Bianca’s eyes had no fear, the first time in her life she felt so powerful. She was all covered with hard metal feathers except for her face, which had all the beauty of a young lady. She had never seen Jenn before but the lawyer knew exactly who she was.Not even a second longer could Jenn stand her look, she hated her even more for all who she was - perfect and powerful.“Who are you?” asked Bianca, piercing her through like a dagger. “And what are you doing here?”“Stay away from me!” Jenn screamed out of fear - the hatred itself didn’t make her brave enough to withstand her look - she was scared that somehow Bianca knew she wanted to steal her husband away.Bianca instead took a step closer, her movements deliberate and measured, as if sensing the fragile nature of the moment. Jenn's fingers clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to contain the tempest of fear raging within her.“Are you going to kill me?” she asked, prepared for the worst.“If only you g
“Oh! Come on! You’re pulling my leg! Right? Whether white or black or any other girl’s flesh tastes exactly the same. ”“If that was the case, I wouldn’t have a collection of carefully selected patches of skin in my room. Believe me, man, every single one comes from a body which had a special flavour.”Patrick shook his head in disbelief. In reality, he didn’t give a damn what the werewolf was talking about, but he wanted to get access to the pack’s secrets through one of their members. Jig happened to be the chosen one, a naive macho, for whom thinking wasn’t the strongest side. He followed blindly his werewolf desires and became a prisoner of its instinct. Hunting for girls was his addiction and he couldn’t wait until the next freshly caught lady was chewed with his sharp teeth.“Man, you’re talking about it as if it was at least a piece of heaven in your mouth. I didn’t know the werewolf taste could be so sophisticated.”“Ha!” Jig shifted into a wolf. “You didn’t know about werewol
“I love her! I love her so much! She is my wife, I cannot lose her!”Samuel moved back and forth in the cell, barely able to tame the wolf inside him. His nature demanded freedom, demanded the moon and, what’s more, demanded a woman.“I need to touch you, Bella. I need to feel your skin, smell your hair and kiss you from head to toe. You’re my mate, so it is our destiny to be together and merge our bodies into one.”He spoke to the steel bars which reflected a distorted picture of his face. Something was telling him that he couldn’t delay any further action - it was high time to take those things in his own hands.It was late into the night when the guard took his stroll across the ward. He used to keep his torch on and crossed the cells with its stark beam to make sure everyone was in their places.As the guard's footsteps approached Samuel's cell, he paced anxiously, his heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic echoes. The moon's soft glow seeped through the small window, casting a
The dimly lit room spun around Jenn, and her thoughts floated hazily through her mind. The bottle in her hand was nearly empty when she burst out with maniacal laughter, almost breaking the glass against the table.With every passing moment, her inhibitions seemed to fade away, replaced by a reckless abandon that alcohol often brought. Her laughter echoed through the big house, a mix of melancholy and euphoria blending into a haunting melody.“Just one f*cking step from putting an end to this who*re! Just one f*cking step! You’re a traitor, Stacy! Blo*dy dwarf! You’re just like any other man, so naive and foolish…”Just as Jenn was beginning to lose herself completely to the intoxication, a sharp knock reached her ears. The sound cut through the fog in her mind, and she frowned, struggling to make sense of the intrusion. Her bleary eyes flicked towards the door, and she stumbled to her feet, swaying unsteadily."Who is this?" she muttered to herself, her voice slurred. She staggered t
[Dean’s chamber]Dean closed the door softly and whispered, "How is she?" Stacy was still catching his breath, his arm aching from the collision with Bianca."Believe me, if it weren't for me, she would be dead. But now, she's at least breathing."Dean, his eyes filled with concern, checked her pulse. "That's not very reassuring. Give her to me; I'll take her to the secret chamber. No one can know she's here. Can you imagine it? The most wanted creature in the country is hidden right in the heart of our pack!"Stacy puffed, exasperated. "If you had told me about this a week ago, I would never have believed you."Dean turned the key and pushed the door open, revealing Dervel's secret sanctuary. He guided them to the bed where Jenn used to be invited by the former leader. Carefully, Stacy laid Bianca on the red blanket, her wings half-transitioned, unconscious, and her feathers glistening like they were dipped in black ink. It was a sight neither of them had ever seen before. Bianca was
Pale fingers, as white as a bedroom sheet, did not move. Jenn laid on the floor with her eyes open - once vibrant, now empty and glassy. Samuel breathed heavily in the eerie silence of Jenn’s living room. After his emotions dwindled, he finally understood what he had done. At first he could not believe it, but as the time passed, he decided to stay strong - no alpha could let himself have a moment of doubt.Next to Jenn’s fingers laid a black necklace with a padlock - a gift from Dervel. It made a stark contrast to the blood-red roses in the vase on the nearby table. The scent of roses, once a symbol of their passion, now mingled with the metallic tang of blood, creating a haunting aroma that hung heavy in the air. Samuel's sinewy hands reached out to pick up the necklace, his fingers tracing the smooth, dark surface.What the hell is it? Did you really become Dervel’s object?The padlock itself intrigued him - it looked like a symbol of her imprisonment.What did you do it for? Thos
In a dimly lit cavern in the heart of the forest, Jig and Patrick sat across from each other, their faces shrouded in shadow. The atmosphere was tense, charged with anticipation.Having his wolf on the verge of revelation, Jig leaned forward. "Patrick, you sly fox, I must say this plan of ours has worked like a charm. Stacy, the dwarf, has truly come through for us."Patrick nodded, a sinister smile curling on his lips. "Indeed, Jig. Stacy's approval of our plan gave us access to Bianca. And Dean is such a lost leader that he will do whatever Stacy tells him to do. If Bianca does not regain her memory until the day of conception, the biggest part of the plan will be done.”Jig chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Who would've thought a dwarf seemingly of no worth would become our secret weapon?"Patrick’s voice barely above a whisper. "Without him, I would not be able to get to Bianca. Now we need to make sure we are always one step ahead. Ahead of them all"His eyes gleamed with exciteme
“My name is Patrick. I am your father, my child. ”Bianca stared at him with an open mouth. She could not remember a thing from her past. The sight of a handsome, a bit older man who declared to be her father was special in terms of two things: first of all, she stopped being so alone in this world and, secondly, she could finally learn something about her past.“But… I just don’t remember you. I’m sorry, but I don’t remember anything!”Her tears could not stop falling. She tried to hide her eyes behind the shaking palm of her hand.“Don’t be shy to cry, darling. It’s all good. You just need to know you’re among friends. I will take care of you.”Patrick put the warmest smile on his face he could, and hugged Bianca, leaning over her bed. When she hid her face in his arms, he could finally take off his mask and stop smiling.It is my time now. Don’t screw it, Patrick. Just imagine Melany watching us now!"Tell me!" she begged, her voice quivering with emotion. "Tell me everything about
Bianca cradled her newborn baby in her arms, feeling a surge of love and relief. She had survived the ordeal of giving birth to a healthy beautiful boy who had three different natures: the human one, crowish and wolfish.But it didn’t matter at that time. Bianca couldn't believe how perfect her baby was. She held him close to her chest, feeling his tiny heartbeat and his warm breath on her skin. She looked at his face, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and saw a reflection of herself and his father. He was their miracle, their joy, their everything. She smiled and kissed his forehead, whispering words of love and gratitude. She felt a surge of emotion as she realized how much her life had changed at that moment. She was a mother now, and nothing would ever be the same. The world was about to change thanks to her and the werewolf who she picked to be the father.At the same time, the mere thought of what was going to come filled her with fear. Until her baby is not big and strong, there w
A loud bang tore the whole place apart. Melany jerked out of terror and the only thing that occurred in her head was the fear about her daughter.I know this gun. She thought.Victor, who are you shooting at? Her hand was already on the handle. Bianca surely wasn’t asleep anymore. Not after such a long bang. When the door is open, the whole truth will come to light.So, there she was behind the door fighting with herself. With her fear of losing her daughter once and for all, which might happen in two different ways: physical and emotional.Bianca, are you alright? Having seen Patrick’s blood, her imagination went wild, and she already saw Bianca dead lying on the floor.No… I can’t wait any longer! I must see you!And she pushed the handle. The moment it happened, the curtain of mystery dispersed.It was like a big thunder piercing through Bianca’s flesh. Her crow woke up from a deep sleep and spread its wings. She was covered with black, shining feathers, starting from her breast
Bianca tossed and turned in her sleep, trapped in a nightmare. She dreamed that it was her wedding day, and she was walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. She looked up and saw Samuel, her fiancé, smiling at her. She felt a surge of love and happiness, until she blinked and saw that Samuel had changed into Michael. She gasped and tried to run away, but it was too late. Michael grabbed her hand and put a ring on her finger, saying "You're mine now, Bianca."She screamed and woke up in another dream. This time, she was in a different wedding dress, and she was marrying Samuel again. She felt relieved and hoped that this was the real one. But as she kissed Samuel, she felt something wrong. She opened her eyes and saw that Samuel had turned into a werewolf, with sharp teeth and claws. He bit her neck and she felt a searing pain. She pushed him away and ran for the door, but it was locked.She cried and woke up in another dream. This time, she was in bed with a werewolf, who wa
Samuel's wolf could sense Bianca's smell all over the tunnel. He could be sure that the crow leading him to her was right. The crow even knew how to open the stone entrance but at some point, when the light completely disappeared deep down in the tunnel, the flying ally disappeared. Samuel didn't notice that until he heard the entrance became closed again. The sound of sliding heavy rock made him realize there was no way back.Was it a trap? His eyes glowed with fear. If the tunnel was closed on the other side, he would be sentenced to death, death of hunger, thirst and perhaps even suffocation.But he had to keep on running, regardless of what was awaiting him at the end.At the same time, another big run was about to take place. Stacy realized his plan didn't prove to be successful, so he knew, there was just one option left for him - to retreat.Being so close to the desirable aim of independence from anyone, made it for him even more regrettable, but Victor would never forgive him
Michael couldn't take his eyes off Bianca's face. She was in a deep sleep after drinking his mixture. He had been sitting by her bedside for hours, holding her hand and looking at the clock which in twelve hours was supposed to strike midnight. When it happens, a special conjugation of stars and the Moon, which takes up the shape of a crow, will open Bianca’s body to an extraordinary thing - the ability to accept wolf’s semen and use it for the creation of a new species.So he sat there alone, completely unaware of what was happening behind his back. He was afraid of just one thing - what if she said no to their act of creation? What will he do if she rejects him?The time to unite their bodies won’t last too long - it is just a window of three hours, between midnight and 3am. Michael wanted to make it as pleasurable as possible for her, but what if she said no?I have no choice. I will have to force her, whatever the cost. The child must be born. He fiddled around with one of the th
The gun fired and its bang tore the whole place apart. Patrick stood still with his hand raised to the ceiling, from which a black feather was falling down in a smooth move, straight to the table. Melany with a terror on her face watched a killed crow lying in front of her. It saved her life.Patrick, pointed the gun at her, instead of firing it at Victor. His hatred towards her was even stronger than his love for money.At the exact moment when Patrick pulled the trigger, another gun fired. It was Victor’s finger with a silver ring which aimed impeccably straight at the middle of his temple. From a small dot, suddenly a streak of blood started coming out, staining the lapels of his suit. His scalp burst into small pieces - the bullet literally smashed his head.Victor survived another death of his. Only Stacy did not foresee the outcome of this attempt at his life.“Look,” Victor put the gun on the table. There was still smoke coming from the gun barrel. “The crow has just saved your
“Are there silver bullets inside your gun? If not, I will take it as an offence.”The man sitting at the table didn’t even care that there was a gun pointed at him.“You’re alive Victor, you old fox. You’ve arranged everything from the start. And managed to involve so many people into your plot.”“And that’s only the beginning, Patrick. There is a great future ahead of us.’’“Ahead of us?” Patrick raised his voice. Finally, he noticed the woman sitting in front of him.“Yes. Ahead of me, Bianca and Melany.”The woman turned around and looked straight into his face. It was Melany - Bianca’s mom who was supposed to be sick with leukemia in hospital.Patrick lowered the gun unwillingly. “You must be kidding me. You have tricked not only me, but first and foremost Bianca! She's gonna hate you even more than me!”Victor smiled wickedly. "Oh, Patrick, you're so behind with everything. In the end, Bianca will thank us for it and that should not be your concern. Melany has always been against
Stacy pushed the handle leading to the golden cabin and ushered Patrick inside.“Just take a seat, Patrick,” the dwarf showed him a dusted chair and locked the door. He didn’t want Michael to hear any of what was just about to be said.He leaned against the door and took a deep breath.“How is it possible that both you and I are so deep in the werewolf’s world…”Stacy cracked his knuckles as Patrick listened, intrigued. The dwarf was the only person around who showed some common sense and was just like him - an ordinary man with no second nature inside.But that was deceptive.“People don’t even realize what world they live in. They are just playing around like kids in the sandpit, not even aware of what is happening to their relatives, daughters and so on. What can even happen to them.”The conversation was not what Patrick expected. He hoped to know something about his money and even though he trusted Stacy more than any other werewolf, he always tried to see the second bottom.Ever
Samuel lay on the floor of the abandoned lighthouse, his breath ragged and his blood staining the leaves. He felt a sharp pain in his side where the sharp claws nearly tore him apart. He knew he had to heal quickly - deep down he felt Bianca needed him.He closed his eyes and focused on his inner wolf, willing his body to regenerate.However, he wasn’t alone.He heard a caw above him and opened one eye. A crow was perched on a rock shelf, staring at him with focus. Samuel growled softly, but the crow didn't seem afraid. It tilted its head and cawed again.“You’re a crow… Just like my wife,” he muttered. Despite the pain taking into parts all his consciousness, an intriguing thought came to his mind.“Do you know where Bianca is? Can you lead me to her?”The crow tilted its head and cawed again, as if understanding his words. There was something in its eyes that could not be overlooked.The crow landed on his chest and started pecking at his wounds. Samuel felt a shooting pain all over