Sheila's POV
This was the first time I was killed in my second life, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. I continued running; I didn't know how long I ran by the time I ran out of energy. There was a stream nearby, and I immediately ran to the stream to drink water. I gulped the water greedily and felt the energy returning to my body.
I looked up subconsciously and saw a dark gray wolf looking at me from a short distance away. The wolf appeared tall and huge, and my senses told me that I was no match for this wolf.
I immediately took off and started running again. The wolf chased after me. He was relatively faster and was catching up. I could tell he was an Alpha; his speed was just the same as Damian's, and he even looked faster.
Although my speed is considered to be fast among the other werewolves, I was no match for him.
The Alpha caught up with me and pounced on me forcefully, turning me over. He was so strong that I couldn't even resist.
I was pinned to the ground and had no choice but to revert to my human to show that I wasn't resisting again. The Alpha also transformed into his human form. I saw his face up close. He was so handsome with a well-chiseled face; his eyes were like the abyss, and he had a smirk on his face.
I was dazed and forced to look at him longer. His smirk intensified.
"What? Are you already in love with me, dear? It's our first time meeting; don't you think it's inappropriate to fall in love?" He said, leaning closer to me. I felt something on my lower body and was alarmed. Since both of us had transformed naturally, we had no clothes on.
I had been so nervous that I didn't notice at first. I used my last strength to push him out of my body. He wasn't expecting it, so I succeeded in pushing him away, causing him to roll on the ground.
I tried to run again, but he was already up on his heels. He ran forward and held my neck tightly.
"Where do you think you are going, my dear?" He said huskily and even leaned closer to my ears. His fingers traced around my body and almost touched my naked breast. My body shuddered involuntarily.
"Who are you?" He asked, raising my chin so I could meet his eyes. Looking at his dark abyss-like eyes, I felt like I was looking at an extremely dangerous creature. All my five senses screamed danger.
"Sheila," I answered.
"What park are you from?" He asked again.
"I don't have a park."
"What do you mean?" He tightened his grip, seemingly not believing me.
"I truly don't have a park; I used to live with my parents in a cave until they left one day and didn't come back," I screamed as hot tears fell from my eyes.
He paused, and his eyes looked a little gentle.
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry," he made an attempt to wipe away the tears, but I quickly dodged his hands. He grunted but didn't say a thing.
"Overlord, here you are; we have been looking for you." A group of male and female werewolves walked out from the woods ahead. They were surprised to see the scene in front of them. They decided not to talk.
"You are a rogue wolf, so welcome to the family. I'm Zulu," he declared.
"Zulu!" The name rang a bell. Yes, now I remember the tyrant Zulu. He was a very notorious rogue wolf known for committing many atrocities and crimes, including raping and murdering female wolves. No wonder his face looked familiar.
In her past life, she had seen him once. He had a beef with Damian, and he took me to hunt down Zulu.
Zulu and his men were outnumbered at that time, and he was wounded and battered and looked nothing like his great self now.
"Please, can you release me? I don't want to join your pack; I just want to be alone.
"We're not a pack; we are a family made up of people like you." His voice sounded soothing.
"But I don't want to become a part of your family, please. Can you please release me? Please, I promise never to cross your territory again."
"This is not my territory," he replied coldly.
"Okay, then can you please just let me go?" I pleaded.
"Welcome to the family," he declared and released me. I felt very weak on my leg and had to lean on a nearby tree.
"Kia, get her some clothes," he ordered.
The girl called Kia came forward with some women's clothing. For no reason, she seems to hold a grudge with me.
I didn't think too much of it and went to a nearby cave to change.
When I came out, she nodded at me coldly. "I thought you had no backbone and would try to escape," she smirked.
"If you do, I won't blame you. This is not the paradise that you used to live in. Welcome to hell."
After that, I followed the group deep inside the forest. We walked until we reached their camp. There were a few men waiting in the camp. They immediately came forward to greet Zulu and welcome the others.
They held a little feast, which I wasn't part of. I huddled in the tent assigned to me, and soon I fell asleep.
I woke up with a start; I felt something like my body being violated. I woke up immediately and felt a hand touching my body and moving towards the forbidden zone. I smacked the hand away.
"Stay quiet!" It was Zulu.
Sheila's POVMy heart was beating at a fast rate. I quickly turned around and pushed him away from me."You! What are you trying to do?" I was exasperated and couldn't get my thoughts together."What do you think I'm trying to do?" He asked in a teasing voice. He had a smirk on his face, which made him look way more handsome than usual."You devil, don't dare get any closer to me." I growled, ready to fight with my life rather than to be defiled by him.He frowned, seemingly aware that he wouldn't submit today. He sighed."Am I really that detestable?"I ignored his question and kept my guard up, ready to attack if he made any funny move. He stayed there, staring at me while I also stared back at him. After a while, he stood up."Forget it, I don't force myself on women that I really fancy. I will leave you this time. Just make sure you don't regret this." He stood up and left after that.I watched him leave the tent and heaved a sigh of relief after I was sure that he had walked far
Overlord, we are under attack!" One of the rogue wolves called out. Zulu jerked."Get dressed and return to the pack," he ordered before disappearing into the forest. I was alarmed and quickly swam out of the water. I dashed to where my clothes were spread on the rock and immediately got dressed.I could hear cries from far away; it sounded like there was fighting up ahead. I paused, not knowing what to do. Maybe I shouldn't go back. This might be my only opportunity to escape. I decided to turn the other way.A wolf dashed out from a small clearing behind me and pounced after me. I immediately transformed and started escaping. It seems like Zulu's men had broken camp and were now escaping. All for himself.It was very much expected in a group filled with rogue wolves. There was no real bond between them, only benefits. They will never put their life on the line if it doesn't benefit them.Soon there were two wolves chasing after me. They were very relentless and didn't give up the pu
Sheila's pov As I lay pinned beneath this Alpha, his strong physique emanating strength and fire, my heart raced. My mind kept repeating the name Kloss. Northern Tribunal's Alpha. Ruler of the Northern Peak. Even in the most isolated areas of the werewolf population, there were tales of his might and brutality. I attempted to comprehend his recent declaration. I was astounded by his boldness in claiming me without my permission, but I was also taken aback by the intensity and unyielding resolve in his eyes. "You can't just—" I began, but he interrupted. "I can, and I have," he declared, refusing to back down. "Now get dressed." He gave me the freshly brought-in pair of clothes. I attempted to think of a plan as I dressed. I could not submit to the rule of another despot. Never again. Even when Kloss wasn't staring at me, I could feel his power and presence. He turned aside to give me some solitude. He turned back to confront me after I was dressed, his gaze gentler but no less menaci
I felt a mixture of emotions flowing inside of me as I stood at the window of my new rooms and observed the pack members going about their business. The extensive territory of the Northern Tribunal stood in sharp contrast to the unruly lawless terrain I had already experienced. It was well-run, vibrant, and, in spite of Kloss's intimidating reputation, I felt a sense of unity here that I had never experienced in Westvale. However, I was unable to let myself become at ease. Not quite yet. I had to remind myself that my goals were to live and exact revenge on Damian. I had to carefully negotiate this unfamiliar environment and play my cards well. I had to make sure I was safe.I turned away from the window to study the cabin more thoroughly. It was unexpectedly well-furnished, with a warm fireplace, a solid hardwood bed, and a tiny kitchen. There were also bookcases stocked with volumes about werewolf history, mythology, and strategies. The cabin felt almost like home, in stark contrast
As I became accustomed to the Northern Tribunal schedule, the days began to connect together. Training with Darius was exhausting yet fulfilling. Every morning, before dawn, I pushed myself to the utmost, determined to show my worth. The pack members looked at me with a mix of interest and distrust, but I didn't let that stop me. I was here to survive and, eventually, to exact my revenge. Despite my thorough preparation, I couldn't shake the impression that something was developing. There was a tension in the air, a feeling of unease that I couldn't identify. I frequently caught glimpses of Kloss overseeing the training fields, his gaze tracking my every movement. He was a constant presence, reminding us of the power dynamics at play.Elara found me by the creek one evening, after a particularly intense session, where I frequently went to clear my thoughts. "Sheila," she said gently, approaching with a wary smile. "You're doing exceptionally well. The pack is beginning to respect you
Sheila’s POVThe effect of the battle with Damian left the Northern Tribunal with mixed feelings of relief and uncertainty. The pack had won, but the wounds of the conflict remained deep. We mourned our losses and cared for the injured, banding together to repair what had been damaged. Life gradually returned to normal over the next few days. The patrols proceeded, albeit with heightened alertness, and the pack returned to their normal routines. We felt a newfound feeling of unity, forged in the heat of the battle.As I went through the area one morning, I couldn't help but dwell on everything that had brought me here. My journey had been rocky, from rogue wolf on the run to seeking shelter in the Northern Tribunal. But suddenly I had a purpose, a place to call home. Kloss had kept his promises. He had let me stay because I had earned my place in the pack by hard work and determination. The pack members, who had previously been uneasy with me, now welcome me as one of their own. I ha
His warm smile spread to his eyes. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "We're in a pack. "We look out for one another."As we stood together, I felt a sense of determination running over me. I couldn't rewrite the past, but I could help shapen the future. With Kloss by my side, I felt stronger than ever. Later that evening, after supper, Kloss and I went back to his study to review the day's events and plan our next actions. Maps and scrolls scattered the enormous wooden table, which was illuminated by a faint glow of candlelight. Bollard joined us, reporting on the most recent patrols and scouting activities around the eastern boundaries."Rogue activity has increased," Bollard said gravely. "We intercepted a group attempting to breach our defenses near the River Fang." Kloss frowned, perusing the map in front of us. "Any casualties?" "Minor injuries," Bollard responded. "But we drove them off before they could do any real damage." I listened closely, my mind racing with
Sheila's POVBack at the Northern Tribunal, the disclosures from the River Fang weighed heavily in the air. The scrolls we had found indicated a network of betrayal that was deeper than I had ever imagined. Allegiance to Damian had poisoned the names and faces I had once known as friends. As we approached the main hall, Kloss was waiting, his countenance a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Bollard came forward and handed him the sack of scrolls without saying anything. Kloss took it seriously, his gaze narrowing as he examined the contents. "These names…" Kloss murmured, his voice tight and angry. "They were part of the plot all along."I watched him read through the scrolls, feeling the tension in the room. Each name seemed to widen the gap between us and those who had previously vowed allegiance to the pack. It was a betrayal that wounded deep, creating wounds that would be difficult to mend. "What do we do now?" Bollard inquired, breaking the stillness that had fallen over us. Klos
The Legacy.Sheila's POV:The sun set over the Northern tribunal. I sat on the gallery of our home, Kloss close by, glancing out over the flourishing local area we had fabricated together. Werewolves and people moved about their night schedules, living and working one next to the other as one that once appeared to be unthinkable."Might you at any point believe it's been decade?" I pondered, inclining toward Kloss' warm, ameliorating presence.He snuggled me tenderly, his voice loaded up with amazement. "Some of the time it seems like yesterday, and different times it seems like a lifetime back."I gestured, seeing precisely every thing he implied. So much had changed, yet the center of what our identity was and what we battled for continued as before.As we stayed there, watching the day blur into night, I ended up thinking about the mind boggling venture that had carried us to this second. My brain meandered back to the start, to the youthful, stranded wolf I had once been."I neve
A New DawnSheila's POV:The sun rose over Moon Pinnacle, projecting a warm brilliant light across the front line. The air was loaded up with a combination of fragrances - the waiting hints of fight, yet in addition the new commitment of another day. As I remained on a rough offshoot, reviewing the outcome of our hard-won triumph, I felt a flood of trust and pride."Sheila," Kloss' voice called delicately. I went to see him drawing nearer, his fur actually tangled from the fight yet his eyes sparkling with euphoria. "The pack chiefs are gathering. They need to talk about our subsequent stages."I gestured, taking a full breath to focus myself. The fight was finished, however the genuine work of building our new future was simply starting.As we advanced toward the old sanctuary at the core of Moon Pinnacle, I couldn't resist the opportunity to wonder about the scenes unfurling around us. Werewolves who had been unpleasant adversaries only days prior were currently working one next to
Battle of the Moon peak"Sheila, they're coming! Rasha's powers have penetrated the external protections!"I shocked conscious, Kloss' earnest voice slicing through the obscurity of weariness. Briefly, I battled to arrange myself, the new environmental factors of Moon Pinnacle's antiquated sanctuary perplexing me. Then, at that point, reality crashed back, and with it, the heaviness of our desperate circumstance."The number of?" I asked, previously moving to accumulate my stuff.Kloss' face was inauspicious. "Too much. It seems to be Rasha's tossed all that she has at us. This is all there is to it, Sheila. The last fight."I gestured, attempting to subdue the apprehension ascending in my chest. We'd realized this was coming. Since I'd went with the choice to uncover werewolves to the world, Rasha had been gathering her powers, energizing the people who went against change and mix. Presently, it appeared, she was making her last push to stop us.As we hurried out of the sanctuary, th
Sheila's POV:The air was thick with the fragrance of triumph and the metallic tang of blood. Surrounding me, werewolves and people the same were watching out for their injuries, their countenances a combination of weariness and joy. We had made it happen. We had crushed Rasha and the Umbra Wolf. The bad dream was finished.Or on the other hand so I thought.As I remained on a little slope disregarding our stopgap camp, the curio actually warm in my paws, I was unable to shake the inclination that something stupendous was going to occur. The Moon Goddess' words reverberated to me: "The world actually needs you." Her meaning could be a little more obvious. Hadn't we previously confronted our most prominent test?Kloss drew nearer, his fur tangled with soil and blood, however his eyes sparkling with satisfaction and love. "You did it, Sheila," he said delicately, nestling my cheek. "You saved every one of us."I inclined toward his touch, drawing solace from his presence. "We did it," I
The final standSheila's POV:The air was thick with strain as we accumulated on the edges of Rasha's fortification. Our partnered packs, once separated, presently stood joined together. People and werewolves the same, we were prepared to make our last push.Kloss remained next to me, his eyes mirroring the assurance I felt. "This is all there is to it," he said delicately. "All that we've battled for boils down to this second."I gestured, grasping the tuft of Farkas' fur I'd kept as a sign of his penance. "For Farkas," I murmured. "For us all."As the sun set, creating long shaded areas across the combat zone, I tended to our powers. "Today, we battle for ourselves, however for the eventual fate of all wolfkind. Rasha and the Umbra Wolf compromise all that we hold dear. Yet, together, we are more grounded than any obscurity!"A tune of wails and cheers ejected from our partners. The sound was stunning, a call to war that appeared to shake the very earth.Yet, our excitement was flee
Farkas RedemptionSheila's POV:The appearance of Wise and the Watchmen had made a huge difference. Rasha and her powers had withdrawn, however we as a whole realized it was over in a short while. The last fight was coming, and we wanted each partner we could get.That is the reason, when Farkas moved toward me the following day, I was able to tune in notwithstanding my waiting doubt."Sheila," he said, his eyes discouraged. "I realize I've done horrendous things. I double-crossed the pack, deceived you. However, I need to make it right."I concentrated on him cautiously. The once pleased wolf looked pummeled, his fur tangled and his tail low. "How?" I asked, not horribly.Farkas took a full breath. "Allow me to go on an independent mission. I've heard bits of gossip about a strong relic concealed in Rasha's fortress. In the event that I can recover it, it could reverse the situation in support of ourselves."I glared. "That is staggeringly hazardous, Farkas. It very well may be a sna
Sheila's POV:The fight in the mining tunnel was serious however short. Our little opposition group battled with a savagery that appeared to shock the shadow wolves. Eventually, we figured out how to drive them off, yet not without cost. A few of our new partners were harmed, and we realized it was inevitable before Rasha sent more powers.As we kept an eye on the injured and ready to move to another hideaway, I was unable to shake the inclination that we were missing something. We had begun to construct an opposition, indeed, however Rasha's power actually appeared to be overpowering. How is it that we could expect to overcome her genuinely?That is the point at which I smelled it. A bizarre, lovely fragrance that appeared to slice through the stale smelling demeanor of the mining tunnel. It was not normal for anything I'd experienced previously."Do you smell that?" I asked Tooth, who was assisting me with swathing a youthful wolf's leg.She sniffed the air, her forehead wrinkling.
The underground resistance.Sheila's POV:The Moon's Dig ended up being genuine, yet it wasn't the place of refuge we'd expected. It was unfilled, deserted some time in the past. We were starting over, with Rasha's powers shutting in.That is when Kloss thought of a hazardous arrangement."We really want to return," he said, his eyes flickering earnestly. "Back to Rasha's region."I gazed at him, contemplating whether he'd flipped out. "Return? Kloss, that is self destruction!"He shook his head. "Not assuming that we're savvy about it. Consider it, Sheila. Rasha controls a colossal region now. There should be wolves and people who could do without her standard. In the event that we could track down them, coordinate them..."I started to see where he was going. "An underground opposition," I relaxed.Kloss gestured. "Precisely. We can't beat Rasha head-on. Yet, from within? We could get an opportunity."It was risky. Staggeringly hazardous. Yet, as I took a gander at our battered, les
Rasha's Revenge.Sheila's POV:The night after Sage's advance notice was tense. No one rested soundly, and the morning brought no help. The camp was tranquil, however it was anything but a serene calm. It was the calm before a tempest.I was chatting with Kloss and Thorne, attempting to think of an arrangement to join our broke partnership, when we heard it. A yell, dislike any I'd heard previously. It was loaded up with murkiness and disdain, and it made my fur stand on end."Rasha," I murmured, my heart dashing.Kloss' eyes broadened. "She's here? Be that as it may, how could she track down us?"Before anybody could reply, the air around us appeared to obscure. It resembled the light was being sucked away. Then, from the shadows at the edge of our camp, they came.Shadow wolves, many of them, their eyes shining red. Also, at their head was Rasha. However, she appeared to be unique. More grounded. Seriously frightening. Dull energy popped around her like dark lightning."Hi, little L