While Magnus stood in the courtyard with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze swept over the Gamma guards assembled before him. His voice, firm and authoritative, rang out with the weight of his leadership. “The town’s security needs to be tightened. We are vulnerable, and we can’t afford another surprise attack,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “Assign additional guards at every entrance. I want the northern and eastern gates covered at all times. Double the patrols along the borders, and no gaps in shifts.”He paused, pacing before the guards as his thoughts churned. “Each villa of the three packs must be guarded around the clock. I want the Silvercrest Pack’s villa under constant watch. If anything seems off, report it immediately. We can’t let anyone slip through unnoticed.”The Gamma guards nodded, understanding the gravity of the orders. They dispersed quickly, ready to implement the heightened security measures. Magnus stood still for a moment, tension rippled th
Magnus and Lara woke at midnight, just as they had planned. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows on the walls. Despite the quiet, both remained on edge, their senses sharpened and alert for anything unusual. Every creak, every rustle in the air could be a sign of something suspicious.Magnus stood by the window, gazing out into the stillness of the night. The villa was quiet, almost too quiet. Outside, he could see the guards making their rounds, walking the perimeter at regular intervals, their figures disappearing and reappearing in the soft glow of the torches lining the pathways. His eyes scanned the grounds, looking for anything out of place, any movement that seemed out of rhythm with the usual patrols. But for now, everything seemed in order.With a sigh, he turned back to the bed and sat at its edge, the weight of his responsibility heavy on his shoulders. Lara, lying with her back propped up against the pillo
After a long and exhausting day, Lara, feeling drained both physically and emotionally, decided to go to bed earlier than usual, long before the clock struck seven in the evening. The villa was quiet except for the low murmur of voices coming from Magnus’s study, where he and Alex were deep in conversation, discussing crucial matters of business and pack leadership. Magnus leaned forward over the table, brow furrowed as Alex outlined the latest issues, but their discussion was abruptly interrupted by a piercing scream that tore through the silence.Lara’s scream echoed violently through the villa’s halls, sending a wave of dread through Magnus. His heart pounded as he bolted from his chair, sprinting towards the master bedroom without a second thought. Alex, equally alarmed, followed closely behind, both of them filled with a growing sense of panic.Bursting through the door, Magnus found Lara sitting up in bed, her face pale and drenched in sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps."
The test results for the drink came out, showing that it contained no poison. Magnus breathed a sigh of relief, as it had been difficult for him to imprison someone who had faithfully served them for so long. He immediately ordered the Gamma guards to release him from the prison cell, hoping this would ease the growing tension in the pack. Magnus felt a weight lifting off his shoulders, imagining the relief on the face of the imprisoned servant who had been wrongly accused. He wanted to offer a personal apology and assure him that his loyalty was never truly in doubt.However, just as the order was given, one of the Gamma guards burst into the room, his face pale and eyes wide with fear. "Alpha," he stammered, struggling to catch his breath. "The prisoner... he's dead."Magnus froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. "What?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the hall. "How did this happen?"The guard hesitated, clearly shaken. "We found him hanging in his cell, Alpha. It looks li
The situation in Tribiano was growing more dire with each passing day. And the question of who the real traitor was remained unanswered. Magnus and Lara had exhausted nearly every option to save their people, yet hope remained elusive. Desperation had driven them to seek out the Wolf Healer once more, hoping for a solution they might have overlooked.As Magnus brooded over the worsening circumstances, lost in the maze of his thoughts, he felt someone's presence. He turned to see Cyrus, the Wolf Battle Leader, standing behind him. Despite the gravity of their situation, Cyrus's presence was a steadying force."Anything I can do for you, Alpha? I am always at your service," Cyrus said with a respectful bow of his head. His eyes, sharp and unyielding in battle, now held a sincerity that made Magnus feel he could trust this young warrior.Magnus hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Cyrus, can I ask you something?" he began, clearing his throat. "How old are you?""I am 1
"Do you really trust him that much, dude?" Alex's voice suddenly cut through the air from behind Magnus. Startled, Magnus turned to face him, realizing he hadn't even noticed Alex's approach. He had been so consumed by his thoughts and the weight of his decision that everything else had faded into the background."Yes, dude," Magnus replied after a moment of hesitation. He met Alex's gaze directly, his expression resolute. "I saw the sincerity in his eyes. There’s something about Cyrus that feels... genuine. Like he’s driven by a cause greater than himself." He paused, studying Alex’s face. "Why, dude? Have you noticed something suspicious?"Alex exhaled deeply, the kind of sigh that suggested he was wrestling with his own thoughts. "I'm sorry, dude," he began, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "But there was a time... a fleeting moment, really, when I saw something in him. A certain darkness in his eyes. It wasn't like the usual fire or determination we're used to seeing in
Magnus was pacing back and forth on the terrace, the moonlight casting long shadows across his tense form. His thoughts were a whirlwind of worry and anticipation, each step echoing his growing impatience. He kept glancing toward the darkened forest path, silently willing Cyrus and his companions to emerge from the shadows with good news. The Wolf Healer was their last hope, a potential lifeline in their fight against Lord Draven and the queen of darkness, Thana. The silence of the night amplified his anxiety, every rustling leaf making his heart skip a beat.He told Lara to take a rest, convincing her that she needed to conserve her strength for what lay ahead. She had reluctantly agreed, her worry for their son evident in her eyes, but exhaustion had finally overtaken her. Now, Magnus found himself alone with his thoughts, battling the nagging fears that crept into his mind. What if Cyrus couldn't find the Wolf Healer? What if they were too late to save Ethan?His hands clenched int
Lara couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that clung to her, long after she had woken from the nightmare. It wasn't the first time she'd experienced such vivid, haunting dreams. Last time, it had been their son, Ethan, who had appeared in her dream with eyes devoid of warmth, a mere shadow of the boy she loved. He had turned on her in that dream, his innocent face twisted with a malevolent rage as he tried to kill her. The sheer terror of it had left her rattled for days, the image of her own child attacking her burned into her memory. And now, this dream with Cyrus—so disturbingly real, so clear that it was as if she could feel the chill in the air, hear his voice echoing in her ears.Her gaze drifted to Magnus, who had finally fallen asleep beside her. His face, usually so strong and commanding, looked almost peaceful in slumber. Yet, even in his rest, she could see the lines of worry etched into his brow, the exhaustion weighing heavily on him. He was carrying so much—trying to be