Usher couldn't just sit on the sidelines when it came to Vione. He couldn't just wait in the palace while worry and longing clashed inside him, filling his mind with a whirlpool of indescribable emotions. Especially since he had already been patient enough—he had delayed the search for Vione for a day due to pressing matters that had to be prioritized.A sense of dilemma and burden had weighed on him when Usher had decided to put the needs of the pack first. It was a difficult decision, and it didn't mean that he didn't care about Vione. On the contrary, Vione was the most precious part of the pack to him. So, he had to ensure the safety of the palace before Vione really returned. The palace had to be free of any intruders. Only then would Vione be safe with him.Now everything was as Usher had wished. Not only the intruders had been removed by Usher, but also Mireya and Phillip. The situation was under control and he could no longer ignore the desire in his heart to meet Vione as soo
"Not at all. I'm sure I had it on when I escaped from the prison, but why is it gone now? Did I drop it?"Vione touched her neck several times, then stood up. She searched her body as thoroughly as she could, checking every inch of her clothing, but she still couldn't find it."My necklace," Vione whispered, her voice shaking. Her face grew pale and a shiver ran through her body—fear of loss. "I must find it."Panic began to creep into Vione's mind. The possibility that she had lost the half-moon pendant necklace made her heart ache. She couldn't imagine if the necklace was really gone. It wasn't just any necklace; it was a gift from Usher.Vione couldn't afford to lose it. So, she bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Her fear was replaced by an unshakeable determination. "I have to find it."After making sure the necklace wasn't hidden in her clothes, Vione carefully checked the floor of the cave. She pushed aside some obstructing rocks a
A feeling of unease gripped Usher as he realized that no one was in the cave. Vione was not there."Alpha."Usher blinked and turned to Garth, who had walked up to him. "What's the situation?""Sorry, Alpha. Storm, the others and I have searched the area, but we haven't found any sign of Luna."Usher furrowed his brow, deep in thought. "Impossible," he murmured in a low tone, as if speaking to himself rather than Garth. "I'm sure Vione was here. I—"Usher's words were cut short when his eyes accidentally landed on a familiar object at the bottom of the cave. He stood and picked it up—a crumpled piece of paper.Usher slowly unfolded the paper. His eyes narrowed as his expression changed as he read each word, a message to Vione to stay in the cave. He recognized the handwriting at once. It was his own.The strangeness continued, but Usher decided to ignore it for the moment. He realized that so many strange things had happened in just two days, right after he awoke from his coma. He wou
Usher couldn't risk it. Vione's safety was at stake and he had to act quickly. His plan was to instruct Garth to send a message to the Nimbria Pack. At the same time, Cora entered the office."Alpha, a letter from the Nimbria Pack."Usher's gaze fell on the letter in Cora's hand. "Give it to me."The letter changed hands. Usher read it immediately and was not at all surprised. Everything was as he had suspected. Torin proposed to negotiate, considering their mutual interests. He wanted to save Vione, while Torin could not ignore his own son, the heir of the Nimbria Pack."Torin has proposed a meeting in neutral territory," Usher said, looking at Garth and Cora in turn. "He wants to trade Phillip and Mireya tonight."Torin was making an offer that was mutually beneficial, but Usher knew the situation wasn't that simple. He would not ignore the fact that Torin was cunning and not to be underestimated. Besides, history had recorded numerous deceptions by the Nimbria Pack. It was very lik
Everything happened so fast and unexpectedly. No one could have anticipated it, so they were stunned and almost in disbelief when they realized that Torin had been knocked down by Vione's sudden attack.Vione was panting heavily. She knew her actions were tantamount to seeking death. But her mind was blank; she paid no attention to the risks when she realized that Usher was in danger. Usher could die, and she wouldn't let that happen. Usher must not die, especially not while he was protecting her.On the other hand, Usher got up quickly when Torin was thrown from him. He approached Vione with a look of deep concern. His heart's desire was to get Vione out of there as soon as possible, but he realized that Torin had to be dealt with first.Usher growled and then jumped. He attacked Torin who tried to get up. He gave Torin no chance to get up. He attacked Torin with all the strength he had left.Usher's claws dug into Torin's body, tearing it apart and causing blood to gush out. He bit
A few years ago.The night was not as usual; it felt thicker than before, as if the darkness conspired with the slowly approaching terror. It created a tension that pierced through, shaking the bones to their deepest core.A cold wind blew, carrying a strange whisper, delivering an unseen omen. All the sounds of the forest had become menacing, every rustle of leaves sounding like footsteps haunting the surroundings.Darkness loomed, ominous shadows seemed alive, lurking in the most hidden corners. The night air felt heavy with threats creeping in from all sides, waiting for the right moment to burst forth and slaughter.Above, the full moon hung with an undeniable limitation. Its light was dim, not enough to dispel the shadows that crept closer and closer. Each shadow moved quickly, unpredictably, bringing a sense of fear that promised suffering.Dry twigs snapped underfoot. Underbrush rustled. The ground was trampled, framing solid footprints that showed strength everywhere.The soun
Jemma felt uneasy all day. She was restless, her mind disturbed by something unknown. There was something different, different than usual, but she couldn't put it into words. It was as if something was wrong, causing her constant anxiety, even though she tried to ignore it.Jemma thought it was just unfounded anxiety. Logically, if she looked closely, she could convince herself that there was nothing to worry about. Everything was fine. The palace was lively and cheerful, everyone was busy, and of course the birds were still flying around and singing happily. Such was the usual day at the Palace, just like any other.Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy to put aside. Jemma couldn't ignore it. She seemed her usual self, outwardly normal; she smiled and spoke with her usual friendliness. But she was like a calm sea, hiding a powerful, invisible current within. Her heart wavered between reality and the vague, indefinable shadows. The unease couldn't be banished; it haunted her with a stronge
The battle raged on. The Frostholm pack continued to hold their ground, using every method possible to repel the attacks of the Nimbria pack. They fought on, even as wave after wave of attack washed over them like a never-ending tide, threatening to drain their strength until there was nothing left.The cold night air became hot with the smell of blood and smoke. Every breath felt heavy, filled with the scent of death that lingered in the air. The ground beneath their feet shook from the clash of claws and bodies. The roars and screams could be heard everywhere, creating a terrifying and heartbreaking symphony that reminded them that every misstep would lead to death.The eyes of the Frostholm wolves shone with rage and deepening despair. They were pushed to their limits, but they stood firm. They continued to scratch and bite at the enemies attacking from all sides.The determination to defend the border erased any sense of fatigue or pain. They might be at the limit of their strengt