Thomas keeps attacking Lucien, his fists pummeling the man with such force that I can hear the crunch of bones breaking. Meanwhile, I rush over to Lauren, who is lying on the ground, bleeding heavily. I kneel down next to her, and she gives me a weak smile. "Please," she whispers. "Promise me you'll look after Lucien. Make sure he doesn't get into any more trouble." I nod, tears streaming down my face. I know that I can't save Lauren, but I can try to promise to do everything I can for her lucien.I find the strength to shout Thomas' name, begging him to stop beating Lucien. "Please, Thomas," I plead. "I need Lucien. He's the only one who can help me find my mother." Thomas looks up at me, his eyes wild and full of rage. For a moment, I'm afraid he won't listen. But then, he stops punching Lucien and slowly walks over to me. "What do you mean?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.I explain to Thomas that I've searched the dungeons in the basement of Lucien's house many times, but I
They agree to my terms and ask one of the men to set me loose. I feel the chains fall away, and I'm free. I stretch my muscles, feeling the relief of finally being unrestrained. But then I look around at the devastation I've caused. I see Lauren's body, cold and lifeless. I should feel something, but I don't. All I feel is emptiness. Natasha and Thomas lead me to the elevator, and we descend into the depths of the compound. I know what lies below, and I feel a sense of excitement just seeing how much power the blood moon stone gave Thomas.We arrive in the dungeon, and Natasha asks me where her mother is being held. I smile, my eyes glinting with malice. "This way," I say, leading them down the corridor. We reach a dead end, and I can see the confusion on their faces. "What is this?" Natasha asks, anger and suspicion creeping into her voice. "You said you knew where my mother was."Thomas grabs me by the neck from behind, his grip strong and threatening. "Give us answers," he demands,
With my mother free, and Wippet and Lucien as prisoners, Thomas has been able to seize control of the pack. I'm not sure what my next move should be. There's no way I can go back to the mansion where my father lived, not after what Lucien did. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd want to. That place is filled with too many bad memories. So I decide to stay with my mother at the mansion where we've been staying. Even though we don't have any real jobs, Lucien's wealth is enough to last us for years to come. But I know I can't just sit around and do nothing.I realize that the child growing inside me, Lucien's child might be here sooner, it’s already been 6 months although my tummy isn’t protruding so obviously. And while I'm still filled with anger and hurt, I also know that I can't deny my child his or her own father. So, I go to Lucien to ask him one more time: Why did he do all of this? What was his reasoning? I need to understand, for my own sake and for my child's.I approach t
Later, I'm in my room with my mother, and I decide to tell her about what I saw Thomas doing - holding meetings with the other wolves. "I think they're up to something," I say. My mother looks at me, worry etched on her face. "What do you mean?" she asks. I can tell she's just as concerned as I am. "I don't know," I say. "But I have a bad feeling about this." My mother nods, her brow furrowed. "We need to be careful," she says. "These are dangerous people.""Do you know where the bloodmoon stone is?" my mother asks. I shake my head. "Thomas has already activated its powers," I say. "It's no longer usable." My mother raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" she asks. "I can feel its presence - it's still here, in its raw form." I feel a shiver run down my spine. Could she be right? Is the bloodmoon stone still here, somewhere?"Who might know where it is?" my mother asks. "Lucien," I say, my voice bitter. But as soon as I say it, I hear the door open, and Jacob walks in. "Lucien knows," he s
“Where are the daggers?” He asks and I tell him it’s hidden under my bed. As I watch Jacob, I see him reach for the daggers I keep hidden under my bed. He holds them tightly in his hands, his fingers wrapped around the hilts. I can see the tension in his body, the determination on his face. I can tell he's preparing to battle those men outside as hard as possible, and I feel a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Jacob, be careful," I say, my voice shaky. He smiles at me, trying to be reassuring. "Don't worry, I've got this," he says. But I can't shake the feeling that something terrible might just happen.Just as Jacob is about to make a move, my mother stops him. She looks at him with a strange glint in her eyes, and then she speaks. "I have a plan," she says, her voice steady. "We're not going to do anything rash." Jacob seems relieved, his shoulders relaxing. "I'm glad you're here, your majesty," he says, bowing to her. I'm curious about her plan, but I trust her completely. If anyo
Jacob inserts the key into the lock, and the door swings open with a creak. He steps into the cell, calling out Lucien's name. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, slowly, Lucien's eyes flutter open. He glares at Jacob, his expression full of hatred. And then, he grabs Jacob by the neck, his chained hands still strong enough to cause damage. I gasp, my heart racing. Lucien turns to me and my mother, his eyes full of rage. "What do you want from me?" he snarls, his voice full of venom.“Let Jacob go, we’re here to rescue you and you have no right judging my actions because if it’s my way you wouldn’t be living right now”, I say. My words seem to enrage Lucien even more. He laughs, a maniacal sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "You think you can lecture me?" he growls. "You're the reason I'm in this mess. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be the alpha in charge." His grip on Jacob's neck is now so tight, I can hear him gasping for air. Lucien uses his free hand to take the keys fro
I drive the van down the long, winding road, the engine humming softly. The silence is almost deafening, the only sound the occasional swish of the wheels on the pavement. Natasha, Alphana, and Jacob sit stiffly in the back seat, their faces grim. I can't blame them for not trusting me, after all I've done. But it's too late for them to turn back now. I glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror, a cold smile playing on my lips.Natasha speaks up, her voice trembling with emotion. "Where are you taking us?" she asks, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. I glance at her in the mirror, the corners of my lips turning up in a cruel smirk. "There's a safe house on the outskirts of town," I reply, my tone deliberately cold. "My sister and I used to go there to train our werewolf abilities." The mention of my sister brings a wave of sorrow to Natasha's face. She lowers her head, her eyes filled with regret."I'm so sorry about what happened to your sister," Natasha says, her voice hoarse
I stare at Lucien, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe he's blaming me for what happened. He's right, of course - if I hadn't betrayed them, he wouldn't have been in danger. But I did it to save my mother, to keep her from being hurt. I didn't think about the consequences, and now I'm paying the price. Lucien's words sting, and I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. The anger inside me is still burning, but it's quickly eclipsed by a sharp pain in my stomach. I let out a small cry, putting a hand on my belly. Everyone rushes to my side, asking what's wrong. I try to reassure them, but the pain is getting worse. "It's the baby," I gasp, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "I think it's coming." I can see the fear on their faces, and I try to calm them down. "Don't worry," I say, taking deep breaths. "Everything's going to be okay."“How many months has it been?” My mother asks. “It’s not more than 6 or 7 months now “ I respond honestly. My mother's eyes widen, and she as
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