Chapter 11Xander's povThe next day, every single warrior of mine made their way to the said location. The lead they got happened to be a pack that was rumored to be jealous of my pack. Storm pack was one pack I had never stepped my feet into for one day. The werewolves of the pack come into my pack though but it was just a few of them. What could Leila be doing at Storm Pack? I couldn't help but ask myself. But then there was no time to waste so I followed them secretly as they set out. I trusted Romero. I just don't trust the said location.I followed them all the way to the pack. It was more of a wilderness. In the unyielding wilderness, amidst towering trees and treacherous ravines, my warriors paused as they looked through every hook and cranny almost in silence.At some point, I looked and studied the whole area. I then realized we hadn't gotten to Storm Pack so I kept following them.I stopped at the center of some plants in trees when I felt someone at my back. I guess whoe

Chapter 13Xander's pov"only Leila can bring peace to this pack," I replied to him.****Romero's povBlack pool pack of werewolves yearned for a change of a representative. They had grown weary of the interminable waiting for a Leila to grace their presence. With determination coursing through their veins, they resolved to take matters into their own paws and compose a petition to convey their pressing concerns to my Alpha.The process of crafting the petition was going to be an arduous one. I thought the moment I found out. Under the guidance of Lycan, one of the wisest and most experienced members of the pack, they gathered in a secluded clearing beneath the watchful gleam of the cloud.Lycan, his silver fur glimmering under the daylight, addressed the assembled wolves with a solemn voice. "My fellow wolves, we have endured this interminable delay with patience, but our patience has reached its limit. We must now take a bolder step to assert our voices but this will only work if y

Chapter 15Xander's povShe was a mighty woman. If there was bad luck, she would be sure to evade it.I then thought of Carlson. The last time I visited, I could still sense the loyalty in him. I was then convinced that he had nothing to do with Leila's disappearance."Release him!" I said as I communicated through the mind link. I then made my way to the Red Den.On getting there, Romero and some special guards were at the gate already waiting for me. I opened it and they followed me in.****Carlson's povThe iron bars of the red cage rattled as my alpha pushed them open. The air outside was thick with the musk of the pack and the damp smell of the approaching storm. I stepped out, the sun warm against my fur, but the warmth was a poor substitute for the comfort I once felt in the pack's embrace. The cage, my prison for a fortnight, had been a constant reminder of my folly, my humiliation. I had been one of the pack's champions, one of the strongest, one of the most feared. Now, I w

The path ahead was long and dangerous, but I would face it. I would find Leila, and then, with a heart full of relief, I would finally turn my attention to Amelia, my wayward daughter. Amelia was the one who always found her way back home every single time. Only the moon goddess knows where she always came back from. I knew, deep down, that she would be alright, but the frustration and the gnawing worry would not leave me until I found her, until she was safely tucked in her bed, the scent of lavender soap filling the air around her.****Xander's povThe air hung heavy, thick with the humid scent of honeysuckle and the approaching dawn. I sat on the edge of the pool, my bare feet sinking into the cool, slick tiles. The water, still and reflective, mirrored the luminescent glow of the moon, a silver disc hanging low in the sky. Liela's father, the esteemed beta of my pack, was out there, prowling the moonlit woods, searching for Leila. But I knew he wouldn't find her by just moving ar

Xander povMy voice, filled with honest anger, resonated with power, sending shivers down the spines of those who heard me. The pack, sensing my determination, responded with a resounding roar of agreement. They were ready to follow their leader, to fight for their territory, for their pack, for me, their alpha.The night air crackled with anticipation, the scent of danger mingling with the scent of the pack's collective determination.The rival pack, calling themselves The Shadow pack, had dared to challenge my dominion over the territory. Their message was simple: yield, or be defeated. For me, this wasn't just about territory. It was about respect, about proving my pack's strength, about reaffirming my role as Alpha. I wouldn't back down."The Shadow pack awaits," I barked, my voice a deep rumble that resonated through the forest. "they wait for us to fight on their terms. But we are the black pool. We do not succumb to intimidation.'A chorus of growls echoed back, each wolf's eye