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
Emily's P.O.VWith one great leap, the bounty hunter launched himself towards my direction. His movements were swift with precise agility but I wasn't no weakling either. I side stepped him easily and as he passed, I was quick enough to land a blow on his jaw. The man went to the ground heavily and lost no time to get back to his feet. A cunning smile tugged my lips as I saw him stand up with renewed furry in his eyes. The man came at me again, this time more careful than before but my years of training and honing my skills in the wastelands served its purpose as I easily ducked his every attack in an offensive move. I saw the frustration begin to set in on his face and I knew he would soon grow weary. It was clear to me that this man had come here hoping for an easy win. He had come for Emily Whitewolf without preparation, that was his biggest mistake. All this while, I kept my calm. My claws weren't extracted and I carefully dodged his moves while landing punches every now and t
Ethan's P.O.VThe whole pack was in an uproar of cheers and praises as we marched through the gates. The men I led were grim and fierce and none of them displayed even the slightest of emotions which was true to their training. The pack was happy I had led out my men on another successful operation and I was back without casualties.I marched through the gates with a smile playing silently on my lips. I was satisfied deep within me to meet this kind of reception. The men I knew were also satisfied with the applause that met them but because of their training they could not afford to display emotions and feelings while on duty, this was the way of the pack guard.The only thing that was on my mind at that time was to see Isabella. I wanted to see her and resume the conversation we had going on before I was abruptly pulled away from the pack because of the rogue attack on Ravensong. It was a little strange not to find Isabella at the porch waiting for me but I dismissed it off thinki
ETHAN'S P.O.VI was taken aback when I saw the look on Talia's face. What was possibly wrong to make Tricia so worried and who was she referring to? My question was answered when I saw Taliia step aside revealing the lady standing behind her. Her face was just like I remembered. Her hair seemed exactly the same with the same haughty eyes that seemed to bore into you giving you a feeling of being x-rayed. Emily was back."Emily?" I called in shock and pure surprise at the figure I saw before me. "What are you doing here?" I asked. And then without waiting for an answer I turned on Talia immediately. "What do you think you're doing? Why did you bring her here?" I demanded."She... She... She showed up at my house moments ago...I didn't.." Talia stammered fearfully, taking a step back from me."You knew better than this Tali!" I thundered, my anger mounting up by the second. "Why would you do this?!" I asked loudly."Ethan! Here me out... please..." Emily started in a small voice th