I hear a faint knock on my door, and I call out, "Come in!" The door opens a crack, and I see Jacob's head poke in. His face is flushed, and he looks a little nervous. "What's up?" he asks, his voice a little shaky. I try to sound reassuring as I reply, "Nothing much, just wanted to chat." Jacob steps into the room, closing the door behind him. "Are you sure?" he asks, sounding skeptical. "I mean, you are only to call me when you need something."My heart is pounding as I take a deep breath and say, "Would you mind sitting next to me?" Jacob hesitates, his eyes shifting to the floor. "I'd rather stand, if that's okay," he says, his voice soft. I frown, trying to figure out what's going on. "Why?" I ask, my voice sounding a little demanding. Jacob shakes his head, refusing to meet my gaze. "I just would," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. I exhale slowly, trying to relax.I ask with a determined and stoic look, “do you know of the witch named Aurora?” I see the change i
Jacob looks surprised, his brow furrowed. "But it's so late," he says, his eyes wide and lazy. Jacob gives me a puzzled look, but he doesn't question me further. He follows me into my room and pulls out his phone. "What kind of weapon would you like to learn to use?" he asks, scrolling through his phone. I think for a moment, then say, "I want to learn how to use a bow and arrow." Jacob nods, his expression thoughtful. "That's a good choice," he says. "It's a weapon that takes skill and concentration to master.""Why the bow and arrow?" Jacob asks, a lazy smile on his face. "That's a little out of the ordinary." I lift my chin, my expression defiant. "I chose it because it's a weapon that allows me to stay out of reach of my opponent," I say, my voice firm. "It's faster and more effective than being up close, where they could get the upper hand." Jacob laughs, his eyes bright. "You sound like the woman that you are, can’t believe you were so scary moments ago," he says, his voice fu
The next morning, I can’t help but be curious about what’s been happening with Natasha, I’ve noticed how she always seems to hang around Jacob, thankfully Lauren is back. Perhaps she’s going to stop giving that coward boy so much time. As I sit at my desk, I bring up the security feed for Natasha's room from the previous night. I know I shouldn't be spying on her, but I can't help myself. I watch as she and Jacob talk, and I feel a strange mixture of curiosity and jealousy. I wish I could hear what they're saying. I try to remind myself that it's not appropriate to spy on her, but the temptation is too strong. As I watch them through the monitor, I find myself hoping that they're not getting too close.“What could they be discussing?” As I watch them go through Jacob’s phone together. I watch in excitement as Jacob attacks my sister, and I can't move. I'm frozen in place, wondering if he’s strong enough to beat even the unbeatable Lauren. unable to do anything to interfere all I can
I enter the living room and see Adam sitting on the couch, his gaze fixed on me. He stands up as I walk in, his face stern. "What did that man want?" he asks, his voice low and threatening. I hold his gaze, refusing to be intimidated. "I don't answer to you," I say, my voice cold. My eyes narrow, and I take a step towards him. "You're my beta," I say, my voice hard. "You will answer to me."Adam takes a step back, his expression dark. I take the opportunity to shout Lauren's name as loud as I can. Lauren enters the room, her face expressionless. She looks at me and Adam, her eyes scanning the situation. "What's happening?" she asks, her voice neutral. I tell her that I'm going to be leaving Natasha in her care while I go hunting for the witches. I tell her that I may be gone for a week or more, depending on how long it takes to track them down. Lauren's eyes widen, and she looks back at Natasha who was behind her this whole time, her expression softening. "Of course," she says, her vo
We roll out of the warehouse in our vehicles, and head into the deep, dark forest. The moon is high in the sky, but its light barely reaches us through the thick canopy of trees. Suddenly, the rumble of police sirens fills the air, and bright red and blue lights illuminate the forest. We pull over, and I hear the crunch of boots on gravel as two figures approach. "These are the werewolves, isn't it?" one of them asks, his voice excited. "I think so," the other says, his voice full of awe. "Let's take them in."The cops move closer, and I see their eyes widen in recognition when they see me. I can tell they're afraid, but they don't approach the car. Instead, they order us to move on, their voices quavering. "You're hunting witches?" one of them asks, his voice shaking. "I... I wish you luck," he stammers. The other cop nods, his face pale. "We'll leave you to it," he says, and they both turn and hurry back to their patrol car. Adam, still behind the wheel, bursts out laughing. "Those
When I wake, I find myself alone. I get up and wander downstairs, where I find Lauren and Jacob in the kitchen. They're chatting and laughing, and it's clear that they're getting along well. I feel a twinge of loneliness, and I wonder if I'll ever fit in. I realize that I'm feeling like a third wheel, and I don't like it.I look around for Silver, hoping for some company. I call out to her, and she comes bounding into the room. She trots over to me and nuzzles my hand, and I smile at her affection. I ask her to make me breakfast, and she looks at me curiously. I laugh, realizing that she won’t make breakfast. She isn’t feeling exactly wel at the moment. But she decides to keep me company, and she flops down next to me, leaning against my leg. I scratch her ears, and she closes her eyes, content.Lauren and Jacob finally come into the room, and they see me and Silver curled up together on the floor. Jacob bows to me, and he tells me that he and Lauren have been discussing my desire to
It's been a week since Lauren and Jacob started training me. They've been teaching me everything they know, and I've been working hard to learn. But there's still one thing missing - and Lucien? He hasn't come back yet, and I'm starting to get used to his absence. I know he must be out there somewhere, but I don't want to know what's happened to him. I try to push the thoughts of him out of my mind, but it keeps coming back. Where is he? Is he up to no good again?Lauren approaches me, dressed in a fancy outfit. She asks me to come with her on an outing, and I agree. I head to my walk-in closet to find something to wear. I sift through my clothes, but nothing feels right. I need something special for this outing. I keep searching, and then I spot it - a beautiful green dress that I've never worn before. I pull it out, and I know it's the one.Lauren compliments me on my outfit as I emerge from the closet, and she helps me pick out the perfect shoes to go with it. Then, she asks me whe
It's been days since Adam and I entered the forest, and we've been killing witches in every coven we've come across. But they just keep coming, and it feels like we're fighting a losing battle. We're exhausted and overwhelmed, and I can't see an end in sight. "This is impossible," Adam says, panting as we run from one coven to the next. I'm not sure how much more of this we can take.Half of the werewolves who joined us in the attack on the witches are dead, and the rest have gone back to the city, leaving just a few of us behind. I know I can't leave, I'm the alpha and I have a responsibility to see this through. But I'm starting to wonder if it's even possible. I know we have to keep fighting, but I'm not sure how much longer we can last.I wake up slowly, blinking my eyes open as I take in the scene around me. I'm lying on green grass, surrounded by trees and flowers. The sun is shining down, and I can hear birds singing in the distance. It's peaceful and beautiful, and for a momen
We both stand panting in the middle of the forest, surrounded by broken trees and torn-up road. The air is charged with tension, and it's clear that neither of us is backing down. "You're a strong old man," I say, my voice tight. Raphael laughs, but there's a hint of bitterness in his laugh. "And you're a persistent young fella," he says. I can tell that he's getting tired, but so am I. This battle could go on for hours, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last.Raphael launches at me, his fist colliding with my face. I fly backwards, crashing into a tree. I try to stand up, but my body feels heavy and sluggish. My vision is blurry, and I can barely make out Raphael's figure through the haze. He walks towards me, his face cold and expressionless. I know he's about to deliver the final blow, and I can't do anything to stop him.As I stand there, resigned to my fate, I hear a voice calling my name. I try to focus, but my vision is still blurry. Then, I hear it again, and I realize it
I'm chasing the convoy of cars, and I manage to catch up to the last car in the line. I slash at the tires with my claws, and the car tumbles over onto its side. Five werewolves jump out, snarling and growling, their eyes glowing red with rage. They leap towards me, ready to fight. I stand my ground, ready to face them.As the werewolves charge towards me, I leap into action. I meet the first werewolf head-on, blocking its claws with my own. We clash together, our claws and teeth tearing at each other, snarling and snapping. I feel the other werewolves closing in, and I know I have to act fast. I twist away from the first werewolf, kicking it in the chest as I spin. I duck under the claws of the second werewolf, landing a punch to its gut. The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside.The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist i
I try to push myself to my feet, but it's like my body has given up on me. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but then I feel a warm touch on my shoulders. "Lucien," a familiar voice says. I look up, and I see Natasha, standing over me. I'm surprised to see her here, but I'm also relieved. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I can't just stay home while everyone else is fighting," she says, her eyes determined. "This is my mess too." Natasha helps me to my feet, and I feel a little better. Then she takes out a knife and slits her wrist, offering me the blood that flows from the wound. I know that drinking her blood will make me stronger, so I take a drop. But as soon as I do, the strength rushes through me so fast that I lose my balance and crash into the stone floor of the temple. It's a jarring blow, but I feel my strength returning. I look up at Natasha, and I see a determined look on her face. "We have to stop them," she says.Before I can even get to my feet, I'm kicked in the sid
After our first clash, Arturo raises his hands, his fingers glowing with power. He shouts "Let thunder be my guide!" and a bolt of lightning descends from the sky, heading straight for me. I leap out of the way just in time, the lightning striking the ground where I was standing a moment ago. I pounce on Arturo, my claws tearing into his chest. He staggers back, but then he laughs. "You're fast," he says, his eyes glittering. "But let's see if you can keep it up and if that was not a fluke."Arturo's power is incredible, his spells strong and fast. But my current strength is a match for him. I leap and dodge, the trees around us cracking and falling as our battle rages on. Leaves and twigs fly through the air, and the earth shudders with every blow we land. It's a fierce and deadly dance, and I can feel my strength waning. But I won't give up, not until the battle is won.I lunge at Arturo, aiming to take him down, but he's faster than I thought. He sidesteps my attack, and then his h
There's a shortcut to the temple, and I know it like the back of my hand. It's a winding path that few know about, and it's shrouded in mystery. As we run, our speed increases, until we're moving at the maximum speed that a werewolf can travel. The air rushes past us, and I feel like I could run forever. But there's no time for that now. We need to reach the temple before Aurora does.We're stopped in our tracks by a huge crack in the earth. It's as if an earthquake has split the land in two. I'm about to jump across when Sam appears, teleporting in a flash of light. "This is the advantage of being a witch," he says, a smug grin on his face. "I can just teleport across." I feel a surge of annoyance, but I know he's right. I grin, and I leap into the air with all the strength I have. I feel the wind rushing past me, and for a moment, I feel weightless. Then I land on the other side, my feet hitting the ground with a thud. Jacob is still on the other side, looking at me in disbelief.
“All I know is a Sarvic’s blood is enough to boost the spiritual power of any being and it’ll be extremely helpful in boosting the individual’s ability” mother said and in the twinkle of an eye, before I can even react Lucien slits my wrist open and there’s a cup in his hand, he takes my blood. As if that’s not enough he dashes at Jacob and forces a few drops into his mouth. He takes some for himself before stretching the rest to Sam, “drink up” a diabolical tone in his voice. Lucien’s too scary for me to actually believe he’s lovable.I hold my wrist, the pain searing through my body. My eyes are full of fury as I glare at Lucien. "Why did you do that?" I demand. "Why did you slit my wrist so that you could taste my blood?" Lucien stands before me, and he is the picture of calm. He seems unfazed by my anger, and it only fuels my rage. "Your blood is special, Natasha, according to your mother," he says. "It's powerful. I think I might need it for my plan to work." His words send a chi
A devious smile spreads across my face as a brilliant idea forms in my mind. I look around, taking in my companions: a single witch, a werewolf, and myself. "This will have to do," I say, my voice low and dangerous. Sam and Jacob exchange a wary glance, as if they can sense the dark thoughts churning in my mind. I can see the fear in their eyes, but I know they're with me to the end, not entirely sure about Sam though. I turn to Sam, an expectant look on my face. "Can you clone yourself?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer. His expression falters, and he shakes his head. "I can't," he says, sounding a little embarrassed. I feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I'm asking more of him than he's capable of. Suddenly, we hear a voice from the kitchen area, as if from a great distance. "Cloning spells are one of the easiest ancient spells a witch should know," it says, its tone full of knowledge and experience.We turn, and there's Alphana, Natasha's mother. She's an enigmatic figure, shrou
I stir from my sleep, a persistent knocking sound breaking through my slumber. I glance over at Natasha, who's sleeping peacefully, and decide to investigate the noise myself. I throw on a robe and head downstairs, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. I see Jacob, already on his way to answer the door. He stops in his tracks and bows low as I approach. "What is it?" I ask, my voice cold and commanding. Jacob shrugs, looking just as puzzled as I am. He opens the door, and my eyes remains the same for the lack of surprise surprise. Sam stands there, a sly grin on his face. I want to slap that smug expression right off his face, but I keep my cool, my expression stony. "What do you want?" I ask, my voice like ice. Sam chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Just wanted to pay a visit, Lucien," he says, his tone overly casual. I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed."Of course, I'm not here for a visit," Sam says, rolling his eyes. His expression turns serious, and he fixes me with a
I look at Natasha, Jacob, and her mother, who are all looking at me expectantly. "I'd like to tell you a story," I say, my voice calm and measured. "A story about how I came to be the man I am today." They all nod, leaning in to listen. I clear my throat, and begin. "I was born into a family of myth and power...""My father and mother were the rulers of a powerful pack of werewolves," I say. "They were the alpha and Luna, and their rule was unquestioned. But their power made them enemies, and one day, their own comrades turned against them. They were betrayed, and they were killed." I pause, my heart heavy at the memory. "My sister, Lauren, and I were banished from the pack. We were left to fend for ourselves, and we struggled to survive." I feel my anger rising, but I keep my voice even. "It was then that I vowed to never be weak again. "I turned away from all emotions and friendships," I continue. "I focused only on gaining power and strength. I worked hard, took risks, and did thi