Freda’s POV The next day arrived, and with it, the meeting with the elders. I entered the grand hall, my heart pounding with a mix of determination and anxiety. The elders, wise and experienced, sat in a semicircle at the front of the room, their eyes fixed on me as I approached the center. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the difficult task ahead."Freda, please have a seat," Elder Graham gestured toward the vacant chair at the center of the room. I nodded and settled into the chair, my palms moist with anticipation.Elder Graham, a respected wolf with a grizzled coat, spoke first. "Freda, we called this meeting to address the issue you brought to our attention. We understand your concerns and share your determination to find the traitor within our pack. Please lay out all your complaints and suspicions."I straightened my posture, my voice firm but laced with frustration. "Elders, we have suffered multiple attacks by Ethan's men, leaving our pack vulnerable and our members
Freda’s POVAs I made my way to my chambers, a surge of urgency pulsed through my veins. The weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders, and I knew that time was of the essence. I needed to reach out to Scarlett and inform her of the compromised situation within the pack, despite the uncertainty that still clouded my mind.I entered my chambers and swiftly closed the door behind me. Taking a deep breath to steady my racing thoughts, I reached for the communication crystal on my desk. Holding it in my hands, I closed my eyes and focused my energy, connecting with Scarlett's presence. After a brief moment, her image flickered into view, concern etched across her face."Freda, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of worry and anticipation. "You look troubled."I met her gaze, my expression serious. "Scarlett, I have information that I need to share with you. It's about the investigation and the pack, but I can't discuss it openly. Some individuals within the
Freda’s POVI was shocked to see that the symbol on the pendant was not the emblem of our pack as I had initially thought. It was similar, yes, but upon closer inspection, there were subtle differences that set it apart. My heart raced as I realized that this symbol bore a striking resemblance to the moon-like emblem I had seen in the temple, the very same symbol that had led to Scarlett and me being attacked.A wave of fear washed over me, mingling with my growing suspicion. How was it possible for this symbol to appear here, in the heart of our pack, when it was supposed to be exclusive to the temple? I knew that I couldn't trust the council with this information. There was something sinister at play, and I needed to tread carefully.Determined to uncover the truth, I decided to confide in Scarlett. She was my closest friend and the only one I felt I could truly trust. I reached for my communicator and sent her a secure message, urging her to meet me at a secluded spot where we coul
Ethan’s POVAs I peered through the curtains, my eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Shakira, the woman who had sent me on a mission to kill Scarlett, was on the ground in the center of the room, surrounded by a circle of candles and mystical symbols. She was engrossed in a flurry of incantations, her voice filled with a dark power that sent chills down my spine.Memories flooded back, cascading through my mind like a torrential downpour. I remembered her face, her manipulative words, and the twisted mission she had bestowed upon me. The realization hit me like a physical blow, stealing the breath from my lungs. I had been nothing more than a pawn in her game.Fear and anger surged within me, fueling my instinct to escape this dangerous situation. I turned on my heels, my heart pounding in my chest, and made a beeline for the door. But as I reached for the handle, it moved of its own accord, slamming shut before my fingertips could even brush against it."Panic rose within me as I fr
Ethan’s POVAs I turned to check where that sound came on, a strong force hit me like a freight train, and I was sent hurtling backward, crashing into the door with bone-jarring impact.Pain lanced through my body as I struggled to regain my bearings. My werewolf senses, heightened by the transformation that lurked within me, flared to life, filling my mind with a primal fury. Adrenaline surged through my veins, fueling my anger even as I fought to stand upright.I scanned the room, my eyes searching for the source of the attack, but there was no one in sight. Confusion gnawed at my mind as I strained to make sense of the situation. Who or what had struck me with such force? And why?But as I looked around, my senses honed in on something peculiar—a faint trace of unfamiliar scent lingering in the air. It was a mix of earthy musk and something metallic, with an underlying hint of danger. It was a scent I had never encountered before, and it sent a chill down my spine.My anger surged
Ethan’s POVI took a moment to collect myself, my heart pounding in my chest as adrenaline coursed through my veins. The pain in my side was relentless, a constant reminder of the battle I had just faced. I knew I needed to tend to my wounds, to find something that could help alleviate the pain and prevent further damage.Grimacing, I cast my gaze around the room, scanning every nook and cranny for any sign of a useful item. My vision was hazy from the pain, but I forced myself to focus, determined to find a solution.My eyes landed on a small table in the corner, adorned with various trinkets and objects. It seemed like a possible source of aid. I stumbled towards it, my movements unsteady, and began to rummage through the items. My hands shook as I picked up one object after another, searching for something that could serve as a makeshift bandage or a means to staunch the bleeding.My fingers grazed against a soft cloth, and I pulled it out, realizing it was a torn piece of fabric.
Scarlett's POVFreda's revelation had sent shockwaves through my entire being. The implications of a traitor within our pack were grave, and the safety of our members depended on us uncovering the hidden mystery. As we stood there, the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air.I looked into Freda's eyes, seeing the determination mixed with fear. We knew that we had to proceed cautiously, as any misstep could lead to dire consequences. Our plan had to remain a secret, known only to us, until we could gather enough evidence to confront the traitor."We need to be careful, Freda," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Our actions must be discreet, and we should only approach those we trust implicitly. We don't want to alert the traitor to our investigation."Freda nodded in agreement, her eyes mirroring my determination. "Agreed. We can't afford to take any chances. We'll have to gather information subtly and question pack members who have proven their loyalty. We need to find t
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
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