Amelia's POVAs I made my way through the corridors of the palace, a sense of unease settled over me like a heavy shroud. Thoughts of my contact in the palace and the letter I had sent over last time weighed heavily on my mind, casting a shadow over my usual calm demeanor.Alpha Gonzales's dinner tray balanced precariously in my hands as I approached his study, the aroma of freshly cooked food mingling with the faint scent of parchment and ink that permeated the air. Pushing open the door, I found him frantically searching through stacks of papers and books, his expression one of frustration and agitation."Alpha Gonzales, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern as I set the tray down on his desk.He looked up, his eyes wild with panic. "The paper," he muttered, his voice strained. "I can't find it."I furrowed my brow, puzzled by his sudden urgency. "What paper?" I inquired, trying to keep my tone calm despite the rising tide of anxiety within me."The paper where
Amelia's POV I nodded in agreement, my pulse quickening with a mixture of anticipation and fear. With a shared glance, we stepped forward, our footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestones as we closed in on our quarry.The man turned at the sound of our approach, his eyes widening in alarm as he realized he had been discovered. Without a word, he bolted, his footsteps echoing through the silent night as he fled into the darkness.With a surge of adrenaline, we gave chase, our hearts pounding in our chests as we pursued him through the labyrinthine streets of the city. The illusory crow soared overhead, leading the way with a sense of purpose that seemed almost uncanny in its clarity........As the man darted off into the forest, my heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins as I followed in hot pursuit alongside Alpha Gonzales. The trees loomed overhead, their twisted branches casting eerie shadows that danced across the forest floor.The moon hung low in th
Amelia's POVThe courtyard of the packhouse was bathed in silver moonlight, casting long shadows that danced across the ground as Alpha Gonzales and I dragged our captive through the open space. The man between us, Isaac, a member of our own pack, struggled against our grip, but to no avail. The revelation of his identity had been a shock, betraying a sense of betrayal that lingered in the air, thick and palpable.We threw Isaac down onto the cold cobblestones, his body thudding heavily against the ground. He winced, but quickly masked any sign of pain with a defiant glare. Standing over him, I felt a surge of frustration at his obstinacy, my hands clenching into fists at my sides."Isaac," Alpha Gonzales began, his voice a mix of anger and disappointment, "you have been caught red-handed, betraying your pack. Explain yourself."Isaac looked up at us, his eyes flickering with an emotion I couldn't quite place. Fear, perhaps, or maybe defiance. "I don't know what you're talking about,"
Amelia's POVI watched, silent, as he selected several items: a small pouch of salt, a crystal vial filled with a liquid that shimmered even in the dim light, and a bundle of dried herbs tied with a red string. Each item was chosen with deliberate care, Gonzales's hands steady and sure."Salt to purify and protect," he murmured, almost to himself as he placed the items on his desk. "The essence of moonflower, for clarity and truth. And bloodroot, to break through barriers and reveal what is hidden."I swallowed hard, my curiosity warring with a sudden, inexplicable fear. "And... you believe this will make Isaac speak?"Gonzales met my gaze, his eyes reflecting a complexity of emotions. "It will give us a better chance of uncovering the truth. But these rituals, Amelia, they are not to be taken lightly. They require precision, respect for the forces we're invoking."He began to gather the items, placing them carefully into a small, leather-bound case. "Come, we must prepare the space p
Amelia's POVAs the dim light of the cell flickered, casting long shadows across the stone walls, Gonzales's eyes transformed into pools of ethereal silver, a testament to the ancient power coursing through his veins. The room itself seemed to respond to his command, the air thickening, becoming charged with a palpable energy that tethered Isaac to the spot. His resistance, once a burning fire, seemed to ebb away under Gonzales's penetrating gaze, dimming to mere embers as if his very will was ensnared. It was fascinating to watch - but only because Gonzales was on my side as it were."Tell me," Gonzales's voice was calm, commanding, "who do you work for?"Isaac, his figure slumped, his defiance crumbling, parted his lips to speak. His voice, no longer laced with the sharpness of treachery, became a mere vessel for the truth, stripped of any facade. "The Silver Hands," he confessed, the words heavy with implications. Even though I had long since figured that part out, I still held out
Hazel's POVAs I stood in the dimly lit chamber, concealed within the shadows, my gaze fixated on Zion and the other physicians as they worked tirelessly on the corrupted. It had been merely a week since I had acquired Zion through means of coercion, yet the progress they had made in taming and controlling the corrupted was astonishing to say the least.Zion moved with a sense of purpose, his brow furrowed in concentration as he directed the other physicians in their tasks. Because if he did not then, well. The air was heavy with the scent of herbs and incense, a concoction carefully crafted to soothe the volatile nature of the corrupted mind as I've been rold.Zion gestures to one of the physicians, who carefully approaches the corrupted with a bowl of scented incense. The air is thick with tension as they cautiously proceed with their demonstration. I watch intently, my gaze flickering between Zion's confident demeanor and the subdued movements of the corrupted.I observed silently
Hazel's POV"Excellent work," I said, my voice carrying across the room with an air of authority. "You have surpassed my expectations."Zion inclined his head in acknowledgment, a faint glimmer of relief in his eyes. "Thank you, Alpha King," he replied, his tone respectful yet guarded.I returned his nod with a nod of my own, my gaze sweeping over the assembled physicians. "Continue with your efforts," I instructed, my voice echoing through the chamber. "There is still much to be done, but I have every confidence in your abilities."With that, I turned and made my way out of the chamber, leaving Zion and his team to their work. The old man really was a game changer. With him under me, I knew that nothing could stand in the way of my ambitions. And anything that does would not stand there for long........As I emerged from the depths of the underground chambers, the cool air of the palace proper greeted me, a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere below. My footsteps echoed through
Hazel's POVAfter a brief nap, a sudden realization jolted me awake with renewed purpose. Zion's knowledge could hold the key to unlocking the secrets of corruption, and I could not afford to delay in seeking his expertise. It was a rather sudden realization and so with a sense of urgency, I attended to a few mundane matters to avoid suspicion before slipping out into the woods.The afternoon sun cast dappled shadows across the forest floor as I made my way through the winding paths, my senses alert for any signs of surveillance. Only when I was certain that I was not being followed did I veer off the main trail and navigate through the dense undergrowth towards Zion's secluded cottage.As I approached the quaint dwelling nestled amidst the trees, I could hear a faint commotion emanating from within. With a quick glance around to ensure my solitude, I rapped sharply on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet woods.There was a commotion inside, followed by the hesitant footsteps