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
Ivory Restaurant, Human City."Ms. Nichols is here and she has refused to be served by anyone besides you." One of Freya's colleagues snorted as she walked past Freya. Freya looked up from the log book where she was inputting her sales for the day. Her eyes met with Susan who wiggled her eyebrows with a knowing look. "Cheyenne Nichols isn't married and there's been no record of her dating anyone. I'm starting to wonder if it's because no one expected her to be into girls." Susan commented, inching closer to Freya. "How many times do I have to tell you you're getting it all wrong? Cheyenne and I are just friends." Freya chuckled and dropped the pen. Then she picked up a towel closeby and wiped off the imaginary dirt on her hands. "You've frequented this place three times a day for the past one week that I'm beginning to wonder if you fired your chef." Freya commented with a light smile as she walked up to Cheyenne. Cheyenne returned her smile and picked up the menu in front of he
The Council"No!" Hezell hissed as he jerked up from the bed. His hands immediately went to his abdomen where he had been stabbed. "Look who's up." He heard someone yawn lazily behind him and turned to see who it was. "Rose." He called out, recognizing her from one of..."Yeah. Sarah did say something about you magically knowing who everyone is. So I guess I shouldn't be surprised you know who I am too." She shrugged and got up. "I need to speak to speak with someone. Cleopatra maybe." He shook his head and tried to get off the bed, but realized he couldn't. He glanced at his free hands, then at the floor where he expected to see a white circle, but saw nothing. "I'm guessing you do not know everything then." Rose said when she realized he didn't know how he was being kept to the bed. "No, you don't understand, Rose. I need to speak with someone. This is about Freya and very important." Hezell exhaled heavily, turning his eyes to her. "What happened to Freya?" Cleopatra asked a
"Father?" Cheyenne feigned surprise, entering the living room with Jeremiah.The middle-aged man, Jerome Nichols, clad in all white with a cap perched on his head, turned towards his daughter.He had various security companies across the globe that specialized in safeguarding politicians and very important persons. However, his primary business involved hunting mystical creatures and selling their claws and fangs as rare artifacts, especially focusing on werewolves due to the deadly poison that came from their claws and fangs.He had even managed to sway the government and many into believing his actions were for the greater good as Werewolves posed a threat to their lives."Cheyenne," he greeted in a dispassionate tone.His lack of warmth didn't surprise her; she was accustomed to it."Why are your men tearing my house apart?" Cheyenne inquired, approaching him."For your safety," Jerome replied curtly, not sparing her a second glance."You can't barge into my home and claim it's fo
"He kept insisting he wants to see you," Hercules said as he pushed Hezell into Cleopatra's office.Cleopatra paused, setting aside the report in her hand. She rubbed her eyes, then looked up at the intruders."It must be traumatizing, going from captivity for 19 long years to freedom for just three days, only to be captured again," she said dispassionately, studying him closely.Hezell's hand found its way to his neck, where he uncomfortably tugged at the invisible collar."The witches ban black magic because it's dangerous, not just for the user but for everyone around them," he muttered, locking eyes with her. "You should get Syren to remove it.""Sarah informed me about the 400 members of the Blackwood Pack you massacred. If it weren't for your connection to the Vause family, I'd have ordered your execution the moment you came into my custody," Cleopatra said, her expression hardening."My father and Braeden Vause were close, but not everyone approved of their friendship. In all h