Daemon held Fea's wrist. “We need to run!” he whispered. “We can't let them capture us. Feas' breath came faster as she yanked his hand away. “No Daemon! That's not a good idea.”His eyes grew wide with a sense of urgency. “They’ll succeed at any moment. What do you suggest?A loud bang reverberated from the door breaking the stillness. Already the guards were attempting to pry it open.Fea's gaze shot to the window. Running to it she threw back the curtains and peered down. As she measured the distance, the wind slapped her face. The ground was too far from the window. Anyone who dared to attempt to jump it would die. Peering over her shoulder Daemon joined her. “ We could leap together. Perhaps land on that shed roof. It's just the right angle.” Fea gave a firm shake of her head. “Too dangerous. Neither you nor I will make that leap. If not, our necks will break.”Daemon turned to her and said, “ Then what Fea?” With a hint of panic in his voice. BANG! The door rattled sudde
Ashton's face was etched in deep worry. He kept pacing outside back and forth like an angry lion.It was night already and yet no word from them. Each time he heard a sound, he'd look up in the direction, expecting to see Fea and Daemon, but he saw nothing.Another sound came and he stopped pacing again. This time, it was a squirrel that ran past with speed. His shoulder slouched in disappointment.His arms were crossed then he uncrossed them and rubbed his face.He took three steps forward. And turned back.His gaze drew in an anxious glint. In the hopes of seeing Fea and Daemon emerge from the forest carrying the antidote, his gaze kept to the trees. But each time his hope rose it sank once more.And then he heard footsteps. He stopped. His heart leaped to his throat. He swiftly spun around looking at the direction of the sound. However, he saw neither Fea nor Daemon. Swords slung over their backs, two of the pack's warriors were on their way to their night watch.With their boo
The road was covered in long shadows as the sun had sunk behind the hills. After the market that day, Fea and Daemon sat at the back of their cart and blended in with a group of farmers and traders heading out of the Whitefur Pack. With her cloak covered in dust from the road, Fea covered her hair with a brown scarf. With his eyes darting from guard to guard, Daemon had lowered his hood. As the horses dragged them forward with slow resolve, their hooves clopping against the stone-paved path, their cart creaked softly.The closer they got to the gate the faster Fea's heart beat. The guards hardly gave them a look. To keep moving, one waved lazily at the traders.With a slight moan, the heavy wooden gates opened. The gate was rolled open.Freedom.Fea, however, couldn't resist looking behind her. She froze. Her gaze fell on a swarm of warriors leaving the guesthouse where she and Daemon had been staying. One of them appeared enraged, his voice resonating through the walls as th
As the masked man and the wolves surrounded them, Fea's heart pounded frantically in her chest echoing louder with each beat.Although the air was cool, fear burned through her skin. Daemon stood erect before Fea, his shoulders squared. With a steady yet steely tone, he said, “ You have the wrong information. The antidote is not in our possession.”As though amused, the man in the mask cocked his head slightly. Then he suddenly sprang forward, snatched Fea, and pulled her in close. A cold, sharp, and gleaming dagger was pressed against her throat. Her breath caught as she froze in fear and gasped. Daemon's eyes widened. “Release her!”The man snarled. “ Then don't test me. If you lie to me again, I will cut her throat open. “Give me the antidote now!”Fea's body shook under his hold. She began to sob as she squirmed under his hold. “Spare us, please. Do not harm us.”Her fingers were fumbling as she slowly moved her hand to the folds of her cloak. She then took a tiny glass vial
A pale glow was cast over the forest where shadows whispered among the trees by the moon which hung low like a silent sentinel.In his black warrior uniform with the Ridgewood crest faintly glinting on his chest, Jarred stood motionless in the center of a small clearing.As though attempting to calm the storm building inside of him. His hands were clasped behind his back with his fingers interlocked. Despite the cool night air, tension hung over. In the distance, a lone owl called out as leaves rustled in the wind. Jarred remained motionless. His eyes were narrowed and fixed on the horizon and his jaw was clenched. Waiting impatiently, he wondered how long it would take him to arrive.Time is a luxury he doesn't have.And then, something hit his nostrils. A much familiar scent. And his tense shoulders relaxed a bit.Footsteps echoed. Moving slowly and methodically coming up behind him. He did not turn. A low, respectful voice called, “ Master. As directed, I have the antidote.”
" Don't you think we should put an end to this bloodshed?"Selene’s voice cut through the tense air of the pack clinic like a blade. The room smelled of blood and herbs, a bitter blend of violence and hopelessness. Around them, warriors moaned on thin cots, their injuries sutured hastily by the overworked healers.Rylan turned to her, jaw tight. “ You think surrendering to the Shadowfangs is the answer? ”Selene bristled. “ I never said surrender. I said peace. An alliance with Alpha Kieran could — ”“ No. ” His voice was sharp, final. “ I'll not bow to him. ”She clenched her fist. “ This isn't about pride, Rylan. Ravena and her rogues are growing bolder. They struck in broad daylight, right at our borders. We lost five warriors today! How many more will have to die before you see that we need allies?”Rylan’s golden eyes burned with defiance. “ We're strong enough. We do not need help from Kieran.”Selene inhaled deeply, forcing herself to stay calm. “ Strong enough to do what? Keep
Selene stood by the door, her heart pounding like a war drum.Her fingers hovered over the handle. She could still turn back, go upstairs, pretend she never considered this. Pretend she wasn’t about to betray Rylan’s trust.But wasn’t he the one betraying her?He'd dismissed her like she was nothing. Ignored her concerns. Left her alone.And now, Kieran was waiting because he had promised to help. And she couldn't turn down such an offer.Her breath came fast, uneven." Just go."Without a second thought, she stepped outside, the gentle breeze swayed by, brushing her cheeks lightly. But she was shaken by dread.One step.Then another.The darkness stretched before her, thick and endless.Selene hesitated at the edge of the porch, glancing back at the house. The warm gleam from the lanterns inside felt like a barrier between her and the path she was about to take.Rylan’s voice echoed in her mind." Promise me, Selene.”Her chest tightened.But she couldn’t ignore this. She couldn’t st
" Are you alright, Selene?"The moment the question left Kieran’s lips, her fear wavered.She had braced herself for accusations for suspicion , for something more sinister. But rather, his voice carried genuine concern.Selene swallowed, forcing a nod. “ I .. I’m fine. ”Kieran studied her for a bit longer before a small smirk spread across his face. “ You always were a terrible liar. ”she let out a shaky breath. “ I didn't come here for small talk, Kieran. ”His smirk faded. “ No, you didn't”Selene stepped forward, her fingers curling into fists. “ You said you knew how to stop the rogues. If that’s true, then tell me. We ca n’t keep losing warriors like this. ”Kieran crossed his arms, his expression darkening. “ I heard about the attack. Rylan’s pack took heavy losses. ”Selene’s stomach twisted. The memory of the pack clinic, the smell of blood, the pained groans of wounded warriors, it was all still fresh.“ We need a solution, ” she pressed. “ You said you know how to put a
A pale glow was cast over the forest where shadows whispered among the trees by the moon which hung low like a silent sentinel.In his black warrior uniform with the Ridgewood crest faintly glinting on his chest, Jarred stood motionless in the center of a small clearing.As though attempting to calm the storm building inside of him. His hands were clasped behind his back with his fingers interlocked. Despite the cool night air, tension hung over. In the distance, a lone owl called out as leaves rustled in the wind. Jarred remained motionless. His eyes were narrowed and fixed on the horizon and his jaw was clenched. Waiting impatiently, he wondered how long it would take him to arrive.Time is a luxury he doesn't have.And then, something hit his nostrils. A much familiar scent. And his tense shoulders relaxed a bit.Footsteps echoed. Moving slowly and methodically coming up behind him. He did not turn. A low, respectful voice called, “ Master. As directed, I have the antidote.”
As the masked man and the wolves surrounded them, Fea's heart pounded frantically in her chest echoing louder with each beat.Although the air was cool, fear burned through her skin. Daemon stood erect before Fea, his shoulders squared. With a steady yet steely tone, he said, “ You have the wrong information. The antidote is not in our possession.”As though amused, the man in the mask cocked his head slightly. Then he suddenly sprang forward, snatched Fea, and pulled her in close. A cold, sharp, and gleaming dagger was pressed against her throat. Her breath caught as she froze in fear and gasped. Daemon's eyes widened. “Release her!”The man snarled. “ Then don't test me. If you lie to me again, I will cut her throat open. “Give me the antidote now!”Fea's body shook under his hold. She began to sob as she squirmed under his hold. “Spare us, please. Do not harm us.”Her fingers were fumbling as she slowly moved her hand to the folds of her cloak. She then took a tiny glass vial
The road was covered in long shadows as the sun had sunk behind the hills. After the market that day, Fea and Daemon sat at the back of their cart and blended in with a group of farmers and traders heading out of the Whitefur Pack. With her cloak covered in dust from the road, Fea covered her hair with a brown scarf. With his eyes darting from guard to guard, Daemon had lowered his hood. As the horses dragged them forward with slow resolve, their hooves clopping against the stone-paved path, their cart creaked softly.The closer they got to the gate the faster Fea's heart beat. The guards hardly gave them a look. To keep moving, one waved lazily at the traders.With a slight moan, the heavy wooden gates opened. The gate was rolled open.Freedom.Fea, however, couldn't resist looking behind her. She froze. Her gaze fell on a swarm of warriors leaving the guesthouse where she and Daemon had been staying. One of them appeared enraged, his voice resonating through the walls as th
Ashton's face was etched in deep worry. He kept pacing outside back and forth like an angry lion.It was night already and yet no word from them. Each time he heard a sound, he'd look up in the direction, expecting to see Fea and Daemon, but he saw nothing.Another sound came and he stopped pacing again. This time, it was a squirrel that ran past with speed. His shoulder slouched in disappointment.His arms were crossed then he uncrossed them and rubbed his face.He took three steps forward. And turned back.His gaze drew in an anxious glint. In the hopes of seeing Fea and Daemon emerge from the forest carrying the antidote, his gaze kept to the trees. But each time his hope rose it sank once more.And then he heard footsteps. He stopped. His heart leaped to his throat. He swiftly spun around looking at the direction of the sound. However, he saw neither Fea nor Daemon. Swords slung over their backs, two of the pack's warriors were on their way to their night watch.With their boo
Daemon held Fea's wrist. “We need to run!” he whispered. “We can't let them capture us. Feas' breath came faster as she yanked his hand away. “No Daemon! That's not a good idea.”His eyes grew wide with a sense of urgency. “They’ll succeed at any moment. What do you suggest?A loud bang reverberated from the door breaking the stillness. Already the guards were attempting to pry it open.Fea's gaze shot to the window. Running to it she threw back the curtains and peered down. As she measured the distance, the wind slapped her face. The ground was too far from the window. Anyone who dared to attempt to jump it would die. Peering over her shoulder Daemon joined her. “ We could leap together. Perhaps land on that shed roof. It's just the right angle.” Fea gave a firm shake of her head. “Too dangerous. Neither you nor I will make that leap. If not, our necks will break.”Daemon turned to her and said, “ Then what Fea?” With a hint of panic in his voice. BANG! The door rattled sudde
Fea's body moved in a strangely still manner but her mind was racing.She was unable to panic. The guard approached her and gave her a suspicious look.He narrowed his eyes. “ You shouldn't be here. What is your name?”She turned slowly holding the laundry basket closer to her chest like a doe in fear. “ I… I was instructed to bring linens to the Alpha's chamber,” she stuttered, her voice shaking.The guard raised an eyebrow. “By who?”Fea twitched her fingers. As her weight shifted unevenly on her feet.She staggered a little and the basket slipped out of her hands. With eyes that flickered uneasily, the guard stepped forward and asked, “ What's wrong with you?”She swayed and muttered, “ I…..Her face was pale and stunned. “I don't feel okay. My…my head it's ach …Suddenly, she crumpled, her body going limp as she thumped softly to the floor. Her head lolled sideways and her arms flopped loosely.She slowed her breathing, keeping it steady but shallow, and her eyes fluttered shut,
She could see the dim, quiet hallway in front of her, with the flickering light creating thin streaks of shadow on the walls. Fea took deliberate, slow steps, looking at doors and walls to find the route she had committed to memory from the building plan.Like any other servant, she placed the laundry basket on her hip. Yet her heartbeat thundered beneath her ribs and her mind was clear and focused. Every turn she made and each step she took, took her one step closer to the Alpha's room. Nearer to the antidote. Ethan's poisonous condition was getting worse. Three maids brushed past her.One of them gave her a quick indifferent glance. She shuffled past them with her head down pretending to be a maid on a long shift exhausted.Her breath caught in her throat as she turned left and the guards were no longer visible.Standing tall and proud at the end of the hallway, was the Alpha's chamber door. Which was carved from thick dark wood and featured an intricate silver crest of the Wh
With cautious steps, Fea navigated the smooth corridors of the White Fur Packhouse.Her eyes were downcast, and her shoulders were slightly hunched to give the impression that she was smaller.Blend in, move like one of them, and avoid drawing attention to yourself. That was the aim.The basic outfit of the maid's uniform consisted of a brown dress, an apron, and a cloth cap to conceal her hair. Although, she had the same appearance as the others. Her mind was more active than anyone else's. She committed to memorizing every door, stairway, and corridor she went past.Each moment was significant. The Packhouse was a soaring estate with polished wooden beams and thick stone.Outside, most of the servants held mop sticks and buckets. Hurting off to complete their chores.It was the perfect setting to slip in without being noticed by anyone.The pack house was silent and vigilant, clinging to the walls like dust. After passing two guards, Fea went into a more peaceful hallway close to
The guard moved closer and Daemon felt his heart pounding in his chest.The air became tense and brittle like glass that had been cracked. Any mistake or suspicion would cause everything they had planned to fall apart like dried leaves on fire.The young man, breathing heavily and with bloodied lips, huddled next to Daemon. His eyes were wide with fear as he stared at Daemon holding on to hope like a man who is drowning.Others in the line moved uncomfortably around them, glancing between Daemon and the guard. Their expressions were sharp and silent with fear.Daemon drew his fingers closer to the dagger hilt, which was concealed beneath his tunic. The thought of pulling steel and cutting through the guard was alluring for a split second.Rather his hand slipped into the folds of his clothes away from the weapon. He pulled out a little leather pouch that was heavy but a little worn. He threw it at the guard with a well-practiced flick. Daemon's voice was smooth and calm as he said,