Ethan's P.O.VMy heart came to a standstill when I saw Brian collapse to the ground. The duel was over and Mord stood victorious over Brian's bloody form as the crowd cheered and clapped. I could not afford to let them see my emotions else they'll take it as a sign of weakness so I remained emotionless with my face registering no expressions. Mila turned towards me and I could see her happiness and pride oozing out of her devious sneer. Nathan's eyes met mine and I could see the man's smug grin too. Clearly Mila and Nathan had gotten what they wanted and so did the cheering crowd. Just as I began to move out of my seat, I noticed something, Brian was twitching. My sharp and keen eyes caught this movement but when I looked round at everyone else, it was evident that they missed this as everyone else's attention was on Mord the giant. I returned my gaze towards Brian and I could see that he was moving slowly as if testing his limbs. It occurred to me suddenly that he was trying to g
Isabella's P.O.VStaying at the blood moon pack without Ethan was really becoming tiresome and frustrating. The days were long and the nights even longer but the thing that bothered me the more was the bit about Mila and her supporters. In his absence I began to realize that Ethan was really the glue that held the whole pack together. An unrest finally began to settle on the whole pack and I kept hearing about protests that were mostly triggered at the pack house.In an effort to protect me, the pack guards were doubled at the Alpha's quarters where I lived and my movements from the house to the gardens were restricted and like a prisoner. I was required to remain indoors at all times while servants saw to my every need and want. Talia would drop in every now and then to check on me but my companion was mostly Edna. The girl was never a dull companion but I was just not okay with seeing the same face over and over again.I was at my wits end with the isolation and imprisonment and t
Isabella's P.O.VThe last defense we had before us crumbled as the loud blast came again from without. The door was blown to bits, the furniture and sofas we've piled up against the door scattered in different directions and those who would seek to harm me were free to come in. I stood quietly, too scared to even run, at this point I believed it would be futile. I believed there was no way I would continue to evade the men and women who had organized for Mila.The door was down but no one came in. I noticed that their attention was focused on a commotion behind them. I looked on, wearily trying to find the source of the commotion and it was at that moment I heard the cry. "Ethan!!! Alpha Ethan!!! The Alpha is back!"My heart launched into my throat immediately and I looked at Edna hopefully noting the small smile on the latter's mouth. "The Alpha is back." She said breathlessly. "Ethan has returned and on time too."I returned my gaze to the crowd and I could see the men and women s
Elena's P.O.VI made my way through the tables and quietly plopped down into the chair opposite the companion I had come to meet. He sat silently with his head bowed and a huge mug of ale before him. He didn't look up but I knew fully well that he was aware of my presence. I fearfully scanned the old inn quickly, fearing that one or two listening ears might eavesdrop and pick up what we were about to talk about, but when I looked around, I saw that this was indeed the perfect place for our meeting as everyone was engaged in their own business, either arguing away or singing loudly in a drunken state. Every now and then a brawl would break out between two or more people. This was indeed the perfect place."Axel.." I whispered out to him but he still remained quiet. I reached out my hand to tap him but then he spoke up. "Hello Elena." His voice came out deep and rough. He slowly looked up and gave me a smile, apparently a bit tipsy from his drinking. He had circles around his eyes a
Logan's P.O.VIt was no secret now what my scouts had reported. The air at the pack was filled with fear and worry. Everyone knew that a big group of rogue werewolves was coming to attack our territory. They were cruel and powerful, and we didn't have much time to get ready and there was no denying that my men were scared.My men were anxious and nervous. Rumors and whispers of surrender were shared through the ranks. Some were talking about giving up and bowing down to the rogues. But I knew that wouldn't work. These rogues were wild and crazy, and they wouldn't listen to reason.General Greenfield was firm and resolute. He had organized our men into groups. He was a great warrior, but even he knew that we were outnumbered and outmatched and we were running out of time.Our supplies were low, and we were all feeling hopeless. The only hope we had was the Blood Moon Pack, but that hope was dashed to pieces when I met Isabella there so there was no point in expecting help from the blo
Logan's P.O.VThe air hung thick with the smell of blood. The familiar place we once called home was now a stained red battlefield. The smell of death clung to everything, an oppressive reminder of the fierce battle that lasted since midnight. My pack, Ravensong, had stood our ground against the vicious wolf attack. The rogues came in waves and in relentless anger, their attack seemingly endless. We fought hard with glinting eyes, barring our teeth and claws, but it wasn’t enough.The rogues did not stop, their anger rising, as they pit themselves against us. Each slain wolf was replaced among them, and their numbers seemed to increase each time. We stepped over our brothers and sisters whose bodies had been dropped by the enemy. Their screams, gasps of pain and silent final words still capture the cruelty of despair in my mind.The weight of the rogues numbers was formidable, and slowly, inevitably, we began to lose our way. The relentless pressure and constant attacks slowed us do
Ethan's P.O.VMy hand, strong and calloused, held Isabella's wrist in a grip that was strong and firm. Isabella, ever the picture of a fragile, snow-white dove in the face of a storm, fought against my hold with a frantic energy that only served to further enkindle the burning wrath stewing beneath my face. Her wide, hazel eyes, generally filled with a curious spark and a teasing glint, were now wide with fear, reflecting the fear that painted her face. "Ethan, please." she whispered, her voice a pulsing plea. "You I am sorry. you can not hurt me. I know you're... you are worried but I would noway do that again." My face remained fixed on her, unreadable, my jaw gripped tight. I was not really angry. I was just worried she had invaded my private study. I knew Isabella's fear stemmed from a history she desperately wished to forget, a history that had left scars etched deeper than any physical crack. I knew her fear was embedded in a dark, chilling truth that she desperately tried to
Emily's P.O.VThe waste lands as we called it, was a vast no man's land stretching between the packs. No Alpha had power out here and no one recognized any authority in the wastelands. Here was a haven for rogue wolves, exiles and outcasts. My wanderings led me to the prancing pony, an inn that stood in isolation on the grounds of the wastelands. Here, I knew I would find rest and refreshments.I pushed the door open and the smell of ale hit my nose immediately. The inn was as busy as usual as the men drank, argued, sang, brawled and drank some more. I adjusted the hood around my head and made my way to a table where I sat down and beckoned on the barman who had his eyes on me the moment I stepped in. "The usual." I muttered when he drew near, and as I said this, I dropped his money on the table all this while taking care to keep my face hidden. The barman snatched the money off the table and soon returned with a huge flagon of ale which he carelessly set down on the table. I pick