ZeldaMy father and brother left the room, the door closing softly behind them. I was left alone, lying on the bed, my body exhausted from the events of the day. As I drifted off to sleep, I realized that for a moment, I had forgotten my troubles. I had allowed myself to be swept up in the relief of having my father back, the comfort of knowing that I had my family around me. It was a feeling I had been missing for so long, and it was a feeling I hoped to hold on to for as long as possible.I heard the door open and looked up to see Drake standing in the doorway. His face was etched with worry, and he looked as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I couldn't bear to see him like that, so I asked, “Can I massage your head?” His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, sinking into the chair beside my bed. I took his head in my hands, my fingers gently kneading his scalp. He relaxed under my touch, his shoulders sinking with relief.“Any latest developments?” I aske
Drake“Okay, here goes,” I said, taking a deep breath and trying to make my words as clear and precise as possible. “There have been a series of attacks against us, and we don't know who is behind them. They have been happening for a while now, and they have been getting more and more serious.” I watched Jake's face as he struggled to make sense of my words, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. He seemed to be trying to put the pieces together, to understand what I was telling him. “But what does that have to do with my dad?” he asked, his voice full of worry. I could tell he was desperate for answers, for more explanation of what was happening.“Your dad went missing, and the guard on duty was killed,” I said, my voice shaky. “If it was a kidnapper, they would have sent you a ransom demand by now. And your dad doesn't have any enemies. Except me,” I said, my voice tinged with a hint of humor despite the seriousness of the situation. I could see the wheels turning in
ZeldaI tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was no use. I could feel my pulse quickening, my heart racing with anxiety. The darkness of the room seemed to press in on me, and I felt a sense of claustrophobia, like the walls were closing in.I crept out of my room, barefoot and shivering, the cold floor making me wish I had grabbed a robe. I padded down the hallway, the old wood creaking under my feet. I paused outside Drake's room, unsure if I should knock. I barged inside the room, it was dark and Drake was not inside. I could hear the shower running and the bathroom door was slightly open, I knew Drake was inside.The sound of the shower was faint but audible, the steady stream of water almost hypnotic. I couldn't help but wonder what Drake was doing in the shower at such a late hour. I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts under control. I heard a splash and a muffled curse. Suddenly, I had an idea and I decided to do it even though I have not done
JakeI lay awake, staring at the ceiling, as the hours crept by. My mind was restless, unable to shut off even for a moment. The darkness of the room felt stifling, and the sheets felt heavy on my body. The ticking of the clock seemed to get louder and louder as I tried in vain to fall asleep. Finally, I gave up and decided to face the morning, watching as the sky turned from black to a deep blue, and then a lighter shade as the sun began to peek over the horizon. I threw the covers off and got out of bed, padding barefoot across the cold floor to the window. I pulled the curtains aside and looked out into the predawn darkness, my breath fogging up the glass. I pulled on a jacket and headed out into the crisp morning air, shivering slightly as the wind whipped through my hair. I could see the outline of the woods in the distance.I needed to find Drake, and I needed to find to return to my pack. I was determined to find the answers I had. I noticed a figure in the distance, standin
DrakeI opened my eyes to the warm glow of the morning sun, shining through the window and filling the room with light. The sound of birds chirping outside filled my ears, a peaceful melody that eased my mind. But what caught my attention most was the soft sound of laughter coming from next to me. I turned to see Zelda lying there, a smile on her face and her eyes full of love. “Good morning, sleepy head,” she said, her voice full of warmth and affection. I couldn't help but smile back, feeling grateful for this moment of peace.My thoughts flashed back to the night before, to the heat of our embrace, to the taste of her lips, to the feel of her skin against mine. It was as if the night had been etched into my memory, each moment playing out in vivid detail. I felt a wave of desire wash over me, and I reached out to touch her again. But then I paused, I couldn't shake the thought that maybe she needed time to recover, that perhaps she was still feeling sore from last night. “Drake
DrakeI took the black box from Jake, my hands shaking as I lifted the lid. Inside was a stack of papers and photographs. I rifled through them, my eyes widening as I saw familiar names and faces. Some of the pages were letters, written in neat script. Others were pictures, showing people I didn't recognize. And then, I saw it. A picture of Lucas, standing next to a man I had never seen before. But there was something about him that looked familiar. I felt a shiver of recognition run down my spine. Who was he? And what did he have to do with Lucas?I looked up from the picture, my eyes wide with shock. “That's your father's best friend?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I had so many questions, but I didn't know where to start. “Yes,” Jake replied, his voice shaky. “His name is-” He stopped, taking a deep breath. “His name is Alpha Charles.” “Charles.” I hummed as I watched the picture closely. “What does Charles have to do with this?” I asked. I could see the hesitation in Jak
DrakeI made my way down the door, my legs feeling like lead. Jake was waiting for me, a small box in his hands. When I got close enough, he opened the box and revealed its contents. It was a sword, its blade glinting in the light. My stomach dropped as I realized what it meant. “Is this the sword?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” he said, his own voice barely audible. I felt like I was going to be sick. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. “It belongs to Alpha Charles pack,” he said, his voice quivering.The sword belonged to Alpha Charles, one of the most powerful and dangerous Alphas in the country. He was ruthless, and he ruled with an iron fist. His reputation was infamous, and we knew that we were up against something much bigger than we could have imagined. “This changes everything,” I said, my voice hollow. “We need to act fast.” “But what can we do?” Jack asked, his voice trembling. I knew we had to think fast, and we had to be smart. B
DrakeIt was Zelda, her long, dark hair hanging loose around her shoulders. She was wearing a white nightgown, and one hand was clutching it tightly. Her face was pale, and her eyes were wide with fear. She glanced from me to Jake, her eyes filled with confusion. Zelda walked towards us, her steps slow and measured. She stopped in front of me, her eyes never leaving my face. “What are you doing in the store?” she asked, her voice trembling. “It's dusty.” I could see the dust settling on her nightgown, and I felt a pang of guilt. “We are sorry,” I said, my voice, soft. “We were dealing with some shit.” She raised her hand to her nose, a look of disgust on her face. “It's horrible in here,” she said, her voice full of disgust. “I can't even breathe.”“What are you doing here?” I asked what I had in my mind the moment I saw her at the door.“I was passing by when I heard voices,” she said, her eyes never leaving mine. “I thought it was strange, so I decided to check.” Her words were
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