A little while later, almost lost in the reverie of his flummoxity he hears footsteps outside the door and his heart skips a beat as the scent of jasmine reaches his nostrils. Selena. The very thought of her name sends a fresh wave of conflicting emotions crashing over him.The door creaks open softly, hesitantly, and Selena steps into the office—her presence immediately filling the room with a strange, almost oppressive tension. Wilson lifts his head, his expression dark and unreadable as he looks at her. There’s no warmth in his eyes, no relief at her presence—only a cold, distant anger that makes her heart clench with fear.“Wilson…” she begins, her voice tentative, trying to gauge his mood. But he cuts her off with a sharp wave of his hand.“I don’t want to talk about it, Selena,” he says, his voice flat, devoid of the love that once colored every word he spoke to her. “I can’t even look at you right now.”Selena flinches as if he’s struck her. She knew this confrontation was inevi
Jason storms through the dense forest, his heart pounding in his chest as the trees whip past him. His mind is a whirlwind of anger, betrayal, and a thirst for vengeance—vengeance for his Alpha… that burns hotter with each passing second. The thought of Valentine daring to steal Selena from Wilson—his Alpha, his brother in all but blood—fills him with a rage that he can barely contain.He knows where to find Valentine. The son of Percy isn’t hard to track, especially when he’s been sniffing around Selena like a dog in heat. Jason’s thoughts turn dark as he imagines how he’ll confront the arrogant bastard, how he’ll make him pay for the pain he’s caused. Blood for blood—that’s the law of the pack, and Jason intends to see it through.When he reaches the edge of the lone forest, around where the Adam mansion remotely sits, the moonlight casts a pale glow over the small clearing where Valentine stands, as if he’s been expecting someone’s arrival. He’s leaning casually against a tree, his
Jason stumbles through the forest, his body battered and bruised from his encounter with Valentine. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts—of the fight, of the darkness he saw in Valentine’s eyes, of the howl that still echoes in his ears.The sound of that howl sends chills down his spine. It was no ordinary wolf’s call; it was something far more ancient, far more powerful. It was a warning—a sign that something terrible is coming, something that could tear the pack apart.He pushes forward, his body screaming in protest with each step, but he refuses to slow down. He has to get back to Wilson, has to warn him about Valentine and whatever dark force he’s aligned himself with.As he nears the edge of the forest, the pack house comes into view, its silhouette a dark shadow against the fading light of the day. Relief floods through him at the sight, but it’s short-lived as a figure steps out from the trees, blocking his path.Jason freezes, his heart hammering in his chest as he recognizes
Wilson, though shaken, masks his turmoil with a hardened resolve, his gaze narrowing as Chloe’s words echo in his mind. The revelation she delivered cuts through him like a cold blade, unsettling yet undeniable. He nods slowly, his agreement reluctant but necessary. "Tell Dr. Percy to come see me," he mutters, his voice laced with an undercurrent of unease. "We really need to talk."Chloe, understanding the weight of his command, meets his gaze with a solemn nod. Without hesitation, she scoops Valentine into her arms, her movements fluid and precise. Then, in a blur of motion, she vanishes into the forest, her departure as swift and startling as a bolt of lightning. The trees seem to shudder in her wake, the air crackling with the energy of her exit.The once-chaotic symphony of the forest fades, replaced by an eerie stillness that clings to the air like a fog. Every rustle of leaves, every distant cry of a nocturnal creature, seems to have been swallowed by the silence, as though the
The dawn breaks with a reluctant light; the morning sun rises reluctantly over the mist-laden forest, casting long, serpentine shadows that slither across the ground like malevolent phantoms—the sky bruised with the remnants of a night that had been anything but peaceful. Selena steps out of the pack house, her eyes heavy with the weight of sleepless hours. The morning air is crisp, biting at her exposed skin, but it does little to dispel the shadows clinging to her thoughts. The remnants of last night's chaos cling to the atmosphere—a palpable tension that refuses to dissipate. Her pulse quickens as memories of the encounter between Jason and the possessed Valentine haunts her, replaying in her mind—each memory a fresh wound… each image seared into her consciousness like a brand. As she makes her way to the inn, the streets of Laketown seem unnervingly quiet. The usual morning hustle is absent, replaced by a thick silence that presses against her ears like cotton. The chaos at the
The evening sun hangs low in the sky—almost at the end of the horizon where it meets the earth in a mocking embrace—casting long, ominous shadows across the city as Selena and Demika make their way to the designated meeting spot with Chloe. The atmosphere is tense, charged with the weight of the secrets they carry—the streets are deserted, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by an eerie stillness that makes every sound seem amplified—the crunch of gravel underfoot, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant hum of traffic.They arrive at the old mill on the outskirts of Laketown, a place long abandoned and forgotten by most. It’s here that Chloe suggested they meet, away from the prying eyes of the pack and the ever-watchful gaze of those who might wish to keep the truth hidden.Chloe is already there, waiting in the shadow of the crumbling structure. Her expression is grave, her usual confidence tempered by a deep unease. As Selena and Demika approach, Chloe steps forward, her
The evening sky has turned a deep indigo as the trio makes their way to Demika’s house, the air heavy with the promise of impending doom. The streets of Clovis City are eerily quiet, as if the town itself is holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break. The tenacious young ladies gather in Demika’s room, the small space filled with the scent of burning sage and the low hum of ancient incantations—crowded with the weight of what they are about to do. The air is thick with tension, a palpable energy that crackles like static electricity, as they prepare for the ritual.Demika’s Black Book of magic lies open on the bed, its pages filled with dark, its ancient pages crackling with a sinister energy that sends shivers down Selena’s body. Chloe looks calm. The book is a relic of a bygone age, with twisting symbols that seem to writhe and pulse with a life of their own—a tome of forbidden knowledge that Granny Minama had guarded fiercely, until now. And with Granny Minama away on a tri
The shadows in Dr. Percy's study seem to writhe as he reads the message in his hand… an official invitation by the Alpha of Alphas, Wilson Smith. This isn’t the first time he’s been invited by the Park House, but this one is different. It is a summons, not an invitation. Alpha Wilson's words, while polite, carry the weight of command, a gravity that pulls at Percy's chest with cold, iron fingers.He knows why he has been called. The incident between Valentine and Jason has sent ripples through Clovis City, stirring up old fears and new suspicions. The air in the city feels malignant, the night darker. It’s as if the very earth knows that something is amiss—something ancient and hungry.Dr. Percy clenches the letter, his knuckles whitening. The secrets he harbors are heavy, pressing down on his soul like a stone slab on a grave. For years, he has kept the darkness at bay, locking it away behind walls of secrecy and deception. But now, those walls are crumbling. He cannot fight this al