Rose's POV Moira's eyes widened with alarm, and she rushed to my side, her hands trembling as she reached out to hold mine. "Rose, please try to stay calm. We don't know what's happening yet. Let me fetch the healer," she said urgently, her voice filled with compassion. She quickly disappeared from my side, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the throbbing pain that seemed to consume my entire being. Fear coursed through me like wildfire, threatening to sweep me away. I tried to take deep breaths, focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest, hoping to find some semblance of control amidst the chaos. Minutes felt like hours as I lay there, clutching my abdomen, the pain refusing to relent. Every passing moment seemed to heighten my anxiety, as I imagined the worst possible outcomes. The future I had envisioned with my unborn child seemed to crumble before my eyes, leaving me overwhelmed with grief and uncertainty. Finally, I heard incoming footsteps and Moira came in with a
Rose's POV My face twisted in pain while Linda's eyes widened with concern as she knelt beside me, her hand instinctively reaching out to support me. "Rose, stay strong. We can't give up now," she whispered, her voice filled with determination. "We have to outrun them."The ground beneath us trembled as the pack of wolves closed in, their growls growing louder and more ferocious with each passing second. I gritted my teeth, fighting against the searing pain that coursed through my body. I couldn't let it break me. Not now, not when the lives of both Linda and my unborn child hung in the balance.Linda's voice shook with a mixture of fear and resolve. "We need to find shelter, Rose. Somewhere we can hold them off until help arrives."I nodded, a grim determination etched across my face. We couldn't outrun the wolves, but we could outwit them. Our only chance was to find a defensible position, somewhere we could make a final stand. Every fiber of my being screamed for rest, for respite
The spy hid quietly in the forest, watching Rose's every move ever since he was hired to follow her by the master. Since the man the master hired died, he has been feeling anxious, so she ordered the man to follow her and possibly kill her since she was far from the pack house. He followed her and informed the other packs of a missing criminal rogue that caused problems for the pack.The dense forest enveloped the spy in an eerie silence as he crouched behind a thick oak tree. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting elongated shadows on the forest floor. He observed Rose, a young woman with flowing auburn hair, as she cautiously made her way through the underbrush.With each step she took, the spy's anxiety grew. He was all too aware of the consequences if he was caught in his mission. The master's command echoed in his mind, urging him to eliminate the rogue wolf if possible. Though uncertain of the reasons behind such an order, he had learned not to question the master's int
Rose's POVAs I entered the cabin, warmth enveloped me. The interior was adorned with carefully crafted wooden furniture, creating a cozy and rustic ambiance. Sunlight poured in through the windows, casting gentle rays upon the room's wooden floors.Linda motioned for me to take a seat on a comfortable cushioned chair near a crackling fireplace. The flames danced and crackled, casting a soft glow that illuminated the room. The aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea filled the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the cabin."I'll make us some tea," Linda offered, disappearing into a well-equipped kitchen area. The clinking of porcelain and the bubbling of boiling water accompanied her movements.As she returned with two steaming mugs, she settled into an adjacent chair, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "So, Rose, this is my home. What do you think?"I settled into the cushioned chair, feeling its plush comfort embrace me. Glancing around the cabin, I took in the intricate details of
Rose's POVAs I heard them talk about me, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that settled over me like a heavy fog. Linda, my closest friend and now savior, was discussing something about me with a stranger, someone I hadn't even met yet. What had I done to warrant their concern? I understand they are concerned but they didn't even see me before concluding. I wanted to burst into the room, demand answers, and dispel whatever doubts they harbored.However, a part of me hesitated. It felt like eavesdropping, invading their private conversation. Still, the urge to uncover the truth gnawed at me relentlessly. With a resolute sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, slipped into my slippers, and quietly tiptoed toward the closed door.As I approached, the voices grew clearer, and I strained to catch every word. Linda's voice held a note of reassurance, her tone soothing and empathetic. "I understand your concerns, but she's been through so much that neither you nor I know a
Rose's POVAs we reached the center of the Nedan community, the tension in the air thickened. Word of my alleged involvement in Linda's disappearance had spread like wildfire, and curious onlookers lined the streets, their eyes filled with judgment and curiosity."How could she do that? Didn't she just arrive a few days ago?” A woman said, holding a basket in her hands, alongside another woman, looking at me scornfully.The men escorting me led me to a makeshift town hall, a modest building constructed from weathered wood and stone. Inside, the room was abuzz with hushed conversations and murmurs, interrupted only by the occasional thud of a gavel from the front.The leader of the community sat with the executives on a table on the podium, his weathered face etched with lines of concern. As I entered, the room fell into a hushed silence. All eyes were on me, their gazes piercing my soul."Miss Rose," the man's voice boomed through the room, filled with authority. "You stand accused of
Rose's POVI stumbled back, fear growing inside me as I wondered what sort of fabricated evidence he had. The leader motioned for him to come up and he did. With a wave of the leader's hand the man began to speak, "Thank you, sir," the man said, his voice quivering with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He held out a folded piece of paper in his trembling hands. "I found this in Linda's cabin this morning. It's a note, and it might provide some insight into her disappearance."Curiosity and apprehension hung in the air as the man approached the podium and handed the note to the man. The leader carefully unfolded it and began to read aloud."'My dearest Linda, I cannot bear this secret any longer. Meet me at the old oak tree by the river tonight. We must talk. It is urgent.' Signed, Anonymous."Gasps filled the room, and all eyes turned toward me. The weight of suspicion settled upon me once again, threatening to crush me under its burden. The accusation felt like a dagger to the
Rose's POV"It is no one other than him," she said, pointing at the leader, the one who led the gathering, led the community, and made the majority of the decisions. The room fell silent once again, all eyes turning toward the accused leader. His face contorted with a mix of shock, anger, and denial."You're accusing me? Me?" he retorted, his voice laced with disbelief. "I have dedicated my life to this community, to its well-being. How dare you make such baseless accusations?"Linda's eyes narrowed as she stared directly into his. "I saw your true colors, the darkness that lies beneath your façade of leadership. You wanted to maintain control, and you saw me as a threat, someone who could expose your reign of manipulation."The crowd exchanged glances, their expressions torn between loyalty and doubt. The leader had earned their trust and admiration over the years, but the weight of Linda's words lingered, challenging their perception.Another voice spoke up, belonging to an elderly