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
The drawing-room is an expanse of cold silence as Dr. Percy enters, his presence barely disturbing the heavy atmosphere. The air reeks of old secrets and forgotten truths, clinging to the walls like a dark fog. His footsteps echo ominously on the polished floor towards the drawing-room, each step a reminder of the weight he carries. The room is empty, a void waiting to be filled with the confessions that have been buried for centuries.As Dr. Percy steps into the drawing room, the silence is suffocating, a heavy, almost tangible veil of dread that clings to the air. The room is empty, save for the oppressive weight of his thoughts. His eyes sweep across the shadows, half-expecting them to move, to shape into the figures of his past—ghosts he has long avoided. But there is no one here. Only the quiet hum of tension, a lull before the inevitable storm.His heart, usually cold and still as the grave, now beats with a disconcerting fervor. Each pulse reverberates with the weight of what h
Your mother and I... we fell in love afterwards, after she turned me into a vampyre to gift me the immortality… saving me from a death I wasn’t ready for. But our love was forbidden by her father."Chloe’s heart races as she listens, the pieces of her past clicking into place like a jigsaw puzzle she never knew she was solving."Her father," Dr. Percy continues, "disapproved of our union because I wasn’t of the pure bloodline. He wanted Matilda to marry her brother to keep the bloodline pure, but she refused. When she became pregnant with you and Valentine, we knew we had to flee. Her father created a creature, a monstrosity born of his own blood, to hunt down those he deemed abominations—those born of mixed bloodlines like you two."Chloe feels a cold dread seep into her bones as she begins to understand. "So we’ve been running our whole lives from this... creature?"Dr. Percy nods. "Yes. Matilda left us to return to her father, hoping to protect you by sacrificing herself. But it wa