Tristan's eighteenth birthday arrived, and Laura planned a small surprise party at their house. His friends came over, bearing gifts and well-wishes."Happy birthday, Tristan!" they chorused, as he walked into the room.Tristan's eyes widened in surprise, and a smile spread across his face. "Thanks, guys!"His friend, Alex, handed him a gift. "Dude, I got you a new gaming controller. I know how much you love gaming."Tristan unwrapped the gift, his eyes lighting up. "Thanks, man! This is awesome!"Emily, a quiet girl from school, approached him shyly. "Happy birthday, Tristan. I got you a small gift."Tristan smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks, Emily. What is it?"Emily handed him a small box. "It's a watch. I thought you might like it."Tristan opened the box, revealing a sleek silver watch. "Wow, Emily, it's beautiful. Thanks!"Emily blushed, her eyes dropping to the floor. "I'm glad you like it."As they ate cake and chatted, Tristan couldn't help but notice
Tristan kept running, his paws pounded the earth, his heart racing with a newfound ferocity. He had never felt so alive, so free.As he ran, his senses grew sharper, his body stronger. He could smell the trees, hear the river flowing, and feel the moon's pull.Suddenly, he caught a scent, a familiar yet unknown smell. He followed it, his curiosity piqued.That's when he saw her, a wolf with piercing green eyes, her fur a shimmering silver."Who are you?" Tristan growled, his instincts on high alert.The wolf approached him, her tail wagging cautiously. "I'm Rosalind," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you are...?"Tristan hesitated, unsure of his identity. "I, I do not know," he admitted, his confusion evident.Rosalind's eyes locked onto his, a spark of recognition igniting. "You are like me," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "A werewolf."Tristan's mind reeled, the truth sinking in. He was a monster, a creature of legend.But Rosalind's words echoed in his m
Athena Trinidad, a servant in the Ironclaw Dominion pack, stood with a quiet strength, her tanned skin a testament to the hardships she had endured. Her fiery red hair, once a wild tangle, now hangs in dull, matted locks, a reflection of her lost spirit. Her amber eyes, once bright and full of life, now dimly shone like embers, smothered by the weight of her servitude. The spark within them flickered, a flame struggling to stay alight amidst the darkness.Athena's slender physique, honed from years of labor, bore the scars of her mistreatment. Her wrists and ankles, once raw and chafed from shackles, now displayed a latticework of faded scars, a topography of her suffering. Her gaze, once direct and proud, now cast downward, a habit formed from years of servitude. Yet, in fleeting moments, a glimmer of defiance flashed, a hint of the untamed spirit that once roamed free.Athena cowered in the corner, her eyes cast down at the cold stone floor. The stench of mold and decay filled her n
Athena's determination grew with each passing day. She knew she had to escape, to join the resistance and fight back against the Dominion. As she paced in her cell, she heard the sound of footsteps again. But this time, they were heavier, more deliberate.The door creaked open, and Brody stood before her, his eyes cold and hard. "Athena, you are coming with me."Athena's heart sank, but she refused to show fear. "Where are we going?"Brody's smile was cruel. "The Alpha wants to see you."Athena's mind raced as she followed Brody through the corridors. What did the Alpha want with her? Athena's movements, though hesitant, held a quiet grace, a testament to her inner strength. Her voice, barely above a whisper, held a gentle melody, a soothing balm to those who hear it.Despite the hardships, Athena's beauty remained, a beacon of hope in a world that sought to extinguish her light. Her story, etched on her body and in her eyes, was one of resilience, a testament to the unbreakable huma
Meanwhile, Jasper stormed through the corridors, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake.But he refused to acknowledge it. He would not be swayed by his feelings for a servant.As he entered his chambers, he saw a figure waiting for him - Alira, the elderly servant who had been kind to Athena."My lord," Alira said, her voice trembling. "I saw what happened. I am so sorry."Jasper's eyes narrowed. "You dare to pity me?"Alira stood tall, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I pity Athena, my lord. She deserved better than your rejection."Jasper's face twisted in rage, but Alira's words struck a chord deep within him.Jasper's anger faltered, replaced by a creeping sense of doubt. Had he made a mistake by rejecting Athena?Alira's words echoed in his mind: "She deserved better than your rejection."He tried to shake off the feeling, but it lingered, gnawing at his conscience.Meanwhile, Athena walked through the dark
Tristan's eyes stared back at him from the mirror, but they were not his own. They were darker, more sinister, with vertical pupils that seemed to pierce through the glass. His skin was deathly pale, stretched taut over razor-sharp cheekbones. His hair was longer, wilder, with subtle streaks of silver strands that seemed to move of their own accord.He was a monster.Tristan's mind recoiled in horror, his thoughts consumed by the transformation that had ravaged his body on his 18th birthday. He could not shake the feeling of being a stranger in his own skin, a prisoner of the beast that lurked beneath the surface."Tristan, sweetie, come down for breakfast," his mother, Laura, called from downstairs, her voice cheerful but laced with concern and hesitation.Tristan hesitated, unsure if he was ready to face her. What if she saw the monster he had become? What if she was repulsed by him?But his stomach growled, reminding him that he needed to eat. He took a deep breath and made his way
Laura's eyes gazed out the window, her mind wandering back to the day her life changed forever. She was a nurse, dedicated to her work, but her personal life was a different story. Ten years of marriage, but no children. The pain of barrenness had driven her husband away, into the arms of another woman. The memory still stung, but Laura had long since accepted her fate. Or so she thought.Laura's eyes glazed over, her mind slipping into the past. She was a nurse, working the night shift at a busy hospital. But her mind wasn't on her patients, it was on her own failed dreams."Barren," the doctor's voice echoed in her mind. "I am so sorry, Laura. You will never be able to have children."Ten years of trying, ten years of disappointment. Her husband, John, had grown distant, his eyes wandering to other women."I cannot do this anymore," he said, his voice cold. "I need someone who can give me a family."Laura felt a pang in her chest, a mix of sadness and anger. She thought of all the t
Laura assisted Cathryn as she instructed her when to hold her breath and when to push with all her strength. A makeshift labour room was quickly arranged in the forest with the available materials in her car. Cathryn was alone without any provision for the birth of her baby. Laura knew that the weary woman must have had her own story, just as every other person had their own battles to fight.Cathryn actively gave birth to her child, a baby girl.“Congratulations, it is a girl.” Laura told her. Cathryn smiled and lay down slipping into sleep. She must have been tired as she looked travel weary too. Laura cleaned the baby girl, who was silently sucking on her thumb, in quiet understanding of her mother’s weariness. Putting the wrapped baby in the car, so she could clean up the mother, Laura was surprised when Cathryn started having contractions again. Her eyes wide, Laura peeped under Cathryn and saw another baby’s head coming out! She was having a twin.Delirious with labour, Cathryn