Dark Valley, medieval time, 1455 A.D. "Wipe out the entire pack! Leave no survivors!" the voice commanded. The order was clear and direct, spoken with venomous intent. The group of rogue lycans from Savage Fury pack gathered around, nodding in agreement as they prepared their weapons. One of them spoke up, "But sir, what about the cubs and pups? They're innocent." The voice snarled in response, "Innocent? They're the future of the pack. We can't afford to let them grow up and seek revenge. Kill them all!" They exchanged nervous looks, but none had the courage to question the directive. They proceeded into the ominous and shadowy valley, clutching their weapons, prepared to carry out the order. The moon was full and bright in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Dradraley, known as Dark Valley, was a place in a dark and foreboding realm. It was a deep and winding valley that was shrouded in darkness, with jagged cliffs that loom high overhead and block out the sun.
The next day, Scarlet woke up on the shore, the sun's rays beating down on her naked body. As she lay there, exhausted, battered and bruised, she knew that she had to find a way to escape. She clutched her mother's pendant at her neck tightly as her precious treasure, as if it was her only hope and safe harbor.She groaned as she tried to sit up, her head pounding with a throbbing headache. She looked around, trying to get her bearings.Reminders of the brutal attack flooded back to her. She remembered running for her life, her family scattered in all directions and they were all killed. She remembered being tackled to the ground by the rogue lycans, confronting the lycan king, and then nothing.When she tried to stand up, she realized that she had nothing on her except for a tattered dress. It had been ripped to shreds during the attack and her transformation, leaving her completely naked.She walked along the shore for what seemed like hours until she stumbled upon a beautiful sprin
As the well-trained and powerful lycan warriors, they could track down any intruder using their sense as they could easily detect and block those people from intruding, or find ways to distract them.Tobias looked at them and remained silent.It was mid-autumn, and they were in the middle of a forest. The weather was very cold and dry leaves were scattered all over the ground. However, the air around him grew warmer; it almost felt like spring.Their king was fuming with rage!They immediately fell to the ground and shivered in fear. Their king was extraordinary, while other lycan warriors with highest level of magical power could lower the temperature by eight degrees Celsius, their king could raise it by the same amount.There weren't many things that could anger their king. Even though they were scared, they also felt confused. Joel asked, "What's the matter, My King?” "I couldn’t find my robe," he muttered, scanning the area around him. He then pointed out at the big rock as he s
Being a werewolf, Scarlett had a keen sense of smell, hearing, and agility that allowed her to hide from Tobias and his subordinates. She had been keeping a safe distance from them, observing their movements without being detected.With years of training with his father and brother, she can hide herself using a combination of her werewolf abilities and some practical tactics. Beside her natural agility and grace, it also allowed her to move quickly and silently. She could move stealthily through the forest, avoiding making any unnecessary noise that could give her away.She could blend in with her surroundings by staying still in the shadows or undergrowth. It could also help her to hide in the forest, as she would blend in with the foliage and use the cover of trees and bushes to stay hidden and out of sight.And thanks to her father's strict upbringing and training, she has mastered one of another skills of concocting herbs to disguise her scent. Her father had taught her how to mak
Joel Serge and the other guards became more curious about the girl. There was a glint in Tobias' eyes as he commanded, "Go and investigate the girl who was survived from the attack." Through all the clues he had, he suspected that the person who survived the attack could be the same person who stole his robe. He fixed Joel with a steely gaze. "I have my suspicions, and I want you investigate it. If she is innocent, then she has nothing to fear. But if she is guilty, then she must be held accountable for her actions." Joel nodded, sensing the gravity of the situation. "As you wish, My King. I'll send my best guards to search for her and gather any information they can." Tobias leaned back, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that this girl was hiding something, and he was determined to find out what it was. As they were about to walk away, Tobias called out to them. "Be careful, Joel. There are forces at work here that we don't fully understand. And she may be more dangerou
After Tobias summoned Joel and Rowena, they arrived in his chambers with haste. Joel had a look of concern on his face while Rowena seemed calm and collected. As they entered the room, Tobias stood up from his desk and gestured for them to approach. Joel quickly stepped forward and spoke first. "My King, did you summon us?" "What's the matter, My King?" Rowena asked later, bowing respectfully. Rowena Hayes was a striking figure in the room, with long dark hair cascading down her back and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mystery. She stood tall and confident, her posture exuding a sense of strength and authority. Despite the tension in the room, Rowena remained composed and unruffled, her expression betraying no hint of fear or concern. Tobias knew that he could rely on her to keep a level head and provide sound advice, even in the most trying of circumstances. Her presence brought a sense of calm to the room, and he was grateful for her unwavering loyalty and dedica
Scarlett felt her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to think of a way to explain why she was there. She knew that if the man found out she was the thief who stole his robe, it could mean the end of her life. She forced herself to remain calm and cool-headed. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a plausible explanation. She struggled to come up with a convincing lie, but her mind was blank. She took a deep breath before responding with as much confidence as she could muster. She spoke in a measured tone, trying to sound confident, "My name is Scarlett and I’m just a traveler passing through. I stumbled upon this place by accident and got lost. I was hoping to find someone who could help me find my way back." The man's grip tightened, and Scarlett could feel her heart racing. She knew that he didn't believe her, but she held his gaze, determined not to show any sign of fear. "You expect me to believe that?" the man scoffed. "I think you're lying. What were you reall
Scarlett had been tracking the lycan king for few days, close but never close enough. She was determined to seek justice for her family and now she had a chance to exact her revenge. Her anger and hatred fueled her as she tracked him through the dense forests and rugged terrain. She was relentless in her pursuit, driven by the memory of her family and the desire for revenge. However, as she closed in on Tobias, she realized that the task before her was not as simple as she had thought. Tobias was surrounded by a loyal group of followers, all of whom were fiercely protective of their king. She knew that taking him down would not be easy, especially since she had never seen his true human appearance before. When she was dragged away in his chamber, Scarlett realized that her chances of exacting her revenge were slipping away. She was filled with a sense of hopelessness and despair, knowing that she was now at the mercy of the lycan king. Despite her fear, Scarlett refused to give up.
Frustration ate her away, as she took pride in her skill at reading people. But with the man in front of her, it felt like trying to decipher an empty page, one that held no hidden meaning or clues. "Are you in the lycan king's service?" she asked directly. Tobias tilted his head, giving her a puzzled look. "In the lycan king's service?" "Do you carry out his orders? Are you one of his accomplices?" she clarified. Tobias's face grew darker, his expression tightening. Scarlett noticed the friendly warmth in his eyes turning into fiery anger that caught her by surprise. She couldn't tell if he was mad at her or not. She instinctively tightened her grip on her dagger, ready for whatever might happen. "Nope, I'm not his accomplice," he said with disdain. "To be honest, I don't even see him as the rightful leader, if you want to know the truth." Scarlett blinked, taken aback by his candid response. "You're telling me you don't? Well, that's quite unexpected. Why do you say that?" He
Scarlett gazed into his eyes, seeing the same piercing gaze she remembered from the night her family was brutally massacred. In those eyes, there was no trace of remorse, only a chilling indifference that had haunted her nightmares for years. The pain of that night still lingered in her heart, fueling her quest for vengeance.But as they looked at each other in that tense moment, Scarlett saw something that intrigued her. In the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of kindness and tenderness. She hadn't thought about that detail, and it made her feel a confused mix of emotions.It was his eyes that made her doubt, especially the little flicker of warmth she saw in them. If not for that spark, she would have killed him right away without a second thought. But the fact that the man who killed her family wasn't looking at her with a cold, uncaring stare gave her reason to pause. This revelation changed her strict, black-and-white view that she had held for so long. She had thought of To
Finishing his meal, Tobias pushed his plate away, a lingering warmth from the sweetened wine coursing through him. Determined to discover what Scarlett had to show him, he rose from his seat and shouldered his pack. Following her lead, he trailed behind her as they made their way through the bustling common room.Exiting through a back door, Scarlett closed it behind them, enveloping them in the tranquility of the open field behind the tavern. The sight that greeted Tobias was a serene panorama of rolling green, with a scattering of quaint cottages dotting the landscape. The vast expanse seemed to stretch endlessly before them, inviting curiosity and contemplation.As Tobias stood alongside Scarlett, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The simplicity of their surroundings belied the mysteries that lay concealed within. With each passing moment, he became more intrigued by what awaited him in this seemingly ordinary setting.With his senses heightened and his heart stirr
Tobias's mind was consumed by the enigmatic encounter with the waitress. The unexplainable connection he felt with her lingered in his thoughts, like a thread tying their fates together. It was as if they were connected by an invisible bond, transcending time and place.His curiosity grew with each passing moment, and he couldn't help but wonder if their meeting was orchestrated by some greater force, one that wove the tapestry of their lives. The feeling of familiarity gnawed at his heart, urging him to dig deeper into the mysteries surrounding their connection.His gaze lingered on the woman, his eyes tracing the contours of her face and the subtle nuances of her features. He noticed the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face in a cascade of dark waves. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of grayish-green, held a depth that seemed to carry a world of untold stories.As he locked eyes with her, a wave of recognition washed over Tobias, transporting him back to a pivotal
Tobias felt uneasy when he looked at how the woman was behaving. There was something about her that made him suspicious and gave him a moment of doubt.Even though her questions seemed harmless, they had a tone that made it feel more like an interrogation than a casual chat. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about the way she looked at him made him think she didn't like him.Because he wasn't sure what she wanted, he was careful about what he said and didn't want to say too much about himself. Tobias couldn't get rid of the feeling that there was more to this interaction than what he could see, so he couldn't help but wonder what it was all about."Well, I'm on my way to the north now. Just arrived from the neighboring town," he said, deciding to disclose his true identity.Tobias felt a slight twinge of vulnerability as he shared this information, allowing a glimpse into his true identity. It was a departure from his initial guardedness, an acknowledgment that he didn't need
Tobias had meticulously prepared for this journey, knowing that there were important missions awaiting him. With a mind focused and resolute, he reviewed his plans and objectives, ensuring that every detail was accounted for. The tasks at hand were of utmost significance, requiring his unwavering dedication and skill. He made a conscious choice not to bring his henchmen with him on this particular mission. He knew that privacy and secrecy were important, so he decided to look like a simple, unremarkable commoner to fit in with the crowd. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, so he dressed modestly and kept a low image. This was a smart move as it let him move around unnoticed among the crowds and watch and listen without giving away his true identity. He knew that this level of anonymity would give him the freedom to deal with the difficulties he would face in the future and do his jobs well. The previous night had been a restless one for Tobias, as he found himself
Tobias Richfield walked into the busy common room of the bar and took a deep, shaky breath before slowly letting it out. He had seen this scene many times before: the loud noise, the people doing bad things, and the wild recklessness. He couldn't help but think about all the nights he had spent in places like this, living a life of debauchery and acting like a rude, self-centered man.As he looked at the wreckage of his old life, he really hated and was very ashamed. The things he had done in the past weighed heavily on him, and he could see how damaging he had been.He was determined to leave that life behind, so he made a serious promise to start a new journey that would be marked by selflessness, honesty, and integrity. He had decided to start over and live a life of service, trying to make up for what he had done wrong and do what was right.Despite being a strong and powerful ruler who was respected by his people, he grew up as a street urchin before becoming a skilled fighter an
The innkeeper, Finley, glanced over at Scarlett with a stern expression, his bushy eyebrows furrowing. He walked over, his voice filled with authority. "Scarlett, mind your tongue. We can't have you scaring off our paying customers. Keep your emotions in check.""Doesn't it bother you that filthy men like Grayson believe they can touch us the servant without permission simply because they're purchasing a drink or two?""You know they mean no harm, dear," he countered. "And you know it's all in good fun. They would never go too far. And if they dared to, you know I would intervene.""Finley-""This inn is my business, girl. And I have the right to run it as I see fit," Finley replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You knew the terms when you agreed to work here and reside in the cottage out back."Her gaze hardened, observing that he purposefully mentioned her living arrangement to remind her of her vulnerable position."Your fiery temper is sure to drive away my customers. And wi
Scarlett went about her duties at the inn with diligence and determination. She swept the floors, cleaned the tables, and served the patrons with a smile, despite the weariness that settled in her bones. The hard work was second nature to her, a testament to her resilience and self-reliance.In exchange for the cottage behind the inn, Scarlett had willingly taken on these responsibilities. She didn't believe in relying on charity or handouts; she preferred to earn her keep and stand on her own two feet. It was a lesson her father had instilled in her from a young age, teaching her the value of hard work and the satisfaction of self-sufficiency.As she moved from one task to another, her mind would occasionally wander, replaying memories of her father's teachings. She could almost hear his voice, guiding her through each chore, reminding her to take pride in her work and to never back down from a challenge.Despite the physical demands and the long hours, Scarlett found solace in her d