Cleopatra lowered the phone from her ear and turned towards Rose with a confident smile. "See? I told you she's alive."Rose cast a casual glance in Cleopatra's direction, her lingering resentment towards Cleopatra for bringing Syren into the Council still evident in her eyes."I've already informed Kourtney and Adley. They'll be keeping a keen eye out for the traitor among us. For now, I've granted Syren the freedom to acquaint herself with the Council," Cleopatra explained, choosing to disregard Rose's sulking demeanor.Almost immediately, Rose straightened in her chair, her eyes widening in surprise. "You've allowed a witch to roam freely in a place filled with werewolves?"Cleopatra remained unfazed. "Syren is no ordinary witch.""A witch is a witch.""In this case, she's a witch I've formed an alliance with to help us identify the traitor in our midst. You need to let go of your prejudice, even though I'm still in the dark about why you despise her," Cleopatra replied, her gaze s
York Teaching HospitalFreya sat on the hospital bed as a nurse took her blood in a vial. It was her first time in such a modernized hospital and the constant beeping of the machine in the room didn't sit well with her. The nurse was done drawing out the blood. She dabbed a cotton in a liquid Freya didn't recognize and handed it to her. "Press this on it until your blood stops leaking." Freya nodded and did as told. Then the nurse took the vial and walked out of the room. "Once again, I apologize." Cheyenne, who had been watching, said as she fully walked into the room. Pressing the cotton on the spot where blood was drawn out from, Freya glanced up at her and smiled faintly, "It's really fine, Ms. Nichols." "I can tell you're forcing yourself to smile." Cheyenne replied, raising her brows as she took her seat opposite Freya. Freya pressed the cotton a little harder on her arm recalling the woman in front of her had probably killed hundreds of werewolves. At the same time, she r
Cheyenne's HouseCheyenne had been absent from the living room for nearly an hour before she finally returned, her apology ready on her lips. "Sorry I took so long – Freya?" Her words trailed off as she scanned the room, only to realize that Freya was nowhere to be found. A growing sense of unease knotted in her stomach as she called out again, "Freya?"Her voice echoed through the spacious living room, a faint note of worry creeping in with each repeated call. She began to pace around the house, her footsteps tapping softly on the hardwood floor. Still, there was no sign of Freya. Then, suddenly, she went towards the direction Freya had taken and halted almost immediately. A gasp escaped her lips and her eyes widened in surprise.There, sitting on the floor, was Freya. Her back was comfortably propped against the wall, and she was engaged in the unexpected act of petting a brown wolf nestled on her lap.Upon catching sight of Cheyenne, Freya gently set the wolf aside, rising to her
Outside the pack, the Pack Warriors also abandoned guarding the pack and headed inside. "That is our cue." Neon said, straightened up and ran towards the pack's entrance. Sarah got up as well and sprinted after her, but the heavy bag on her back kept slowing her down. "How the hell are you able to move so easily when we're carrying the same thing?" Sarah asked as soon as they got into the pack, breathing out heavily. Neon spared her a brief glance before looking ahead of her again. "Why do you think I called you a princess?""No one should have to carry something this heavy. My reaction is perfectly normal." Sarah defended realizing Neon was looking down on her. "You're a werewolf, Sarah. You should know there's a way to alternate your strength with that of your wolf's. Don't they teach that at normal packs?" Neon murmured and quickened her pace. "Alternate my strength with that of my wolf's? I thought that only happens when I shift? Hey, wait for me!" Sarah yelled when she real
Blackwood Pack - Three Days Later"I don't understand why we need to stay in a place where four hundred people were killed," Sarah complained as she walked behind Neon."Perhaps because it's not safe out there, and there might be a coven of witches waiting to decapitate the first person who steps out of this place," Neon replied, her head lowered over a map she held."What's the difference between staying here and going out there, considering we have a mass murderer among us?" Sarah retorted, hurrying to block Neon's way.Neon halted and sighed, rolling up the map. She fixed her eyes on Sarah. "The mass murderer here had a reason for those killings. The witches out there, who have likely done worse, will see us as a threat as soon as Hezell brings down the barrier and will kill us."Sarah opened her mouth to respond but quickly closed it. She turned her gaze away and asked, "How can you not be afraid of Hezell?""Because if he wanted to kill me, it would take him no effort, yet he has
The Council"You're being too unconcerned about everything." Courtney scoffed as she walked into Steele's apartment. The man sat on his bar stool drinking and didn't bother to spare her a glance when she walked in. "We both know you can find Freya in a few hours if you wanted to. So why the hell are you not helping to find her?" Kourtney asked again, this time, snatching the glass away from his hand. "Now you have my attention." Steele said through clenched jaw and looked at her. "Maybe it's a good thing the werewolf hunters are after her. Why should she be treated like a princess after everything her father did?" Kourtney broke the glass on the wall and held a shard next to his carotid artery. "The moon goddess knew exactly what she did when she gave Freya Armstrong to you as a mate. You should learn to appreciate the things you have!" Steele rubbed his eyes and leaned towards the shard on her hand, cutting his neck open, the red blood soaking up his white shirt. "Satisfied?" H
In the midst of the Blackwood Pack's tension-filled atmosphere, Sarah couldn't hold back her frustration. She hurried after the furious Neon, her voice echoing through the corridors. "You can't just hurt people whenever you please just because you can!" Neon's response was icy, her gaze locked ahead. "Yes, I can."Sarah's eyes blazed with anger as she tried to reason with her. "What's gotten into you? Can't you see he's terrified of death? Nobody wants to die, and your actions are just unreasonable!"Suddenly, Neon stopped in her tracks, clenching her jaw in anger. She turned sharply to face Sarah, her fists clenched tightly. "He's afraid of death, so he tries to poison someone else to escape it. And you think that's okay?" Neon hissed angrily, advancing slowly towards Sarah.Sarah shot back with a raised eyebrow, her voice firm. "Did he paralyze your sister to ensure Hezell's demise? Yes. Did he hold a grudge against Hezell and attempt to harm him too, just so he could take down t
Hezell walked outside to see dozens of witches had surrounded the pack, hands outstretched towards the pack and eyes closed. "They're gonna burn down the pack if you don't bring down the barrier." Nebra grimaced, walking out from behind him. "I know that." Hezell replied, sounding a little conflicted. "But if I bring down the barrier, people will still die." "For someone who killed four hundred of this pack's members, you sure sound morally upright." Sarah snorted, disgusted by his righteous words. "If I wanted everyone dead, I'd have killed everyone which includes all the children I kept out of harm's way." Hezell responded, not sparing her a glance. Sarah fell silent, contemplating his words before finally conceding. "Bring down the barrier. We make a run for it and leave the children to die. Consider it as tying up loose ends because those children will grow and want to get vengeance for their loved ones who you killed." "That's enough, Sarah!" Neon screamed from behind Sar