Marco’s POVAs the echoes of warcries filled the air, my heart raced with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Without wasting another moment, I gently disentangled myself from Scarlett's embrace, my eyes still locked with hers, silently promising to return to her side as soon as I could. Her worried expression mirrored my own, and I pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before hastily stepping out of our sanctuary, determined to uncover the cause of the turmoil that now surrounded us.As I hurried through the corridors of the palace, the sense of urgency gripped me tighter with every passing step. I could hear the distant clamor of armor and the trampling of hooves growing louder. Panic rose within me, intertwining with the burning curiosity to uncover the truth.Finally, as I burst through the palace doors, the scene before me sent a shockwave through my veins. My entire army stood in formation, a sea of determined faces, their weapons glistening in the sunlight. And at the forefro
Scarlett’s POV Confusion swirled within me as the cacophony of battle seeped through the thick walls of the palace. My heart pounded in my chest, each thud echoing the fear that coursed through my veins. The palace was meant to be our sanctuary, fortified and guarded against any threat, yet the sounds of war drew nearer, defying all logic. I rushed to the window, peering out with trepidation, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was unfolding. The courtyard below was a chaotic tableau of swirling dust, glinting weapons, and the clash of bodies locked in combat. The enemy forces pressed forward with a relentless determination, their war cries piercing the air, inching closer to the palace. Dread tightened its grip around my heart, and I clutched at the fabric of my gown, feeling its silky texture slip through my trembling fingers. The safety of the palace felt fragile, as though it could crumble at any moment under the weight of the encroaching darkness. Where was Marco? I longed for
Marco’s POVAs the chaos erupted around us, my instincts took over, fueling my transformation into a Lycan full breed wolf. The surge of power coursed through my veins, my senses heightened to a razor-sharp focus. I stood tall, my muscles rippling with strength, ready to face the imminent threat that loomed before me.The scent of blood and sweat mingled in the air as Swift claw's men closed in on me, their eyes filled with malice and aggression. They underestimated the fury that burned within me, the determination to protect my pack and our legacy. With a fierce snarl, I lunged forward, my fangs bared, meeting their onslaught head-on.The clash of steel against claws filled the air as I fought with a primal ferocity. Each strike was precise, calculated, aiming to incapacitate rather than kill. I couldn't afford to lose control, to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume me. This battle was about justice, not vengeance.Swift claw's men outnumbered me, but I was fueled by a
Marco’s POVAs I kneel down beside the wounded soldier, a mix of emotions floods my being. Concern and urgency grip my heart, while anger simmers beneath the surface. I lean closer, my voice filled with a tremor of anxiety and frustration."What happened here?" I demand, my tone laced with urgency. "Where is Scarlett?"The soldier's labored breaths punctuate the tense silence that envelops us. He struggles to speak, his words escaping in gasps and whispers. I place a gentle hand on his shoulder, offering what little comfort I can amidst the chaos surrounding us."Take your time," I urge, my voice softer now, but the urgency still evident. "Just breathe and tell me what you can."The soldier's eyes meet mine, a flicker of gratitude mixed with pain passing through his gaze. He takes a shallow breath, summoning the strength to recount the harrowing events that transpired within these walls."A group of wolves... they stormed the safehouse," he manages to utter, his voice strained. "It...
Marco’s POVMy chest heaves with every breath as I sprint back towards the forefront of the battle line. Anger and frustration course through my veins, clouding my judgment, and driving me forward with a single-minded purpose. The weight of Scarlett's abduction presses heavily on my shoulders, fueling my rage and blinding me to all else.As I charge into the midst of the enemy werewolves, my movements are fueled by pure instinct. I strike without mercy, my claws tearing through flesh and bone, my fangs sinking deep into the enemy's throats. Each kill brings me a momentary release, a fleeting respite from the overwhelming despair that threatens to consume me.Amidst the chaos, Sage's keen eyes catch my erratic behavior. He maneuvers through the battlefield, expertly fending off adversaries as he makes his way towards me. His voice cuts through the clamor of battle, filled with concern and urgency."Marco, what's wrong?" he shouts, his eyes searching mine for answers. "You're not yourse
Marco’s POVI feel a surge of frustration rising within me, the impatience to rescue Scarlett gnawing at my every thought. I turn to face Sage, my voice sharp and filled with raw emotion."I don't care where we start!" I exclaim, my voice cutting through the air. "We'll search every corner, every hideout, until we find them. We'll tear this world apart if we have to. But we will not rest until Scarlett is back by our side."Sage takes a step back, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of my words. However, he quickly regains his composure and nods, his eyes conveying his unwavering loyalty."Understood," he says, his voice resolute. "I'll gather the best men we have, those we can trust implicitly. We'll leave no stone unturned in our pursuit of Scarlett and those who took her."As Sage turns to carry out my orders, the weight of responsibility settles upon my shoulders. I pace back and forth, the urgency driving me to think through every possible lead, every avenue to explore. Swif
Marco’s POVDays blend into nights as we tirelessly pursue Swift Claw men, our determination unyielding. We interrogate informants, follow leads, and leave no stone unturned. Through thick forests, desolate plains, and treacherous mountains, we press on, refusing to be deterred.The scorching sun beat down on us relentlessly, adding to the weariness that clung to our bones. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I and Sage took a moment to rest under the shade of a towering oak tree. We had been on the move for days, our pursuit unyielding, but the trail seemed to grow fainter with each passing hour.As we sat side by side, our faces etched with exhaustion, a distant murmur reached our ears. It was faint, carried by the gentle breeze, but it was enough to pique our curiosity. We exchanged glances, a shared sense of intrigue washing away the fatigue momentarily."Sage," I whispered, my voice hushed yet tinged with excitement. "Did you hear that? The voices...they're not far off. We should
CHAPTER FOURTY SEVENMarco’s POVPerched in our secluded spot, I took a moment to absorb the tranquility of the surroundings. The rustling leaves whispered encouragement, urging me to grasp this chance to rescue Scarlett with both hands. Every fiber of my being buzzed with anticipation, but there was no room for complacency. This was a decisive moment, and I couldn't afford to let it slip away."Sage," I began, my voice steady yet laced with an undeniable urgency. "We must act swiftly and with absolute determination. Our mission is to tail these men discreetly, observing their every move and gathering every ounce of information we can lay our hands on. The key to Scarlett's whereabouts rests in their hands, and we cannot allow it to slip away from us."Sage furrowed his brow as he contemplated my plan. He understood the inherent risks, the possibility of walking into a trap or blindly placing our trust in the wrong people. "Marco," he cautioned, his words carefully measured. "We must
Marco’s POVSwiftclaw laughed loudly in the passage, making fun of us. "Oh, Marco," he said, "is this your killer team? How cute. But you're too slow."I looked at Sage and Dave. They were ready to fight, having heard Swiftclaw's insults. We nodded at each other, knowing we had to work together to defeat the traitor.Swiftclaw didn't waste time. He suddenly moved very fast, surprising us. He hit Sage and Dave hard, and they fell to the ground.It seemed like Swiftclaw became one with the shadows, moving so fast that we couldn't see him clearly. He hit Sage and Dave with strong and precise punches, clearly having the advantage.Sage and Dave, although strong, were caught off guard by Swiftclaw's fast attack. They tried to get up but couldn't defend themselves before Swiftclaw attacked again.I watched in horror as Swiftclaw hit them repeatedly, his punches were strong and accurate. Sage and Dave tried to fight back, but Swiftclaw was too fast and skilled.As I watched the battle, I kne
Marco's POVBut it was too late. A spear, gleaming malevolently in the dim light, pierced through Michael's back and emerged crimson-soaked from his chest. The force of the blow was enough to send him crashing to the ground, the impact causing a sickening thud that reverberated in the stillness of the moment."WTF!!!" I exclaimed in sheer shock and disbelief, my voice echoing through the passage.I staggered to my feet, my eyes wide with horror as I witnessed Michael writhing on the ground, blood gushing from his wound in a torrent. His face contorted with agony, and he struggled to breathe, his life slipping away before my eyes.My gaze snapped upward, seeking the source of this sudden attitude by Swiftclaw to him. And there, with blood-soaked hands and a malevolent grin that sent shivers down my spine, stood Swiftclaw. His eyes gleamed with triumph, and he let out a chilling, mocking laugh as he looked down at Michael."You thought I would give you the Kingdom, Michael?" Swiftclaw t
Scarlett’s POVMy heart aced as Sage and I moved toward the exit, leaving behind the chaotic scene of the battle between Marco and his men. My mind was a whirlwind of fear, concern for Marco's safety, and the urgency of our escape. I glanced back over my shoulder, my eyes locked onto Marco, who was still locked in the fierce struggle with Swiftclaw.Then, a shadow loomed at the doorway, and my breath caught in my throat. Who could it be at this crucial moment, blocking our way to safety? My thoughts raced, trying to identify the person."Leaving so soon?" The voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned to see a sinister figure with an evil grin, lurking in the dimly lit passage. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to make out the intruder's features.Sudden relief washed over me as the person stepped into the light, revealing himself to be Michael. My anxiety shifted to anger. What was he doing here, now of all times? And why did he look so menacing, holding that large, dangero
Marco’s POVMy heart was beating fast, and I was breathing hard as I watched Swiftclaw coming toward me, looking really angry. I couldn't see a way out of this, and I tried really hard to think of a solution."Wait, Swiftclaw!" I said nervously, my voice shaky with fear. "Let's talk about this. Whatever's bothering you, we can find a way to fix it without fighting."Swiftclaw growled angrily but stopped for a moment, seeming to think about what I had said. The air was really tense, and I was thinking quickly. I couldn't mess up."I don't feel like talking, Marco," Swiftclaw said angrily. "You've gone too far, and now you'll pay for it."I was panicking, trying to figure out how to get out of being frozen with fear. I couldn't let fear take over; I needed to stay calm and focused."Swiftclaw, please, listen to me," I continued, my voice shaking but determined. "I didn't mean to upset you, but whatever happened, we can fix it. We're friends, right? Friends don't hurt each other like thi
Scarlett’s POV Before Swiftclaw could finish speaking, a spooky mist started oozing from the altar where Scarlett was tied up. It looked like a creepy snake, coiling around Swiftclaw, its dark tendrils moving towards him as he struggled. The room felt weird, like there was some strange power in the mist, and it got scarier by the second. Swiftclaw got really scared and started shouting as he turned into a big, scary wolf. He tried to fight off the dark mist, biting at it, which wanted to swallow him up. Scarlett was no longer in mortal danger, and she suddenly felt full of energy and determination. She knew she couldn't miss this chance. Her heart raced, and her hands were slippery with blood as she twisted and turned, trying to get free from the cold, unkind chains that held her down. Scarlett used all her strength to pull, and her wrists hurt as the chains cut into her skin, but she didn't give up. Her life depended on this moment, and she wouldn't let it slip away. The room got
Scarlett’s POVMy heart ached as I struggled to process what was happening. "Elara, what is going on? Why are you here in that robe? We were supposed to be against Swiftclaw, weren't we?"Elara's lips quivered, and she seemed on the verge of saying something, but before she could respond, Swiftclaw's cold, mocking voice cut through the tension. "You think Elara was with you all these years, Scarlett? How naive. She has always been with me... throughout. I used her to get you where I wanted you to be."The shock of Swiftclaw's revelation hit me like a physical blow. I had trusted Elara with my life, and now it seemed that trust had been horribly misplaced. Betrayal stung in my chest, and I felt tears stream down my face. "Elara... How could you?" I whispered, my voice trembling with hurt.Elara's gaze fell to the floor, and she seemed unable to meet my eyes. "I had no choice, Scarlett," she finally replied, her voice filled with anguish. "Swiftclaw... he had something that could destro
Scarlett’s POVEverything went crazy for me, and I felt like I was falling into a dark hole. It hurt a lot, and I was scared and confused. It was all mixed up like a loud, crazy song in my head. I couldn't understand what was happening, and I really wanted to call out to Marco to make sure he was okay, but I couldn't even talk.Slowly, like waking up from a bad dream, I started to notice where I was. The feeling of numbness started going away, and I felt a tingly feeling that told me I was waking up. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt really heavy, like there were invisible chains on them.I blinked a few times and started to figure out what was happening. I was tied up on something that looked like a scary table, with weird skulls all over it. Each skull had a creepy story, and the table itself was made of black stone with spooky symbols that glowed a little.The room around me was kinda dark, but there was a strange green light coming from the walls. The air smelled really bad,
Marco’s POVScarlett and I turned slowly, feeling scared in our hearts. It was Swiftclaw, looking at us with heavy eyes and a strange grin on his lips. Michael was beside him, smiling wickedly.Swiftclaw laughed in a mean way. "I knew you wouldn't go far, Marco. Love is a thing people always do." He laughed more, enjoying the scared feeling.I held Scarlett's hand tight, thinking hard. We were stuck, and Swiftclaw had us where he wanted. I had to find a way out, for both of us."Why, Swiftclaw?" I asked, my voice shaky and angry. "What do you want?"Swiftclaw grinned more and walked around us like a predator playing with its food. "Isn't it clear, Marco? I want power, and Scarlett here," he pointed at her, "has the key to it."Scarlett looked scared and confused. "What does he mean, Marco?"I clenched my teeth, trying to figure a way out. "It's a long story, Scarlett. Right now, we need to escape."Swiftclaw stopped laughing and got closer to me. "Oh, Marco, you always protected her,
Scarlett’s POVSwiftclaw had a creepy smile on his face, and I was nibbling on my tasteless food reluctantly. The room felt tense, and I couldn't help but feel that something bad was happening.I wanted to know more about how Swiftclaw knew Elara. It didn't seem like he should know her name, but he brought it up like it was important. I took a deep breath and gathered the courage to ask, "Swiftclaw, how do you know Elara? Who told you about her?" My heart raced as I waited for his answer.Swiftclaw looked at me with dark eyes and leaned closer. He spoke in a low, scary voice, "Oh, Scarlett, there's so much you don't know. You'll find out in time." His words sent shivers down my spine.I couldn't let him avoid my question, so I demanded, "Tell me now. How do you know about Elara?"Swiftclaw laughed, which made me feel even more uneasy. "Humans are easy to figure out," he taunted. "But I'll tell you a bit more. Your husband, Marco, was captured and brought here earlier. We tried to get