Drake“Drake, what is it?” Jake asked, his voice quivering.I could only point to the sack, unable to form the words to describe what I had found. He cautiously stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch the bag.He hesitated for a moment, then pulled back the flap and peered inside. His eyes widened in horror, and he let out a gasp.He reached into the bag, pulling out a blood-stained shirt, and clinging to his fingers.“I… I can't believe my father would do something like this,” he said, his voice trembling.I was still frozen in place, unable to speak.He looked at me, waiting for some kind of response. “What do we do now?” he asked, noticing my silence.I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I just stood there, staring at the blood-stained clothes, my mind racing.“You can’t keep mute like this, we have not come this far to be weak, we need to find a way forward,” he said in a soothing tone.I knew he was right, but at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to say
ZeldaI could hear the sincerity in Jake's voice as he spoke, and I knew he was telling the truth. This wasn't a joke, he had meant every word. I was taken aback, my mind reeling. I had never expected him to say something like that, to be so honest and open.It was like he had read my mind like he knew exactly what I was thinking. And that scared me because it meant that he knew just how vulnerable I was. It meant that he still had the power to hurt me, in a way that no one else could.He gave me a weak smile and turned to leave. I was about to call out to him, to stop him from going. But I wasn't certain if I had fully forgiven him or if I was ready to be friends again.So I just stood there, watching him walk away. My expression was unreadable, even to me. I was a mess of conflicting emotions, and I had no idea what to do next. All I knew was that my life had just gotten a lot more complicated.I locked the door behind him and went to my room. As soon as I was alone, I began to cry
DrakeI approached the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I slowly turned the handle, praying it wouldn't make a sound. To my surprise, the door opened easily, and I saw her sitting there.Our gazes met, and I felt my heart skip a beat.She looked at me with a mixture of fear and hope, and I knew I had to make a decision. Do I hug her, or do I run away?The choice was mine to make, and it was a weighty one.I had come this far, and I wasn't about to run away now. I moved towards her, and she stood up to meet me. She glanced at her phone, then looked back at me.I could see the confusion and uncertainty in her eyes. I wasn't sure what to say, or how to explain what I was about to do.I slowly approached her, reaching out my arms.She met me halfway, and I embraced her. I felt her body melt into mine, and I held her tight.My heart was racing, and I was sure she could feel it. I breathed in the scent of her hair, and it was intoxicating.I felt her trembling in my arms, and I knew sh
Zelda“We're mates,” he said, his voice filled with conviction. The words echoed in my ears, reverberating in my mind. At that moment, I wished I could disappear, that I could run away from this situation. But I knew that I couldn't.I knew that I had to face the music.And then I saw my mother standing in the doorway, her eyes filled with pain. She looked at me, her gaze full of sadness and disappointment. At that moment, I felt like I had let her down, that I had broken her heart.My anger turned to rage, and all I could think about was hurting Drake. How dare he betray me like this, how dare he go behind my back?I felt a burning desire to take him down, to make him pay for what he had done. But then I remembered my mother, and I knew I couldn't do that.I had to keep my cool, and I had to focus on the bigger picture. Even though I was angry, I had to be the bigger person.I had to be strong, for both myself and my mother.“Yes, Madeline, we're mates,” Drake said, his voice sha
Zelda"Let her be." He held my hand and stopped me from going after my mother. I turned to face him, my eyes blazing with anger. I glared at him, my jaw clenched so tight I could feel my teeth grinding. I couldn't contain my rage, couldn't hold back the storm of emotion that was raging inside me.I knew I was on the verge of saying something I would regret, but I was unable to stop myself.“I hate you, Drake,” The words came tumbling out, harsh and hurtful. I saw the pain in his eyes, but I was unable to take it back. I had said what I said, and there was no going back now.“Let go of me!” I yelled, my voice shaking with fury.But he didn't move, his grip on my arms tightening. My anger rose like a volcano, a seething mass of rage and indignation. I struggled against him, trying to break free, but he was stronger than I was.I could feel the heat rising in my face, my whole body trembling with emotion. I knew I was close to losing control, to doing something I would regret. But I
DrakeI wanted to run after Zelda, to talk to her, to apologize. But something inside me told me to give her space, to let her be on her own for a while. I could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes, and I knew that I had caused her pain. So I stood still, watching her walk away. I felt a wave of regret wash over me, a lump forming in my throat. But I knew that sometimes the best thing to do is to let people have their space, to let them sort out their thoughts and feelings.I wished I could make her see that sometimes, the most important thing is to do what's right, even if it's difficult. I knew that Madeline deserved to know the truth, no matter how painful it was. And I knew that Zelda and I could help her through it, no matter how difficult it might be. But I also knew that I couldn't force her to do anything. I could only hope that she would come around, that she would see the truth for herself.Meanwhile, I could only hope that I had done the right thing.The images of M
DrakeI packed up my things, my heart aching with sadness. All I could think about was Zelda, the life we had built together. I had always wanted her to come with me, to follow me on my journey. But I knew that it was impossible that our lives were moving in different directions. I tried to push my feelings aside, to focus on the task at hand. But the grief was overwhelming, consuming me. I wanted to run away, to hide from the pain.I looked at the picture of Zelda, her beautiful face filling my vision. I reached out a hand, gently touching the image. Then, I did something I never thought I would: I kissed the picture, my lips brushing against the glass. I felt the tears welling up, but I couldn't stop myself. I hugged the picture, holding it close to my heart. I whispered, “I'm going to miss you so much.” I knew I was unable to force her to come with me, that she had to make her own choices.As I reached for the front door, it suddenly burst open. And there, standing before m
ZeldaThe morning light streamed through the window, shining directly into my eyes. I groaned, using my hands to cover my face, trying to shield my eyes from the glare. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking against the harsh light. My head was throbbing, my body heavy with fatigue. I tried to sit up, but it was a struggle. Every muscle in my body protested, screaming for more sleep. But I knew I had to get up, to face the day ahead.I turned to the other side of the bed, expecting to see Drake there. But to my disappointment, he was nowhere to be found. I knew that I had been hoping he would sleep beside me.But to my disappointment he did not, but I also didn't want to overstep my boundaries by inviting him over to sleep.I laid there, torn between wanting to make him happy and respecting his space. I wondered if I had made the right decision, if I was just hurting myself.Just then, a maid entered the room. “Good morning, my lady,” she said, bowing her head in greeting.I gave her a
DrakeThree years later.I stood at the grave, my hands clutching the flowers I had brought. My kids stood beside me, their eyes fixed on the stone before them. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat. “Owen looks exactly like you,” I said, my voice quivering. “I know you're not here, but occasionally I believe you are.” I paused, my eyes hard as I looked at my kids. “He's as strong as you are. He's selfless, just like you. You would have loved him.” The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.“Sometimes it's difficult to believe that you're not here with us, that I won't ever hear your voice again or feel your touch. Sometimes I think it's all a nightmare, that I'll wake up and everything will be like it was before. But I never do. The truth is, life without you is hard. I find it hard to trust anyone, to open up to anyone. “My kids ran off, giggling as they chased each other through the grass. I got up to follow them, making sure they didn't go too far. As I walked over to whe
ZeldaNine Months Later.I looked in the mirror, my eyes drawn to the slight bulge in my belly. I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling the life within. It was a strange sensation, one that filled me with both joy and fear. I was growing, my body changing, my life changing. But I was still me, still whole. And that was all that mattered to me. I traced my fingers over my cheeks, feeling the slight swelling of my nose. Drake said I looked beautiful, but I couldn't see it. All I saw was a monster. But he loved me anyway.He still wasn't happy that I was keeping the pregnancy, but I knew in my heart that this was the right decision. I wanted to have this child, to give Drake the heir he deserved. He might not have needed it, but the pack did. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenge ahead. I could do this. I could be strong for both myself and my child. I placed my hand on my stomach again, feeling the flutter of new life within. And I smiled.The door to my room burst o
ZeldaI couldn't tell how long I'd been unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, my head was pounding. I struggled to sit up, but someone helped me, supporting my weight. I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Drake. His expression was unreadable, and I was unable to remember the last time he had smiled. “Where's my family?” I asked, my voice breaking. I was afraid of the answer. “The doctor had asked that we give you some space,” he said. I nodded, my mind racing. He was staring at me with a strange look in his eyes, and I knew something was wrong. “What is it?” I asked, my heart in my throat. “Nothing,” he said, his voice monotone. I knew he was lying. We'd known each other for too long. He knew I could see right through him. I waited, the silence weighing on me like a heavy blanket. “Just tell me,” I said, my voice shaking. He let out a long sigh. “You're pregnant,” he said, his voice low and serious. My jaw dropped, and I looked down at my stomach. “I thought about what the
ZeldaI heard footsteps approaching, and my heart leapt into my throat. A guard appeared, a limp body slung over his shoulder. He dropped the body on the floor, and I held my breath, dreading what I would see. The guard stood back, his face pale. “He's dead,” he said, his voice flat. I forced myself to take a step forward, my knees shaking. I knelt beside the body, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch it. I pulled back the blood-stained cloak, revealing the face of Jake.“Jake, the Fierce,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Don't do this. You can't leave like this.” I reached out to touch his cold cheek, my hands shaking. I looked down at him, my heartbreaking as I took in his broken body. “Please… please don't go.” I cradled his body in my arms, my tears falling like rain.My mother rushed to my side, her arms wrapping around me. “Shh, my dear. Be strong,” she murmured. Drake stood in front of me, his eyes hard and unyielding. His arms were crossed behind his back, hi
ZeldaI felt Jake's hand slip from my grasp, and I heard a sickening thud as he hit the rocks below. I wanted to believe he was still alive, but I knew it was a futile hope. I sank to my knees, my eyes fixated on the jagged cliff that loomed before me. “Jake! Jake! Jake!” I heard Drake’s voice as he called out, but the only response was the echo of his own voice. Desperately, Drake yelled again, his voice hoarse and cracking. But there was no reply, only a heavy silence. I turned to Drake, his expression unreadable. “Let's go,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with grief. “No!” I cried, shaking my head. “We have to find him! We have to save him!” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't accept that he was gone. Drake took my face in his hands, his eyes filled with sadness. “He's dead, Zelda,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I'm so sorry.” I shook my head, refusing to accept that Jake was gone, and then I freed myself from hi
Zelda“Help!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with fear. My claws were digging into the wall, my muscles straining as I fought to stay in place. But I could feel myself slipping, and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My eyes darted to the ground below, my heart racing as I thought of the fate that awaited me if I fell. I heard the guards. Drake and Jake were shouting, but I was unable to make out what they were saying. I closed my eyes, my mind spinning as I tried to find a way out of this.I howled in desperation, the sound tearing from my throat. “Zelda!” I heard Drake call, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. I opened my eyes, straining to see him through the darkness. He was standing on the edge of the cliff, his arms outstretched toward me. But it was no use. I was too far away, the space between us was too great. “I can't reach you, Drake,” I cried, my voice cracking. He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. “Just try, Zelda,” he said, his voice shaking.I strugg
ZeldaDesperate, I reached out with my mind, trying to connect with Drake. To my relief, I felt him there, his mind close and receptive. I tried to send him to our location, hoping he could understand my message. Suddenly, I felt his presence grow stronger. He was coming, and he was coming fast. I sent him another message, pleading with him to hurry. He responded, his mind filled with a sense of urgency and determination.Cindy's wolf was impossibly fast, making it difficult for me to shift into my wolf form. I heard a loud growl in the distance, and my heart leapt. I knew that growl, that deep, angry sound. It was Drake, coming to save me. I just had to hold on until he got here. But I could feel my strength waning, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I had to find a way to keep myself safe, and quickly.Suddenly, Cindy's wolf stopped, her ears perked up and her body tensed. I could tell she had heard Drake, too. She turned to face him, her tail low and her eyes blazing with hat
ZeldaThe cold water stung my face, jolting me into consciousness. I squinted against the bright light, my eyes taking a moment to adjust. I could feel my wrists and ankles bound, my body aching with the strain of being tied up. My head pounded, a dull ache spreading from the base of my skull. As I took stock of my surroundings, I noticed that I was in a small stone room, the only light coming from a small window high above my head. The room was bare, save for a single wooden chair in the corner.The last thing I remembered was a sudden, blinding pain as something hit me on the head. Now, here I was, tied up and at the mercy of Cindy, a woman who had always been a pest in my life.“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice cracking with fear. Cindy's smirk only widened, her dark eyes glittering with malice. “Oh, you know what you did,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. I tried to think of what I could have done to make her so angry, but my mind was blank.“We were friends, C
Zelda“My lady,” a voice called from behind me, making me jump. I turned around to see a maid standing there, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. “Your room is ready,” she said, her tone deferential. “How many miles is it from here to Cindy's grandmother's house?” I asked, my voice betraying my anxiety. The maid hesitated, then said, “I do not know, my lady.” I felt a wave of frustration, but I bit my tongue. “Thank you,” I said, my tone cool.I pulled the curtains closed, blocking out the moonlight. With a weary sigh, I let my shoulders slump. “My lady,” the maid said, “I hope you find the room to your liking.” I nodded my thanks, too tired to speak. She left me alone, and I entered the room, closing the door behind me. I sank onto the bed, its softness enveloping me. The silence was broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me, and I closed my eyes, my thoughts swirling.I felt my blood boil as I thought of what that woman had d