The next morning, I got to work alongside the members of Alpha Dan's pack, and I noticed a dissonance between them and my pack members. Gone was the openness that my pack members had displayed when they had first arrived, in its place was a hostility they did not bother to hide. Calling Seth over, I asked him what the entire skirmish was about. “Seth, I see that you do not get along the best with the allies. Is there a problem? Everyone in the pack seems to be following your lead, more or less, and I don't want any fights to break out.” Seth, usually a man of few words, opened his mouth and shut it, like a fish, seemingly deciding on what to say to me. Finally, he came to a conclusion, and met me in the eyes, the blinding blue of his keeping my focused on what he had to say. “Alpha Layla, they are bad vibes. There's something about all of them that just isn't right, and while they works, they sing songs of plundering and destruction, and we don't like that in our pack. I'm sorry.
A week had passed, and the construction project was well underway. According to the reports I had gotten from Seth, in less than a week we should be all set. The tension that had once simmered between the two packs had eased, thanks to Alpha Dan's willingness to address the issue with the plundering songs his men had sung. My pack members and his had gradually found common ground, working together with the aim of getting the job done as fast as possible.I had stayed by Brad every day, watching him regain his strength bit by bit. He was back on his feet, and though he still had some recovery ahead, the improvement in his health wasn't too hard to see. All around the pack too, everywhere, the sick began to get better, and many of them were convalescing well, volunteering to help out at the construction sites. The new harmony was so beautiful that I found myself stepping away to watch it all unfurl without me. Unknown to me, beneath the surface of this newfound harmony, a sinister pl
The construction project had been quite a huge task, and now, after weeks of hard work from members of both of the packs, the buildings that would serve as shelter for the displaced outcasts were finally complete. The sense of accomplishment hung in the air like sweet nectar, mingling with the anticipation of the unveiling of the homes. Alpha Dan's pack was due to leave the next day, and the bittersweet reality of their departure loomed over us. The bond that had formed during our time together was undeniable, and saying goodbye wouldn't be easy.Asides from the drama that seemed to surround our union, it had been nice to live in a shared space with our old neighbors again, and it felt good to have them around. It was a shame that they would have to leave very soon.Seated around a large bonfire, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows, we shared happy stories and laughter. It was a moment of joy; most of the people who had been sick were now all better, and some of them ran ar
The sun sat low in the sky, casting long shadows across the clearing where the members of our pack had gathered. It was a tranquil afternoon, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees.As I walked through the gathering, I exchanged smiles and nods with familiar faces, a sense of complete satisfaction settling over me. This was my family, and it was a good thing to see people in such high spirits after the painful events of the epidemic and all the fear that had run free in the pack.However, amid the crowd, there was one face that I couldn't quite place. She looked vaguely familiar, but her features were obscured by the crowd's shifting and the sunlight that was coming in through the trees. “Do you know who that is?” I asked Kimora, interrupting her conversation with someone else. She took a second to look in the direction I had pointed and then shook her head. “No clue,” she said, frowning, “but there have been many people I haven't seen in the pack. She co
That night, the men locked me up in a dark caravan with no windows, and a bowl of water. Thirsty from the trip, I lapped it up with droplets falling against my skin. When they settled down for camp that night, I waited to be given a meal, the dingy walls were smelling of mold, and I allowed myself begin to cry at the hopelessness of the situation. The next morning, they did not bother with a sack, as they carried me whole with the caravan, the motion making me feel queasy. I had hoped for the opportunity to fight, but none were being given to me, and I soon resigned myself to my fate and gave up.Days turned into an agonizing blur as I remained confined within the dark, cramped space of the caravan. My world had been reduced to the stale scent of bread and the repetitive, bland taste of water. The only sounds that reached me were the creaking of the wagon and the occasional dampened voices of my captors. I had still not managed to recognize even a single one of them, and that faili
P.S: Dear readers, please leave a comment and review in the comments section of the app. It's been a while I asked for such favor but it will be my greatest pleasure if you do this for me. Thank you.****The journey in the caravan continued, and one night, the door opened to shove in a sack instead of the usual meal. “Get into this.” Confused, I picked up the sack that had been tossed in and got into it..The scratchy fabric must mean that they were planning on bringing me out of the caravan, right? I sat down on the wooden base of the caravan and got comfortable with waiting to be let out.Finally, the caravan came to a complete stop, and I felt the rough hands of my captors pulling me from the sack. My eyes blinked against the sudden light, and I found myself in a dimly lit, grimy dungeon. The offending smells of dampness and decay filled the air, and the walls were covered in layers of moss and grime.I did a double take, unable to believe what was right in front of me. I had been
Weeks dragged on in the darkness of the dungeon, and with each passing day, my hope grew a little dimmer. If anyone was going to find me, they should have found me by now. Even in the dungeon, the monotony of stale bread and water became my only companions aside Wally, and I found myself sinking deeper into despair, but for the few conversations I had with Wally. I missed my pack, I missed Brad, and I longed for the freedom I had once taken for granted, but it was not too bad listening to Wally talk to me about his children and the things he missed from his old pack. He was a friendly man, and I found comfort in his friendship.One morning, as dim light filtered through the small window high above, I was startled by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching my cell. Being the last one on the row, I watched as heads popped out on either side of the dungeon, curious as to where they were about to stop. The dungeon had been silent for so long that any disturbance was enough to make my
The memory flooded back, clear and vivid, justifying the hatred that Alpha.Dan housed towards me. That fateful night at my master's house when I had intervened to save a fellow maid from the clutches of a guest, it was him. I had pulled Alpha Dan, or rather, Danie, off her, and in a desperate fight to protect myself and my friend, I had struck him with a heavy candle holder filled with hot wax. He had been about to force himself onto her, and I knew that if I got him hard enough, he would be too distracted to face her. I had not meant to hurt him so badly, but the result had been so forceful that not only did it knock him unconscious but also stripped a nice chunk of his scalp bare, leaving behind an unsightl, ugly scar that would never allow hair to grow again. I would never intentionally hurt anyone, but he had been about to hurt her, and I wanted to defend her. Even now in my memory, she was not one of the nicer servants that was nice to me–she might not even have done the same
P.S: Dear readers, we've come a long way. Please don't forget to leave your comment in the comments section and your vote counts as well. See you in my next book' Winks'. Love Ya. Last Chapter. ***** The crisp autumn air rustled the leaves overhead as I stood with Brad by the edge of the clearing, my hand instinctively cradling the small swell of my belly. The pack had settled into a comfortable routine after the wedding, our days filled with moments of joy, laughter, and the expectation of new beginnings. Feeling the gentle kicks from our unborn child, I marveled at the miracle of life growing within me. Brad's hand rested on my stomach, his eyes filled with awe and love as he felt our baby move. The bond we shared seemed to have even deepened by the knowledge that soon, we would be welcoming a new member into our pack, and it would be a baby: a symbol of our love and the unity of our community. As I stood there, lost in the wonder of impending motherhood, Wally and Margot appro
P.s: Dear readers, we're coming to the end of this book. Please try to leave a review in the comments section. I really appreciate all your efforts thanks. ***** The sun set on the victorious battlefield, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. Amidst the jubilant pack members and the warriors from the Black Creek pack, Brad and I found a moment of quiet to discuss our future. Erin had joined the celebrations, her eyes reflecting the relief of a battle won and the joy of newfound family bonds. We walked together along the edge of the clearing, the sounds of laughter and celebration fading behind us. Brad looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of love and determination. "Layla," he said, his voice soft yet steady, "we've been through so much together. I can't imagine my life without you. I want to spend the rest of my days by your side, facing whatever challenges come our way, just like we did today." I smiled, my heart swelling with affection for the man beside me. "Brad,
Amidst the chaos of battle, Erin stood her ground, her eyes locked onto Rame with a mixture of anger and disgust. Brad and I, observing Erin's fierce resolve, exchanged a quick, worried glance. We knew Erin's history with Rame, how he had manipulated her in the past. We couldn't let her face him alone, but we also understood the need for Erin to confront her father. A lot of the battle had been for the pack, but a lot of it had been for Erin's sake too."Brad," I said, my voice low but urgent, "we can't just leave her alone with him. She needs our help, our support. We can't risk her getting manipulated again."I nodded, my eyes never leaving Erin. "I know, Brad. But we can't just rush in without a plan. We need to be strategic about this. If we charge in recklessly, we might inadvertently make things worse for her. We have to trust Erin, trust that she's strong enough to handle him."Brad clenched his fists, frustration evident in his eyes. "I trust Erin, but I don't trust him. He's
The air in the pack meeting hall buzzed with excitement as I stood at the front, my eyes scanning the faces of the pack members. The news of the imminent threat from Rame had spread like wildfire, and now, the entire pack was gathered to discuss our plans for the upcoming battle. Among the crowd, there was a palpable sense of fear, mixed with a touch of anxiety. The arrival of reinforcements from the Black Creek pack was eagerly awaited, not just by my pack members, but by me too. I would never admit it to anyone else, but I was terrified of what was going on. As the pack settled, Brad stood by my side, his presence a source of strength. In the last few days, I had found that I needed it a lot more, because the horror of lur wntkre situationnovertook me at the most random times. I couldn't afford for that to happen right now. Right now, I needed to convey a sense of calm and confidence to inspire our pack members. I took a deep breath, my voice projecting across the room."Thank you
The journey back to our pack was a quiet one. Brad and I walked side by side, lost in our thoughts. The encounter with Rame had shaken us to our cores. As we trudged through the dense forest, I couldn't help but glance at Brad, trying to decipher the storm of emotions that must be raging within him. Finally, unable to contain my curiosity, I broke the silence."Brad, how are you feeling?" I asked, my voice gentle. "Seeing Rame, the one who took your father away from you... it must have been incredibly difficult. I know you never speak about your father. In fact, no one in the pack does. They all act like he is some taboo topic, and hearing Rame just-”He sighed, his shoulders tense. "It's... complicated, Layla," he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of his emotions. "I never thought I'd see him again after that night. I had buried the memories deep inside, trying to move on. But now, facing him, it's like reopening an old wound. Anger, sadness, confusion... it's all mixed up ins
"You can call me someone who's not afraid of delusional villains," I retorted, my voice firm, refusing to back down in the face of Rame's anger. "Your reign of darkness ends here, Rame. We won't let you destroy our pack."Rame's eyes blazed with fury, his lips curling into a snarl. "You think your bravado will save you? I've faced stronger opponents than you, and they all fell before my power. There are many things that I can do that your small brains cannot even begin to fathom. Do you really feed into the belief that your confidence will help you?"I exchanged a shared glance with Brad, our shared annoyance fueling our speech. "Rame, your power may be formidable, but it's nothing compared to the strength of all the love that there is in this pack. Erin may be an exception, but in this pack, we protect our own," Brad said, his voice steady. "Our pack stands together, and that makes us stronger than you can ever comprehend. Get it through your little head that you are not getting your
"Layla," Brad's voice trembled with emotion as he continued, his eyes fixed on mine, "Rame was once one of the most respected wizards in our pack. His fall from grace was a tragedy that was caused by his own ambition. He was a friend to my father, a mentor even. But power corrupted him, turned him into a monster."I took a hold of Brad's hand, offering him silent support as he gathered the strength to continue. "Rame's desire for power took over him," he said, his jaw set in determination. "He killed my father, believing it would grant him the Alpha position. But our pack members, out of loyalty, stood against him. We banished him, hoping he'd never return."A chilling laughter echoed through the ruins, and Rame emerged from the shadows, his eyes glowing with malevolence. "Oh, what a touching tale," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "But you see, I've embraced the darkness. I've become more powerful than you can imagine. Your loyalty and love won't save you this time."I ti
The pack house welcomed us with its bright colors, and I felt a warmth inside that I hadn't felt before. Brad and I settled into our favorite spot in the living room, a comfortable couch where we often discussed pack matters and important decisions, long before he had lost his memory. In the distance, the fire in the fireplace burning bright. Seated close to each other, we held on to each other for long minutes at end, looking at each other like it was the first time we had seen each other in a long time. We were locked in lazy conversation and trying to figure out who could have done this in the first place, and we had tried out many different names, but one kept on coming back, over and over:Erin"I know she has a crush on me," Brad said, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "But could it be possible that her feelings took a dark turn? Maybe she couldn't handle the fact that I didn't reciprocate her feelings. Though, that would have been very counterintuitive."I nodded, understandi
The memory came rushing back to me, vivid and clear, as though it had happened just yesterday. I closed my eyes, allowing the past to wash over me, taking me back to that fateful day in the heart of the forest.Many years ago, when I was still young and finding my way as a leader, I used to roam the woods surrounding our pack territory with the forest, with its ancient trees and whispered secrets, was a place where I found solace, and the place where I enjoyed training the most. On that particular day, the sun had gone down early.I was lost in thought, my mind occupied with the responsibilities of being an Alpha. As I walked, I heard laughter, the innocent, carefree sound of a. Hold coughing. Intrigued, I followed the sound until I stumbled upon a clearing. There, surrounded by wildflowers and bathed in moonlight, were three children.The eldest, a boy with tousled brown hair and curious eyes, looked to be around ten years old. He had an air of confidence about him, his posture sugg