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 POV"I... I can't be an Alpha. I've never held such a position before. Are you sure, Shakira?"Shakira's gaze met mine, unwavering in its certainty. Her eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom that left me in awe. "Ethan, I have seen the potential within you," she explained, her voice steady and assured. "You possess qualities of leadership that can inspire and unite. I believe in your ability to deliver justice and bring an end to Scarlett's reign."I struggled to comprehend her words, the weight of responsibility settling heavily upon my shoulders. Being an Alpha was not something I had ever imagined for myself, but Shakira's unwavering faith in me made doubt begin to fade."But... why me?" I asked, my voice tinged with humility. "There are surely others more experienced and deserving of such a role."Shakira's gentle smile conveyed a sense of understanding. "Ethan, leadership is not solely defined by experience or lineage," she explained. "It is about the strength of char
Ethan's POVAs we hurriedly made our way towards the spy, my heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and concern. The urgency in Shakira's voice and the young man's battered appearance only intensified my curiosity. I exchanged a quick glance with Lucas, and we quickened our pace, following Shakira's lead.As we reached the spy, his ragged breathing and battered form were evident. He was soaked from head to toe, his clothes clinging to his body. Shakira wasted no time and immediately addressed him, her voice filled with urgency."What happened?" she asked, her tone demanding answers. "Why are you in such a state? Where is your teammate, Dave?"The spy took a moment to catch his breath, his voice coming out in short bursts. "Your Highness," he began, wincing in pain, "we carried out the mission as planned. We infiltrated the pack, gathered vital information about the elders, and executed our plan successfully. But during our escape, two women began hunting us relentlessly."His words
Ethan's POV As I slowly opened my eyes, a dull ache throbbed in my head. Blinking against the harsh glare, I gradually adjusted to the surroundings. The blinding light receded, revealing a sight that left me astounded. I found myself lying on a smooth, cool marble floor that stretched out before me. My gaze took in the breathtaking sight that unfolded. I had returned to the temple where I had faced off against Scarlett, but now it stood before me as a testament to resplendence and grandeur. Bathed in a warm, ethereal glow, the temple exuded an aura of mystical allure. Its architectural design remained faithful to the structure I remembered, yet a profound transformation had taken place. The once shattered remnants had been meticulously restored to their former glory, as if time itself had reversed its relentless march. The temple now stood tall and majestic, radiating an air of invincibility. With a sense of wonder, I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position, my hands finding s
Ethan's POVJust then, Lucas entered the room, his voice filled with urgency. "Ethan, the soldiers are ready to move out," he informed me, his gaze scanning my disheveled appearance. "Is everything alright?"I forced a reassuring smile and replied, "It's nothing, Lucas. I'll be out with them in a few minutes. Just need to gather my thoughts."Lucas looked at me with concern, but seeing my determined facade, he nodded and left the room. Alone again, I struggled to make sense of what had just transpired. It was as if the encounter with Scarlett in the temple had left its mark on my mind, tainting my perception of reality.Something was definitely wrong. Someone possessed a power that twisted my surroundings and played havoc with my thoughts. But who could possess such formidable abilities, and why were they targeting me? Questions swirled in my mind, and a deep unease settled within me. I knew I had to find answers and put an end to this twisted game before it consumed me entirely.Just
Ethan's POVLucas glanced at me, his brow furrowing in concern. "Ethan, I understand that the events of late have been unsettling, but I've never once doubted our cause or our mission," he replied with unwavering conviction. "We have faced countless challenges before, and this is no different. It's only natural for doubts to creep in, but we mustn't let them overshadow our purpose."I nodded, absorbing his words, though a lingering unease still tugged at my thoughts. "But Lucas, the encounters with Scarlett and the strange occurrences we've witnessed... It feels as though someone or something is deliberately trying to hinder our progress," I explained, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and determination. "We can't simply dismiss these events as mere coincidences. There's more at play here."Lucas sighed, his gaze fixed on the path ahead as we continued our march. "I won't deny that things have been unusual, Ethan. But dwelling on uncertainties won't bring us any closer to the
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