"Welcome once again," Yvonne said, greeting the woman as warmly as she could. "I'm Yvonne, Alpha Uther's Luna. and he asked me to help you with whatever you need."Mrs. Wilson nodded, her face stoic and unreadable. "Thank you, Yvonne. I appreciate your assistance. I'm Mrs. Wilson."Yvonne smiled, relieved that Mrs. Wilson seemed willing to work with her. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Wilson. Can I ask the maids to get you anything? Water, coffee, tea?"Mrs. Wilson shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine."Yvonne nodded, trying to keep the conversation going. "So, Mrs. Wilson, how long have you been a midwife? Is it your first time working with werewolves?"Mrs. Wilson sighed, clearly annoyed with the small talk. "I've been a midwife for over thirty years, and I've worked with all sorts of creatures. Including werewolves."Yvonne nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed by her own awkwardness. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just trying to get to know you better."Mrs. Wil
Penelope had been standing in front of the mirror for what felt like hours, staring at her reflection as she tried to make sense of the chaos that had engulfed her life. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and her mother walking in."Put something on immediately," Yvonne said, her voice sharp with impatience.Penelope sighed and turned away from the mirror, feeling the weight of exhaustion on her shoulders. She walked over to her dresser and began rummaging through the hundreds of clothes that were lined up neatly on the shelves.Her mother watched as she pulled out a dress that was both formal and casual, a navy blue maxi dress with a flowing skirt and delicate lace detailing."You look beautiful, darling," Yvonne said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "The midwife will be with you soon. Have you spoken to your father about your decision?"Penelope shook her head, not wanting to engage in the same argument again. She knew that her mother was just trying to man
As Liam emerged from the cave, he felt the icy wind slice through his fur, sending shivers down his spine. The snow was deep, and he had to struggle to make any headway as he made his way to a nearby lake.His hunger and thirst gnawed at him, but he knew he had to be cautious. The rogues could be anywhere, and he couldn't let his guard down for a moment. His father's former pack was always watching, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Liam had to be careful, especially in his wolf form, which made him a prime target.As he approached the lake, he sniffed the air, scanning for any hint of danger. The smell of fresh water was tantalizing, and he lapped at the edge of the lake, savoring the cool, clear liquid. His thirst was quenched, but his hunger still rumbled in his belly.Liam lifted his head and surveyed his surroundings, searching for any sign of the rogues. He could see for miles, thanks to his sharp wolf vision. The snow-covered hills were barren, and the only sound was the ru
Penelope was feeling extremely anxious as she tossed and turned in her bed the night before meeting Mrs. Wilson. The thought of having to face such a powerful and intimidating woman had her feeling scared and nervous. As the night wore on, Penelope started to develop a pounding headache. The pain was so intense that it made her shake and sweat. She could feel her temperature rising and knew that she was getting a fever.Her mother, who was in the next room, could sense that something was wrong and came to check on her. "Penelope, are you okay? What's wrong?" she asked, concerned."I don't know, mother. I have this terrible headache, and I feel feverish," Penelope replied, her voice trembling.Her mother immediately called for one of the guards stationed outside to go and fetch the physician. "Please hurry," she instructed the guard.As they waited for the physician to arrive, Penelope's headache grew worse. She felt as though her head was being squeezed in a vise, and the pain was bec
Liam's eyes scanned the dark, moonless sky, and the forest floor as he stepped out of the cave. He took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs. The hunger and thirst were overwhelming, and he could feel the primal urge to hunt coursing through his veins. He knew he needed to feed, but he also knew that he couldn't risk being caught in his current state.He prowled through the forest, his senses heightened by his wolf form. Every sound, every movement, and every scent was amplified in his mind. His keen eyesight allowed him to see through the darkness, and his sharp hearing picked up the faintest of sounds. He could hear the scurrying of small animals, the rustling of leaves, and the distant howl of a pack.As he moved deeper into the forest, he felt his muscles ripple beneath his fur. The strength and power of his wolf were intoxicating, and Liam reveled in the sensation. He was faster and more agile but terribly hungry. He felt like he could take on anything and anyone, a
"Mrs. Wilson is already here. And she's waiting for you to be done. Everything has been set and your father has given the go-ahead. Everything will be done by midnight while everyone is asleep. So you will be going to bed once the pain subsides."As Penelope's mother sat by her bedside, her face radiated with a sense of calmness, even though she was deeply worried about her daughter's condition. She had been consulting with Wilson who had recommended that her daughter be prepared before undergoing the procedure.Penelope was laid on her bed as the maids carefully washed her with a mixture of vinegar and water, which was believed to have antiseptic properties. The concoction had a pungent smell that made her nose wrinkle, but she bore it without a word of complaint.The maids were clueless about what was going on, but they went about their duty with precision, gently washing Penelope's body from head to toe. They brushed her hair and massaged her scalp with rosemary oil, which was beli
The stillness of the air was shattered by the sound of distant screams, the clashing of metal, and the shattering of wood. The once serene night was now filled with the chaos of battle. The noise grew louder and closer, a cacophony of blood-curdling cries and the clash of swords. The ground shook beneath their feet as the sound of something heavy crashed to the earth. Penelope clutched her mother's hand tightly, her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. The door to their room burst open, and one of the guards appeared, his face contorted with terror."Your Highnesses, we are under attack!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the deafening noise outside. "A Lycan has breached the perimeter and is attacking the Pack! He can't be stopped."Penelope's heart sank as she heard the news. The Lycans were known for their brutality and lack of mercy. She felt helpless, resigned to her fate as she knew the odds were not in their favor. But she was very confused, as to why a Lycan would a
Penelope and her mother remained hidden behind the wardrobe, listening as the sound of the Lycan wolf's growls gradually faded away. Penelope could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. She was so scared that she can barely move, barely even think.And then, suddenly, there was a scent in the air that she recognized immediately. It was a sweet, comforting scent, and it fills her with a sense of calm and safety. She knew who it was before she even looked up. And when her wolf muttered, "Mate" she was utterly shocked."Liam," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.Her body screamed at her to run to him, to wrap her arms around him, and never let go. As Penelope laid her eyes on Liam, fear and confusion overwhelmed her. She could not believe that the man she loves could attack her father, but at the same time, she cannot ignore the feeling of love that still burns within her for him. Liam is a mess of emotions, his face contorted with rage