The execution ground is a somber place, hidden deep within the woods that encircle the Redbone pack’s territory. Ancient trees loom overhead, their twisted branches casting long shadows that dance on the ground like specters. The air is thick with anticipation, the kind that makes the skin prickle and the heart race. It is a place where blood has been spilled for centuries, where justice—or what passes for it in this brutal world—has been meted out without mercy.The council members gather in a semicircle around the clearing, their faces etched with a mix of solemnity and grim resolve. Alpha Wilson, the undisputed leader of the Redbone pack, stands at the center, his presence commanding and unyielding. His broad shoulders are draped in a cloak of dark fur, a symbol of his dominion, and his eyes, a piercing shade of greenish gold, scan the assembly with an intensity that brooks no challenge.Beside him stands Jason Wayde, his right-hand man and executioner. Jason is a formidable figure
Alpha Wilson raises his hand, the signal that the execution is to begin. The clearing falls silent, the only sound is the rustling of leaves in the wind. Jason steps forward, his eyes locked on the Omega, his blade gleaming in the dim light. The Omega does not flinch, does not beg for mercy. He stands tall, his chest heaving with labored breaths, his eyes fixed on Selena.“Retribution is a blade forged in the fires of justice, yet wielded by the hands of those with patience and precision. It is not the frenzied slash of revenge, but the calculated strike that waits in the shadows, allowing time to sharpen its edge. True retribution is not blind, but rather it sees with clarity the scales of wrongs and rights, balancing them with an even hand. It is a force that does not seek to merely satisfy the thirst for vengeance, but to restore the equilibrium that was disturbed. It knows that in the act of retribution, the lesson lies not only for the one who receives the blow but also for the o
But before the Omega can reach her, a blur of movement streaks across the clearing. Valentine, moving with the preternatural speed of his kind, intercepts the Omega in mid-air. The impact is brutal, the force of it sending the Omega crashing to the ground. Valentine doesn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he rips the Omega apart, his strength far surpassing that of any werewolf.The clearing falls into stunned silence, the air thick with the scent of blood. The Omega’s body lies in pieces on the ground, his final move thwarted in the blink of an eye. Valentine stands over the remains, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes still dark with the intensity of the moment.Selena is frozen in place, her mind reeling from the suddenness of it all. She stares at Valentine, her heart pounding in her chest, a mixture of shock and relief flooding through her. He had saved her life—there is no doubt about that. But the violence of his actions, the sheer power he had displayed, leaves her breath
The night hangs heavy over Clovis City, a shroud of darkness pierced only by the faint glimmers of light from distant windows. The air is thick with the scent of blood, the memory of violence still fresh, lingering like a specter over the town. Justice has been served, but the cost of that justice echoes in the hearts of those who remain.In the Robinson household, the atmosphere is tense. Mrs. Robinson, her hands trembling, paces the length of the living room, her mind racing with thoughts of the day’s events. Mr Robinson sits in silence, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames in the fireplace. The Omega’s execution, the swift and brutal end delivered by Valentine’s hands, plays over and over in their minds, each memory more vivid than the last.“Why attack Selena?” Mrs. Robinson whispers, breaking the silence that has settled between them like a suffocating blanket. “I think there’s a conspiracy somewhere… someone is after her life.” Her voice is thin, almost fragile, as though it
Across town, in the stately mansion that the Percys call home, Dr. Percy Adams sits in his study, his mind far from the present. The events of the day have stirred old memories, long buried beneath centuries of careful control. He stares out the window, his thoughts drifting back to a time when his family was hunted, when survival was a daily battle.His wife, Maria, enters the room silently, her presence grounding him in the here and now. She moves to his side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” she asks softly, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled thoughts.Percy nods, his gaze still distant. “She was our closest ally,” he says, his voice tinged with sadness. “But she let the hunger consume her. I couldn’t save her.”Maria’s hand tightens on his shoulder, a silent show of support. “You saved us,” she reminds him. “And that’s what matters.”He turns to look at her, his eyes filled with centuries of pain and regret. “But at what cost?”
The night air of Clovis City was thick with a sense of foreboding. The scent of pine and damp earth filled the atmosphere, mingling with the subtle undertones of fear that had permeated the city since the arrival of the vampyres. It was a night like any other, yet it carried with it the weight of centuries of secrecy, danger, and the eternal dance between life and death.Dr. Percy Adam, a man who defied time itself, stood at the edge of the city’s forest, gazing into the dense darkness as if searching for something long lost. His face, handsome and eerily serene, betrayed no emotion, but his mind raced with memories of distant lands and the countless lives he had lived.Garten Eden in Zurich was their final sanctuary, a haven where the distinguished vampyres of true nobility sought refuge after fleeing their ancestral home in Falaise—the birthplace of William the Conqueror, the first Vampire, the Original, and the progenitor of them all. Falaise, a fortified town crowned with a formid
The Percy family was not alone in their quest for a new home. Four other vampyre families, each with their own dark histories and burdens, had also sought refuge in Clovis City. They had once lived in relative harmony in the secluded mountains of Switzerland, far from the prying eyes of humanity. But, like the Percys, they had been driven from their homes by the growing suspicions of the mortal world.These families, unlike the Percys, struggled with the temptation of human blood. It was a constant battle, one that many of them had lost more than once. Yet, under Percy’s guidance, they had managed to curb their darker impulses—at least for the time being. Clovis City had become their last hope, a place where they could start anew under the protection of an unspoken truce between the werewolves and the lone vampyre who had earned their respect.The leader of the other newcomers was Anton Vladimirovich, a vampyre of noble Russian descent. He was a formidable figure, tall and broad-shoul
The investigation into the human's death revealed little, but the werewolves grew impatient. Alpha Lucas Smith, Wilson’s father, the leader of the werewolves and the then ruler of Clovis City, summoned Percy to a council meeting to discuss the situation.The council chamber was a large, imposing room, its walls lined with portraits of past werewolf leaders. Percy entered the chamber with his usual calm demeanor, but he could feel the weight of the werewolves' gazes upon him.BBW Alpha Lucas, a towering figure with a commanding presence, sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. To his left was Bucky Briggs, his Beta and one of the most influential werewolves in the city. Bucky's gaze was cold and calculating, reflecting the growing mistrust that had taken root among the werewolves.And to his right was his wife and Wilson’s mom, Chacaritas Diego—the matriarch of the Smith family—exudes a serene authority that belies her formidable heritage. Hailing from a distinguished