The early morning sun casts a pale light over Clovis City, but it does nothing to chase away the chill in Selena’s heart. The first light of dawn creeps through the curtains of Selena’s room as she stirs awake—got back from Wilson’s a little while back. The events of the previous day flash through her mind, and she feels a pang of anxiety twist in her stomach—the commitment she had made rings through her brain once more. She knows what she must do today, but the reality of it is daunting.She dresses quickly and rushes over to Demika’s home, her heart pounding with anticipation and urgency. Demika greets her at the door, her eyes wide with concern.“Demika,” Selena calls as she bursts through the door, met Granny Minama in the sitting room, her voice frantic with desperation. “Hey Granny, good morning… where’s Demi?”“Well, good morning… to you… too,” flummoxed of the stampede and unsure of what is up, points upstairs to her room. “She’s upstairs… Is everything alright?” She quizzes.
The execution arena is set deep within the woods, a secluded place where the pack gathers to witness the end of traitors and criminals. The air, once again, is thick with tension as the council members take their seats, their eyes filled with anticipation and dread.Selena arrives, her head held high, despite the turmoil inside her. She knows she must project confidence, strength. She is the executioner, and she must act like one.The crowd murmurs as Charmaine is brought out, her chains clinking ominously as she is led to the center of the arena. Her eyes, once defiant, now gleam with a sinister glee as she spots Selena. A smirk twists her lips as she realizes her executioner is none other than the young wolf she despises."Se-fucking-lena," Charmaine sneers, her voice dripping with malice. "I never thought you’d have the guts to face me. This is going to be fun… the fucking moon god decided to smile at me one last time after all."Selena says nothing, her gaze cold and unyielding. T
Clovis City is a place where the tranquil facade is but a fragile veneer, barely concealing the blood-soaked streets beneath. It’s been two weeks since Charmaine’s execution, and the city, for the first time in years, breathes easy—two weeks since the blood-soaked earth of Clovis City drank deep of Charmaine's life essence, and in that time, a peculiar calm has settled over the city. The menacing shadows that once prowled every corner have retreated, cowed by the brutal displays of power that left their leaders in ruins. Tranquility, it seems, is a luxury the inhabitants have scarcely known for a while. The streets, once haunted by fear and whispers of lurking threats, now breathe easy, as if the very air has been cleansed of its malice.Wilson, the Alpha of Alphas, the apex of power in this sprawling urban jungle, has put down Cortis with brutal efficiency, his hands still stained with the remnants of their violent clash. But it was Selena, his mate, who truly cemented her place besid
Demika arrives at Chloe’s residence unannounced, her heart pounding with anxiety. The grand, gothic mansion looms before her, its spires piercing the sky like the talons of a beast. Chloe greets her at the door, her eyes lighting up with excitement. They embrace warmly, their affection for each other palpable in the way they linger in each other’s arms. She embraces Demika, their soft kiss lingering just a moment longer than necessary. They exchange further pleasantries, but the weight of Demika’s burden quickly dampens the mood. She asks after Valentine, and Chloe reveals that he has been locked in his room for days, wallowing in a misery that borders on despair."Valentine hasn’t left his room in days," Chloe says as they walk into the chandelier-lit sitting room. "He’s been... different since that night."Demika nods, guilt gnawing at her. She knows exactly why Valentine has been in such a state—the reason for his torment. She had cast a blocking spell on Selena to prevent Valentine
In the dim, brooding atmosphere of his private study, Dr. Percy sits hunched over a weathered tome, his mind adrift in the labyrinth of secrets he has kept locked away for years. The scent of old parchment and the faint flicker of candlelight do little to ease the tension that has built up in the room like a dense fog. The walls, lined with ancient texts and relics from a world long forgotten, seem to close in on him, as if conspiring to unearth the dark truths he has buried deep within his soul. His once sharp and calculating eyes now betray the weariness of a man who has lived too many lives and kept too many secrets.The door creaks open, and Chloe steps in, her presence immediately shattering the fragile calm that Dr. Percy has tried to maintain. Her soft footsteps echo in the stillness, each one a reminder of the storm that is about to break. Chloe—with her long silver hair like nine inches bone-straight cascading over her shoulders all the down to her waist, eyes like molten ambe
Dr. Percy turns sharply, his patience fraying at the edges. "Enough, Chloe!" he snaps, his voice like a whip crack in the tense air. "You have no idea what you’re meddling with. There are forces at play here that you cannot begin to comprehend."Chloe steps back, more out of shock than fear. Her father’s outburst is uncharacteristic, but it only strengthens her resolve. "Then explain it to me. I deserve to know the truth—about you, about that creature, about everything."Dr. Percy’s mind races, calculating the potential fallout of revealing what he has kept hidden for so long. He knows Chloe’s determination is unyielding, but he also knows that the truth could destroy them—or worse, draw them into the darkness he has fought to keep at bay."You don’t understand," he begins, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "The creature you speak of… it’s not just a mindless beast. It’s a creation, an abomination borne of forbidden knowledge and twisted ambition. It’s tied to a power far greater
Dr. Percy sits alone in his dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and candle wax. The room, a shrine to history, is lined with ancient tomes, maps of old battlefields, and relics of a time long past. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows that dance like ghosts on the walls. Valentine and Chloe’s departure leave a lingering tension in the air, but their presence is quickly overshadowed by the resurgence of memories long buried beneath centuries of blood and ash.His hands tremble slightly as he holds an old, worn dagger—its hilt adorned with runes of protection, a relic from a life he once led as a mortal. The blade, stained with the blood of countless foes, still gleams with a dark, almost malevolent sheen. Percy’s eyes, once human, now shine with a cold, otherworldly light—a testament to the centuries he has lived, the battles he has fought, and the horrors he has witnessed.He closes his eyes, letting the memories wash over him l
A few years later, in the midst of this desolation, Percy encountered Maria—a woman on the brink of death, savagely assaulted and teetering on the edge of oblivion. Desperation shone in her eyes as she begged Percy to transform her, to grant her the power to exact vengeance upon those who had wronged her. Reluctantly, he complied, and Maria unleashed her fury with a bloodlust that terrified even him. She hunted down her tormentors with a gruesome pleasure, reveling in their demise. Yet, when the last drop of their blood had been spilled, she found herself hollow, devoid of purpose.Driven by a need to repay her perceived debt, Maria insisted on staying by Percy’s side. Despite his protests, she vowed to be a mother to the twins, who had been left without one. The children, barely five years old, were easily convinced that Maria was their long-lost mother, returned from her travels to reclaim them. And so, they began anew as a family, forging a semblance of completeness that had eluded