Scarlett's POV I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest as the rustling in the bushes grew louder. Fear gripped me tightly, and I called out with a quiver in my voice, "Who is there?"As the figures emerged from the shadows, my breath caught in my throat. It was them—the same men I had seen earlier, with the unmistakable tattoo that tied them to the traitor. How had they found me? The realization struck me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. The danger I had feared was now standing before me.My legs trembled, and I struggled to maintain composure as the men approached. They wore cold, calculating expressions on their faces, their eyes scanning me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I desperately wished for Freda's presence, for her unwavering strength to bolster my own. But in that moment, I was alone, facing these mysterious and dangerous men.One of them, taller and more imposing, took a step forward. His voice was deep and menacing as he spok
Scarlett's POVAs Freda spoke those words, a sense of determination and purpose washed over me, intertwining with the fear that still gripped my heart. I looked into her eyes, seeing the fiery resolve burning within her, and I knew that together, we would navigate this treacherous path."Freda, I understand," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me. "We can use their own expectations against them. If I pretend to go along with their demands, they won't suspect a thing. We'll gather the information we need and expose their treachery."Freda nodded, her grip on my hands tightening ever so slightly. "Exactly, Scarlett. We'll play their game, but on our own terms. We must be careful not to raise any suspicions. They won't see it coming."Taking a deep breath, I tried to quell the racing thoughts and emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. I needed to stay focused, to channel my fear into a facade of compliance. With Freda by my side, I knew we could weather thi
Scarlett's POVAs the sharp knock on the door reverberated through the room, I exchanged a worried glance with Freda. The late hour and the urgency in the knock sent a shiver down my spine. With cautious determination, Freda rose from her seat, her expression a mix of concern and readiness. I watched as she approached the door, her hand hovering above the handle before finally turning it.As the door swung open, my eyes widened in shock. Standing before us was Freda's personal bodyguard, James, his usually impeccable appearance marred by blood stains. He leaned against the doorframe, gasping for breath, his voice strained as he tried to speak."James! What happened?" Freda's voice trembled with a mixture of fear and urgency. She stepped forward, gripping his arm to steady him. "Slow down and catch your breath. What did you see?"James took a few more moments to regain control of his breathing, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a blood-soaked sleeve. When he finally spoke, his vo
Scarlett's POVThe guard nodded, his expression a mix of pain and determination. "Yes, they took refuge in the hidden chambers beneath the main hall. The attackers haven't discovered it yet. I can take you there."Relief washed over me at the prospect of the remaining Elders being safe, at least for the moment. We needed their guidance and leadership now more than ever.Freda nodded, her gaze filled with gratitude. "Lead the way. We'll protect you."As we followed the guard through the maze-like corridors, a sense of urgency pushed us forward. The sounds of battle grew distant, replaced by the eerie silence that hung over the hidden chambers. We approached a concealed entrance, guarded by two sentinels.As we entered the hidden chambers beneath the main hall, a somber atmosphere greeted us. The air was heavy with tension, and the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the walls. I felt a knot form in my stomach as we approached the three remaining Elders huddled together, their bodi
Scarlett's POV"Freda, we need to locate those two men who approached me earlier. Something tells me they have a hand in this. They seemed suspicious, and their timing was too coincidental."Freda nodded in agreement, her expression focused. "You're right, Scarlett. It's highly likely that they are connected to the attack and the traitor. We need to find them and extract whatever information they possess. They might hold the key to unraveling this mystery."With a shared understanding, we set off, our senses heightened, scanning the area for any signs of the two men. We knew that time was of the essence, and we couldn't afford to let them slip through our grasp. Every moment lost meant the traitor's influence could grow stronger.As we traversed the narrow streets of our community, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the task ahead. Lives hung in the balance, and the truth seemed shrouded in a web of deceit. But I refused to be overwhelmed. Determination surged through my veins, fu
Scarlett's POVThe bitter taste of defeat lingered in my mouth as I watched the man vanish into the depths of the waterfall. Anger and frustration swirled within me, threatening to consume my every thought. But Freda's voice cut through the haze, pulling me back to the present."Scarlett, we need to hurry back to the pack," she said, her voice urgent yet composed. "We can't let this setback deter us. There's still a chance to find the other man, and we need to seize it."Her words resonated within me, reigniting the flame of determination that had flickered momentarily. She was right. We couldn't dwell on what we couldn't change; we had to focus on the tasks ahead. We turned on our heels and sprinted back through the winding alleyways, retracing our steps with a renewed sense of purpose.As we arrived at our headquarters, the air crackled with anticipation. Freda swiftly gathered a group of her trusted men, her voice cutting through the tension-filled atmosphere."Listen up," she comm
Scarlett's POV The sight of the man's lifeless body sprawled on the floor sent shockwaves of disbelief and anguish through the room. Freda's cry of despair echoed in my ears, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and frustration. It was as if the weight of our unanswered questions had manifested before us, mocking our relentless pursuit of truth. Tears welled in my eyes as I reached out, a futile attempt to grasp the fleeting essence of life that had slipped away so tragically. But it was too late. The man's final act of defiance had silenced the answers we had sought, leaving us with only fragmented pieces of a puzzle. "Freda..." I began, my voice choked with sorrow. But before I could say more, she stormed out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the corridor, each step mirroring the anger and frustration that surged within her. "Stay away from me!" she spat, her voice dripping with anger. "This is all your fault! If it weren't for your incompetence, we might have gotten
Ethan's POVAs Shakira took my hand in hers, a surge of power coursed through my veins. I felt a strange energy enveloping me, and in an instant, everything around us blurred and distorted. The world seemed to bend and twist, and before I knew it, we had vanished into thin air.My senses were overwhelmed as we reappeared inside a small hut. The sudden change in surroundings left me momentarily disoriented. I blinked, taking in my new surroundings—a dimly lit room adorned with ancient symbols and mystical artifacts.Shakira stood beside me, her presence grounding me in this unfamiliar place. Her eyes shone with determination as she looked at me.Shakira's gaze locked with mine, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of determination and concern. "Ethan," she began, her voice steady yet filled with gravity, "we have crossed into a land inhabited by the most deadly and formidable werewolves in the country. This is their domain, and they have long guarded the secrets that Scarlett has manipul
Ethan’s POVEthan stormed away from Scarlett, his mind a whirlwind of anger and frustration. Her words had struck a nerve, cutting through his defenses and stirring up a storm of emotions he hadn't anticipated. How could she accuse him of being manipulated? How could she question his judgment and loyalty?His fists clenched at his sides as he marched back to his tent, his footsteps heavy with the weight of his indignation. He could still hear her voice echoing in his mind, the disbelief evident in her tone. It was as if she had cast doubt on everything he believed in, everything he had worked so hard to achieve.Entering the tent, Ethan slammed the flap shut behind him, the sound reverberating through the canvas walls. He paced back and forth, his thoughts a jumbled mess. He had trusted Scarlett, confided in her, and now she had turned on him, exposing him to doubt and suspicion. He had to set things straight, to make her understand the truth.Soon, Oliver came in. He looked a bit wor
Scarlett’s POVEthan's gaze bore into mine, intense and unyielding. His features were set in a stern expression that seemed to mask a whirlwind of emotions. "I've seen the signs, Scarlett," he said, his voice carrying a weight of conviction. "The changes in you, the power you've exhibited. It's not a coincidence."I took a shaky step back, my mind racing to counter his claims. "Ethan, I don't know how any of this happened. I swear, I didn't use any black magic. I don't even know how I turned into... into a werewolf."Ethan's eyes narrowed, skepticism evident in his gaze. "You expect me to believe that?" he retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. "You've been hiding something, Scarlett. You can't deny that there's a darkness within you that you've been struggling to control."My heart pounded, and a surge of anger mingled with my fear. "I don't know what you're talking about," I insisted, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. "I woke up one night, and everything had change
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIVEScarlett’s POVI shifted my body subtly, as if trying to find a more comfortable position on the cold, unforgiving ground. With calculated effort, I extended one leg as far as I could, my foot reaching out towards the concealed glint of metal. My heart raced in rhythm with my shallow breaths as I strained to make contact with the knife.Fenrir's taunts still echoed in the air as he paced around the chamber, his back occasionally turning towards me. Each time he looked away, my muscles tensed, and I stretched my leg just a little farther. The stakes were high – any abrupt movement could alert him or one of the guards.my toes brushed against the hilt of the knife. My pulse quickened even further, a mix of excitement and anxiety surging through me. It was a game of patience, of waiting for the precise moment when my efforts would align with the distractions in the room.Fenrir's voice carried across the chamber, engrossed in a conversation with one of his subordi
Ethan’s POV"Kai, Olivier, and all of you," Shakira spoke, her voice carrying a sense of tranquility and assurance. "I have heard your concerns, your doubts, and your fears. I understand the weight of the darkness that looms before us, and the pain of past losses. But you must remember that you are not alone in this fight. Kai looked up, surprised by Shakira's sudden appearance, but a glimmer of hope sparked in his eyes. "Goddess Shakira, we appreciate your words, but Scarlett's pack is formidable. How do we even begin to confront them?"Shakira smiled gently, her presence calming the unease that had settled over the pack. "Scarlett may possess mighty powers, but she is not invincible. There is a way to defeat her."Scarlett's power comes from a source that can be severed. The key lies in weakening her connection to that source. To do so, you must work together, combining your strengths and talents."Kai's curiosity got the better of him. "And what is this source, Goddess Shakira?"S
Ethan’s POVI took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead. My heart was still heavy with doubt, but I knew that I had to put on a brave face for my pack. As I walked through the camp, I saw the wounded and battered members of my pack who had fought valiantly against the dark forces threatening our existence.My first stop was at the healer's tent, where my most trusted confidante, Oliver, was tending to the injured. Oliver was the Beta I appointed even as Scarlett's Pack injured."Oliver," I greeted him with a nod, "how are they holding up?""They're strong, Alpha, but their spirits are shaken," Oliver replied, his voice tinged with concern. "The battle was fierce, and many of them fear that the darkness is too powerful to overcome."I sighed, understanding the weight of those words. Stepping out of the tent, I glanced around the camp, making eye contact with each wounded pack member. With a deep breath, I spoke, my voice projecting strength despite my own doubts."My broth
Ethan’s POVAs Goddess Shakira's words settled in, my anger began to ebb, replaced by a mix of curiosity and concern. The revelation that Scarlett had acquired dark forces' aid and obtained werewolf powers was surprising and unsettling. It meant that our enemy had become even more formidable than we had anticipated. Despite my lingering frustration, I found myself drawn to Shakira's calm demeanor and open honesty."Dark forces aiding her... It's hard to comprehend," I muttered, my mind racing to grasp the implications of such a revelation. "How did she even come in contact with them? And why would they grant her powers like ours?"Goddess Shakira's expression turned solemn, and she spoke with a sense of responsibility in her voice. "The dark forces are drawn to those who harbor darkness within their hearts, seeking to exploit and manipulate them. Scarlett's heart was tainted by envy, hatred, and a desire for power. They preyed upon her vulnerabilities and offered her a pact.""But wha
Ethan’s POVWhen I regained consciousness, I found myself in a makeshift tent, dimly lit by a flickering lantern. The pain was still present, though dulled by the effects of the healing herbs the healers had applied. My mind felt clearer, but the weight of my responsibility as Alpha remained heavy on my shoulders.Oliver was sitting by my side, looking worn and exhausted. His eyes met mine, and I could see the worry etched in his expression. "Boss, you're awake," he said with relief."How long was I out?" I asked, my voice hoarse."Nearly a day," he replied. "The healers have been tending to you. They say you need to rest and allow your body to heal."When I attempted to push myself up again, a searing pain shot through my back, forcing me back onto the makeshift bed. I growled in frustration, clenching my fists as my eye began to glow a bright red, a manifestation of the anger and pain surging through me. Oliver took a step back, clearly taken aback by the sudden change in my eye col
Scarlett’s POVAs the leader mocked me, his words hurt like poison, but I refused to let his arrogance weaken my determination. My main priority was to protect Freda and the pack, no matter what. Ignoring the pain in my body, I forced myself to stand tall in front of him."I may be young, but you underestimate my strength," I replied, trying to sound steady despite my trembling. "You might have heard about me, but you don't truly understand what I'm capable of."The leader's eyes showed a hint of amusement. "Oh, I'd love to see what you can do, little wolf," he said, provoking me further. "Go ahead, impress me. Show me your strength."With those mocking words, he attacked me again, moving quickly and strategically. I dodged to the side, avoiding his attack, and countered by striking his side. However, my attack didn't seem to bother him much. He chuckled darkly, seeming to enjoy the challenge."You'll have to do better than that," he sneered. "Is that all you've got? Freda deserves a
Scarlett’s POV It was one that had shaped her beliefs and values since she joined the pack. It was a conversation she had with Freda, the pack's wise and experienced alpha, not too long after Scarlett had become a part of their family. Freda's voice echoed in her mind, stern yet full of wisdom. "Scarlett, being a part of this pack means more than just strength and agility. It means a commitment to protect and support one another, no matter the cost. We are a family, bound by loyalty and love. Never forget that." Scarlett clung to those words as she faced Ragnar's relentless assault. She could almost hear Freda's voice again, urging her to find her inner strength, to remember why she had chosen to become a part of this pack in the first place. Drawing on that memory, I pushed the pain aside and focused on Ragnar. "I may be bruised, but I'm not beaten," I retorted, trying to catch my breath. "You're not the only one who fights for something they care about." Ragnar growled, his eyes