"WTH! In the world is this?"Christine gasped repeatedly when she peered at the broken and devastated surrounding of the place.Her eyes wandered from left to right as she took in the scene.Abandoned buildings and streets filled with garbage and human waste, surrounded the road they traveled along. The smell of death permeated around them, and the air itself was toxic, making it hard for her to breathe.She felt like vomiting every time she inhaled through her nose but had no choice other than doing so because if she didn't, there would be a possibility that someone could catch their breath at the wrong moment. She held up her hand and covered her mouth before taking another deep inhalation.The stench made Christine's skin crawl. Her stomach turned violently while nausea threatened to make its presence known again. She was still fighting with her health when her eyes spotted a group of three hoodlums emerging from nowhere, coming toward them with menacing expressions, looking very
Trevor and Christine witnessed a terrifying and chaotic scene as they watched Tig and the felonious caught trying to rape Freya his love. They were terrified.The menacing looks of Tig, his furs all standing tall and dancing in the air, his fangs opening gently, his claws popping out and ready for action.The gang banger was so terrified by the beast's ferocious appearance that he turned quickly in the direction of the exit, but it was too late.The man was unable to move after Tig's jaws closed around his neck, and he collapsed lifelessly to the ground. He had absolutely no chance against this powerful creature, whose ghastly appearance beckons for death. "What belongs to me is off-limits to you. No, no man ever makes contact with my partner without my consent. I'd be a fool to save your life "Before the man could do anything, Tigreal slammed his hands firmly on his neck and growled angrily.Freya, seeing that Tig had already seized the man who had attempted to rape her, yelled, "Ti
Freya's POVWe were able to save Christine before it was too late thanks to Trevor, the mad driver, who stepped on the gear and propelled the automobile into its highest-ever speed.We finally reached a hospital near S Myrtle Ave after many minutes of driving Trevor was still attempting to put up a good show in order to carry Christine when My Dear Monster shoved him aside, took Christine in his arms, and hurried inside the hospital. I was insanely jealous of the way he handled her with such care, but I was also glad and delighted that I found a guy of his caliber. "Are you sure he's really a monster?", Trevor asked me with disbelief in his eyes. "I'm not sure?. But I'm certain he's more romantic and superb than a man who fancy his dress more than a dying friend", I replied teasingly and left him on the spot. "Damnit...I hate that dude", I could hear him grumble, but I ignored as If I didn't hear. "Well... Goodnight. I'll come back tomorrow to check on her", Trevor bid me goodni
"Always a step ahead of me dammit", Trevor growled when he entered the hospital ward, only to find Tigreal sitting gently like a cool guy beside Christine's patient's bed. "You don't know how much I tried hard to be here before anyone else?. I woke up at 4am just so I could get here on time!".Tigreal's head turned around slightly and he grinned widely, making him resemble a clown mocking a chum. "Of course you went home yesterday to be here early today, but he didn't. He stood by me all night ", Christine replied in a stern tone where she lay on the hospital bed. Her eyes were closed as if they had been crying while her lips curled into an angry grimace that made her look like someone who was ready for war with her enemies. "Of course she's right. My man stood by her all night with his eyes widely opened and lingering all around the room without sleeping even once! How can one not love such dedication?", said Freya out of the blueThe two men looked at each other awkwardly until T
He was pacing back and forth and shaking his head like a man stung by bees, acting like a fugitive and vagrant. Kelvin was observed in his room, ranting incoherently in the midst of his doubts: "He will die...She will die...they will die, I will kill them," he kept saying, seemingly in an effort to convince himself that they had already died. Dr. Jekyll's words keep echoing in his head, getting louder and louder."You must accept your decision because you made it. If you dared to turn back or disappoint me, I would not hesitate to destroy you; in fact, I would first destroy the very thing you were hoping to save with your life in front of your very eyes, and then you would perish ".After Kelvin had tragically lost Freya and Tigreal due to his carelessness, Jekyll said these words to him.The words penetrated his soul deeply and stabbed him in the heart. He understood what this meant because Jekyll had repeatedly warned him about it, but he had never really believed it until now, when
"Step on it, Mr. Beast, if you want to live," Trevor yelled at Tigreal, forcing him to accelerate the car."How about we swap seats?" Tigreal stuttered as Trevor jumped on his knee and pushed him out of the driver's seat before he could finish his speech. His eyes widened in terror, and he pressed harder on the accelerator. As if he'd never been so terrified before! His hands shook as he gripped the steering wheel of the vehicle, which was navigating down a busy street full of people who looked like ants running around their homes. Only one thing matters now: fleeing Jekyll's pawn! Freya and Christine were flummoxed as to how Trevor could be shivering so coherently with fear. Christine summoned the courage to ask, "Trevor?" "What are we fleeing? Why is this terrifying speed occurring without a reason? ", She asked in a sickly tone, "Take a look behind us, that answers your question," Trevor replied.Freya and Christine were stunned, and they hurriedly peered out the car windows to
Freya's POV Every woman wishes to be the energy in their lover's muscles. The man who can make them feel safe, protected, and loved without tripping or stumbling, but it hurts like hell to discover that you were his weakness, not his strength.The fact that he sputtered the words showed how much he despised me for coming along and being a hindrance to his power and Might. The words kept resonating in my ears, and the scene kept washing over me like a wave. I deduced from the expressions on his face, the sadness in his voice, and the disappointment that seemed to permeate him, as if I were something unwelcome that belonged in the trash…..I guessed. I knew then that there would never be anything more between us. He will always see me as someone who ruined everything from the beginning, and of course he's right if he thinks it that way. I looked up to the sky and tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed silently, feeling utterly miserable with myself because this wasn't what I wa
With Anger written in capital letters on his forehead, and agony displayed over his countenance, Trevor grasped his revolver and holstered it. He was ranting and soliloquizing as he kept on preparing...... preparing for a straight head on fight. "I'll save that ludic chum before he'll lose his neck....... Jekyll will feel my return today, the return of the Dagon", he mumbled as he strapped in his belt two daggers and stacks of deadly darts. He was about to leave the room when Tigreal banged in, sweat dripping from off his face as if he was being chased. "What the hell is going on?..... Who's chasing you?", Trevor screamed out loudly with fear, getting his guns ready for action. "Screw you Son of a gun. Do you know how to do anything else except holding a gun?", Tigreal chuckled. "Do I look like someone who's in the mood for entertainment right now?. I'm going to bathe Jekyll in a blood pool today and then free that son of a bitch who always claims to be something big or w
Tigreal, Freya, Christine, Kelvin, and Trevor stood in the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by an array of weaponry. Each of them diligently prepared for the impending war. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of their task imprinted on their resolute features. They knew the difficulties ahead would put their strength and resolve to the test like never before. Kelvin slung a razor-sharp sword over his waist, its dazzling edge poised for action, throwing threatening glimmers in the dark light. Christine slung a quiver of arrows across her back, her nimble fingers checking the bowstring with accustomed accuracy. Trevor, the epitome of cool under pressure, painstakingly loaded a revolver, his gestures demonstrating his steadfast concentration. Tigreal, dominating in his armor, adjusted the straps, his posture exuding power and resolve. Freya gently fastened a pair of sparkling daggers to her waist, their blades echoing her steadfast willpower. Trevor's trusty companion stormed
Tigreal summoned an assembly in the middle of the White Moon Pack territory, amid a large expanse of tall trees. It was a long-awaited event, and the wolves gathered in silence. The pack, unified in their allegiance and reverence for their Alpha, Tigreal, listened intently.Tigreal, his towering form, a symbol of power, began to speak. "My fellow pack members, the time has come for me to embark on a quest in the human world." The threat presented by Balmond and Balerick to both our realm and the human world is too enormous to ignore."The people in the throng exchanged knowing looks, aware of the coming peril that hung over them all."I understand your concerns and fears," Tigreal said, "but this mission cannot be postponed any longer." The unholy union of Balmond and Balerick jeopardizes the state of balance we have battled to protect for decades."Seraphine's eyes twinkled with excitement as she stood among the crowd. She had long desired the role of Alpha, and the possibility of Ti
Trevor's strength began to return on the second day in the infirmary, bringing with it a ray of hope. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the calm hum of medical equipment formed a continuous background. Tigreal, Freya, Kelvin, and Christine formed a unified front at his bedside, ready to hear his narrative of the horrible events that had occurred.Freya was the first to speak, her voice concerned and relieved. "Trevor, you had us worried for more than a day there."Tigreal, who towered over the rest, gave his thoughts. "Yes, Trevor. It seemed like an eon. I'm pleased to see you're on the mend."Christine, her eyes moist with emotion, chimed in. "When Freya carried you here, we feared the worst."Trevor couldn't help but crack a joke, his sense of humour intact despite his trauma. "How about we skip over the part where Freya carried me around like a hero?" Laughter swept across the room, temporarily relieving tension.Freya couldn't keep her curiosity at bay any longer, her bri
Freya's heart wrenched as she saw her son, Rolf, suffer. Her previously limitless patience had been completely depleted. Her gaze stayed fixated on Raff and Seraphine, two figures who relished in their spiteful victory, flaming with a violent mix of maternal love and rage. Her own clan's hypocritical methods had left a dark stain on what should have been the Luminance Festival's clean, joyous mood.Freya's change into her powerful werewolf form unfolded with captivating speed, punctuated by a primal cry that pierced the air and rang across the pack. Her pure white fur shimmered wonderfully in the dappled sunshine, almost otherworldly. Her eyes were like twin fires, conveying a strong resolve. She sprang from her seated position, landing with an earth shaking impact in the center of the arena, fully prepared for the confrontation that lay ahead.As Freya saw her rival's change on the other side of the arena, Seraphine's eyes narrowed and met hers. She had a long-standing desire for dom
The annual "Luminance Festival" erupted like a bright supernova in the heart of the White Moon's Pack, igniting the very air with pleasure and unity. This lavish celebration symbolized the pack members' harmonious relationship, a monument to their shared devotion to peace and prosperity. Laughter cascaded through the old forest, forming a tapestry of delight that transcended species and size, as every creature came to celebrate their connected life, from the mighty to the tiniest.The event was a visual work of art. Vibrant flags swayed in the mild breeze, like bursts of color adorning the scene around them. Tables heaved under the weight of delicious treats, which included everything from luscious meats to scrumptious desserts. Fruits and nectar-filled goblets glistened in the dappled sunlight, enticing anybody who came close. The entire pack sank to the seductive beat of dance and song as musicians performed energetic, captivating songs. Tigreal, magnificent in his festive clothing
As Trevor and his men prepared to leave the room, they had no idea that Balmond had a cyberpunk agent, a master of virtual manipulation, who had managed to hack into the system and decode the location. The agent had traced their positions through the intercepted phone conversation between Balmond and Trevor's squad, sending critical information to Balmond's waiting men.Balmond's men filled the room as the door slammed open, their forms silhouetted by the faint light of the corridor. Trevor's pulse rate increased as the standoff intensified, each second ticking by in a tight symphony of expectation."Looks like we've got company," one of Trevor's guys said, a sardonic smile pulling at his lips despite the risk."Take cover and keep them at bay," Trevor said quickly, his voice dripping with anxiety. We must buy some time."Bullets flew through the air as Trevor's crew fought a desperate struggle against Balmond's well-coordinated men. The room had turned into a battleground, with furni
Under the cover of night, Trevor and his men surrounded Balerick's towering home. Their steps were deliberate, like burglars in the dark, as they approached the home of the enigmatic individual in charge of the perilous mission. The weight of their goal weighed heavily on them, a mix of resolve and anxiety propelling their every action.Trevor's men secured the perimeter of the home with the precision of a well-oiled machine, their rifles drawn. The night air was heavy with suspense as they awaited Trevor's signal to make their move. Balerick's destiny hung in the balance, a captive audience to the impending clash.Trevor's grip on his firearm was firm, his sight fixed on the home in front of him. He understood this was the decisive moment, the climax of their attempts to foil Balmond's terrible ploy. The crew rushed forward as the signal was given, their actions synced in a precise dance.The element of surprise worked in their favor as they invaded the mansion, quickly and expertly
Trevor's thoughts raced with a fresh resolve as the echoes of Balmond and Balerick's dialogue reverberated in his head. The truck Balerick was escorting into the city had secrets that were considerably more frightening than they initially appeared to be, which had put the wheels of curiosity in action. There was a definite hidden objective at work, and Trevor was determined to find out what it was.Utilizing his connections, Trevor put together a small team of reliable people who were eager to help him in his quest to unravel the mysteries behind the trucks. They established an impromptu camp under the shelter of the thick woodland, hidden from prying eyes but well situated to watch the trucks' approach.Tension lingered in the air like a charged current as the sun sunk below the horizon, sending sweeping shadows across the countryside. Trevor's senses were tingling with anticipation at every sound, including distant wind and rustling leaves. He was aware that what he was going to fac
Trevor's path crossed with an unexpected figure as he approached the threshold of Balmond's richly decorated sitting room. During his leaving, he found himself walking beside a man who, at first look, appeared to be an average visitor to Balmond's domain. However, when their shoulders brushed against each other for a split second, an electric current of familiarity shot through Trevor's veins, igniting a newfound sensation of awareness.Trevor's feet briefly slowed down in response to this strange familiarity, giving him a priceless additional second to secretly examine the man's face. It was a quick but purposeful gaze meant to capture the man's soul without revealing his intentions. He had an enigmatic nature that sparked a flood of recollections and feelings that had been kept under wraps. He then realized that this man was none other than Mr. Balerick, Freya's villainous uncle, with the destructive ability of a lightning bolt.Trevor's heart gripped at the sight of Balerick, as me