against my sensitive inner walls."Okay let us try something else." He said confidently, some strands of his curly hair falling from the band he tied at the back of his hair.He took hold of me, carried me, and placed me gently on the bed, which was soft, and smooth, which soothed my skin, and my wolf."We are going missionary this time Sandra, are you ready.""Yes I am ready." I nodded without hesitation."I am going to be a bit rough this time, and fast.""Okay!" I smiled, letting off a breathless whisper."That is my girl."He gripped my hips and rammed into me so hard, to the extent that I began to reach my climax. But guess what? I loved this style more than the previous one.Soon, I began to cr
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