Jessica was not really herself. The sudden burst of power she experienced was even far beyond her comprehension. She was dazed and confused and most importantly, she was powerful. Jessica had single-handedly killed all the pack guards left behind by Alpha Landon and that was not all, she was advancing on her friend with murderous intent."Jessica!" Vicky called out desperately, kicking against the chains that bound her. "Jessica... Hey... Snap out of it girl. It's me." Vicky said frantically hoping that Jessica would come to her senses but Jessica just kept coming with a stary and dazed look in her eyes. Vicky was trapped.She tried with all her might to turn, to transform into her wolf but the sedatives that were given by their captors rendered her too weak to transform. How Jessica was able to overcome the effects of the sedatives was a complete mystery to Vicky. Try as much as she could, Vicky could not transform and the chains that held her only seemed to grow heavier.Jessica fin

The rage in Alpha Landon's chest was a molten inferno, a beast awakened and roaring for vengeance. His eyes, usually a cool sapphire, were now dark, burning with the heat of betrayal. As he watched the figures of Draven, Asher, and Sebastian melt into the forest, a sensation of ice replaced the fire, a cold, visceral dread that gnawed at his very core. The girls were gone, Vicky and Jessica, his prized possessions, his leverage, stolen from his grasp.His fists clenched, his knuckles white with the force of his fury. He turned, a hulking silhouette against the moonlit backdrop of the towering pines that guarded his sprawling estate, and marched towards his study. Each step he took was a thunderous echo of his anger, the floorboards groaning under his weight. The air around him crackled with the intensity of his emotions, as if the very forest held its breath, sensing the storm brewing within him.He threw open the heavy wooden door to his study, a sanctuary crafted in dark wood and le

CHAPTER 85The rage, the blinding and consuming fury had ebbed away leaving behind a vast and empty space where it once raged. Now, in the stillness of the study, Alpha Landon was left with a chilling reality. His hands, still trembling, were stained red, and a horrifyingly familiar scent lingered in the air, the metallic tang of blood.Landon's gaze fell on the body sprawled on the plush rug, the face contorted in a grotesque mask of pain. Leo Madison, Zoe's father, his father-in-law, a man he had once considered an ally. Now, he was nothing more than a corpse.Panic cold and sharp pierced through the fog of his lingering anger. He was lost, adrift in a sea of fear and confusion. He had crossed a line, a line that couldn't be unseen, couldn't be undone. He had to get out of here, to escape the suffocating weight of his crime.Landon tiptoed out of the study, his heart pounding like a runaway drum. He navigated the silent corridors of his sprawling manor, his movements furtive, his ga

The air in the meeting room was thick with the scent of tension. The Moon Shadow Pack cabinet members, usually bustling with confident chatter, sat stiffly, their usual expressions of power replaced by uneasy apprehension. Their eyes, drawn to the head of the table, darted back and forth as if they couldn't believe the sight before them.Zoe Madison sat on the Alpha's chair, a stark silhouette against the mahogany wood, her hair which was usually pulled back in a neat braid, cascading down her shoulders and framing her face like a silver halo. A single tear glistened on her cheek.The chair, a symbol of power that had belonged to her husband, Alpha Landon, felt alien beneath her. Yet, there she was, a woman draped in grief, her eyes shimmering with a fiery resolve. "I've called this meeting." her voice, though strained, resonated with a newfound power, "for matters that are urgent and grave." She said.A wave of whispers rippled through the room, punctuated by nervous coughs. The cabi

The howling wind whipped through the ancient oaks that bordered the clearing, their branches swaying like skeletal fingers against the darkening sky. Inside the large, moss-covered longhouse, a tension thicker than the smoke curling from the hearth hung in the air. Alpha Logan, his face etched with worry, sat at the head of the long oak table, his gaze flitting between the council members and the five figures seated opposite him. Draven, his silver hair a stark contrast against the dark clothes he wore, sat rigidly, his hands clenched into fists. Beside him, Jessica, her hair ablaze in the firelight, met Logan’s gaze with a defiance that flickered with a hint of fear. Sebastian, his weathered face etched with lines of worry, sat beside Jessica, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. Vicky, her vibrant green eyes alert, watched Logan with a fierce protectiveness, while Asher, Draven’s beta, leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, his face a mask of stoic calm.The council member