Cadel's POV:As I released Arnold, the metallic clinks of the chains echoed in the dungeon. The weight of the decision settled on my shoulders. Arnold stood there, no longer restrained, his gaze unwavering. The atmosphere in the dungeon shifted, and a quiet anticipation settled in."Arnold," I began, my voice carrying a mix of determination and uncertainty, "you're free to eat, walk, and do whatever you want around the premises. But make no mistake, any attempt to escape would cost you your life."Arnold, though no longer bound, remained defiant. "Still threatening my life, I see."“Are you insane?” Cameroon asked, stepping forward. “You should be grateful that my brother has the decency to treat you with respect and set you free.”Arnold scoffed. “Sure, thank you. I guess I better spend my last day enjoying my freedom, for my death awaits me tomorrow. But know this, your cycle of vengeance won't end with my death."Cameroon shot me a thoughtful look, his eyes hinting at agreement wit
Anna's POV:I could feel my heart racing in sync with the intense scenes unfolding on the TV, sharing the gripping Detective Jimson drama with Natasha. Suddenly, a knock on the front door shattered my concentration. Neither of us budged to respond, our reluctance palpable. My gaze stayed fixed on the TV, and then the knock echoed again, more forceful and persistent. Cursing at the unwelcome interruption, I groaned, pondering who could disturb us at such a late hour. The boys wouldn't bother with a knock.With an hesitant sigh, I rose to open the door, finding a man flanked by two guards. "Apologies for the intrusion, ma'am. Alphas Cadel and Cameroon requested us to deliver the prisoner to their sister," one guard explained."I'm Arnold," the man in the middle of the guards introduced himself with an uneasy smile.Though familiar with Arnold's name, I questioned his presence here instead of the dungeon. Trusting Cadel and Cameroon's judgment, I anticipated learning the reason behind th
Cameroon’s POV:The moon's gentle radiance guided us, casting a silvery hue. The scent of damp earth surrounded us as we neared the dungeon, creating a musty aroma. Gravel crunched beneath our steps. In the distance, wolf howls echoed through the night.Turning left, the dungeon emerged, its iron doors sealed, guarded by four gatekeepers. Dim lanterns flickered, casting an eerie glow on the entrance and corridor leading to the cells. The air grew heavier, laden with foreboding. As we arrived, the gatekeepers saluted, fists to chests, and firm stomps echoed. Their eyes glinted in the lantern light.Nicole waited at the threshold, eyes reflecting curiosity and concern. In the muted light, her features softened, yet the tension in her stance hinted at seriousness."Cameroon, Cadel," she began, gaze shifting, "why did Arnold end up at the house instead of the dungeon? What's going on?""Relax, there's a purpose," I replied. "Arnold's not the enemy; we've decided to treat him better. We're
Carson's POV:Firstly, I want to make it clear that I didn't appreciate Anna entering the room and engaging in conversation with that mother fucker. It bothered me deeply that she was being cordial to someone I considered an enemy.But what could I do? It's not like my brothers would watch me impose my feelings on her, making it challenging to dictate her actions. That was the problem when you and your brothers agreed to share one mate, there was no complete authority. I knew it was always going to be a problem for me not having complete control over Anna, which was why I wanted to suggest a fighting competition and whoever emerged victorious would have her all to himself. My wolf had vehemently disagreed, sensing that I would be defeated. "Anna, could you ask Arnold to join us?" I overheard Cadel, and my attention heightened instantly."Anna, I seriously prefer you not going into his room," I countered. "Since it was your idea to have him here, Cadel, why don't you call her yourse
Anna's POVThe next day started quietly at the packhouse after all the chaos from yesterday. Carson hadn't returned home last night after the fight, although he did see us when we were taking Arnold back to the dungeon. I was both annoyed and worried about him.As I walked around, people whispered and gave me strange looks, as if I had something to do with what happened last night. Maybe I did, I thought. If I hadn't talked to Arnold, maybe Carson wouldn't have been so angry.Carson's argument caused problems, and everyone in the pack seemed uneasy. They whispered and looked at us with suspicion. It's understandable; what happened the day before shook our group.Cadel, who usually tries to keep things calm, acted like everything was normal, but you could tell from people's faces that there was a problem between the alpha brothers.Nicole also looked worried, dealing with the aftermath of Carson's behavior.In an effort to bring back a sense of normalcy, Cadel called for a pack meeting
Cadel's POV:The tension in the dungeon was clear as day as Carson extended his claws, a warning to the elder, Ross. I stepped forward, attempting to diffuse the situation."Carson, we need him to report back to Zeus," I stated firmly, gesturing for him to retract his claws.Carson hesitated for a moment before retracting his claws. The guards restrained Ross, preventing any further attempts to resist. "Now, let's proceed with our plan. Arnold, your father's unwillingness to surrender has left us with no option," I explained, keeping my tone steady.Arnold sighed, seemingly resigned to his fate. "Are you trying to talk me into my death? Just get it over with.""In about a minute," I assured him.Cameroon chimed in, "Your father pushed us to this point. We aimed to avoid bloodshed, but if your death is the only way to grab his attention, then so be it."A guard opened the cell, retrieved Arnold, and we moved outside the dungeon. Carson proposed, "Let's not make it dull—give him a fig
Cameroon’s POV:The training ground churned with dust as all the able bodied male werewolves in our pack clashed in an intense battle. My gaze fixed on Lucas, who skillfully seized a werewolf attempting a sneak attack, throttling him before slamming him to the ground. I couldn't help but offer a slow, appreciative clap."Impressive," I remarked, removing my shirt. "Now, let's see how you fare against me.”Lucas grinned, his eyes glinting with confidence. "You're on, Alpha Cam," he replied, readying himself for our impending clash.As we circled each other, the tension in the air flared up with anticipation. The sounds of growls and snarls from the ongoing werewolf skirmishes provided a rhythmic backdrop to our impending duel.In a synchronized nod, Lucas and I surged forward, the air alive with the impact of fists meeting flesh. His jab feigned left, then shot upward, crashing into my chin with a resounding thud. I countered, unleashing a powerful blow to his stomach in response. With
Carson's POV:After a tough training session, everyone went to bed tired, but I couldn't sleep. I slipped out unnoticed and broke into a run to the forest where I shifted into my wolf form. The moon casted a silvery glow lighting up the path but the tall trees and shrubs dimmed its intensity for brightness. My wolf has been warning me that something bad was about to happen, maybe linked to the upcoming war. It didn't make sense, though, since everyone knew about the war. My wolf instincts kept tingling, making me wonder what could possibly be wrong.Though I staged a convincing display for my siblings, aligning myself with their plan on how to handle Arnold, my distrust of him remained steadfast. Nothing could sway my conviction against placing trust in Arnold. All that talk about peace and breaking the cycle of violence was just a game. Letting himself get beaten up was an even bigger trick. Arnold must be planning something, something that will surprise everyone. But not me—I'm watc