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
“You can’t be serious.” Stacy let go of the handle and the door slowly closed. Jenn was lying on the floor motionless with her empty eyes staring at him. There was a dark bruise painted on her neck and reaching up to her collarbone.Stacy felt a shiver run down his spine as he recognized a familiar smell in the air – one that could not belong to anyone but a werewolf. The chilling realization gripped his heart. Could the murderer still be inside, hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike again?He tightened his grip on the small ax, his knuckles turning white as he scanned the room, senses on high alert. The faint sound of a growl reached his ears, and his eyes darted toward the corner where heavy breathing moved the curtains.Stacy's heart raced as he prepared for a confrontation. "Show yourself!" he commanded, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination.The figure slowly emerged from the shadows, revealing a hulking, hairy form with gleaming blue eyes – a werewolf. Its
Patrick and Jig eagerly awaited the day when they would unveil the enigmatic werewolf to Bianca. If they played it out well, in just four weeks Jig would become a father of the most powerful creature in the world.“We just have to earn her trust. Once she feels comfortable with you, you can persuade her to have a baby together,” Patrick advised, cradling a thick album filled with photos at his side.“...or”, Jig’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, “I can use these drugs to quell her senses. We don’t need her mind, just her body.”A shiver ran down Patrick's spine, an inexplicable disgust washing over him as he pictured Jig getting close to his daughter. Yet, this was the price he had to pay to achieve his goals.“Just restrain your demons for now, and do it as discreetly as possible,” Patrick hid the uneasiness filling up his guts.“As you wish, dad,” Jig mocked him. “Those ‘demons’, as you call them, might prove quite useful.”“Wait for my signal. I’ll let you know when she is r
“Dean…” Stacy spoke his name full of pretended respect. The Alpha werewolf looked at him worried, his guts were telling him that nothing good was going to get out of his mouth.“I would never suspect that Dervel had started so many bad things which are haunting us. The circle of evil did not disappear with his death.”“What do you mean by that?” His guts proved to be right.“Samuel, the werewolf who married Bianca for her grandpa’s money, escaped from prison. He wants to get Bianca again and enslave her. Without her signature he can’t put his dirty hands on her fortune. That’s the legal obligation.”The dwarf used facts to tell his own version of the story.“And…” Stacy made a pause.“And what?” Dean was getting more and more impatient with all the shit which seemed to have no end.“He knows about the legend. He wants to beget Bianca and become the ruler of this world. That would mean the end of the world we know now.”“Do you think he’s dangerous?” Dean rubbed his forehead, clearly t
“That’s good that you decided to go out, my dear,” Patrick stood in front of Bianca, at the heart of the woods, bathed in silver moonlight. Bianca kept silent, her ebony feathers glistened in the soft glow. Her eyes, once sharp and knowing, now held a distant and confused look. She shifted uneasily, uncertain of her surroundings.“Don’t feel anxious. I’m over the moon that you’re feeling stronger at last,” he came up to her slowly and intended to hug her. Bianca, feeling uncertain in the arms of a stranger, wanted to oppose it, but she could not push him away. She realized she needed that, she needed to be taken care of.Patrick finally hugged her and reassured her everything would be fine. “Just trust me.”Staying so close to her, like a father to his daughter, he motioned for Jig to approach, his eyes carrying a mix of hope and tenderness."Bianca, my daughter, this is Jig. He's... he's your husband."Bianca turned her gaze toward Jig, her eyes scanning the wolfish figure before her
Jig held Bianca’s hand, and he pressed it against his chest. She could feel his heart beating, steadily and as if he was not a living creature but a mechanical tool counting down to its explosion.Patrick watched them from behind, trying to become invisible, but at the same time, he didn’t want to lose even a word of theirs.“I’ve always loved you, my darling. From the moment I saw you for the first time, I knew you were destined for me. You’re my mate, my only mate” the beast really learnt well to play his part. If Patrick didn’t know him, even he would fall for his full of care voice.“I just don’t remember anything!” Bianca burst into tears. “The more you say about my past life, the worse I feel. I don’t remember anything and I feel nothing except fear!”She tried to pull her hand from his grip but Jig didn’t let it happen. Instead, he wrapped her around her waist and tightened. She had no chance to escape from his arms.Jig! What the fu*ck are you doing! Patrick couldn’t believe h
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