In the kitchen, Dimitry and Hazel blended ingredients for cookies, the rhythmic music enhancing the moment's warmth. The melody worked its magic on Hazel, gradually lifting her spirits. Soon, she found herself shaking her head and tapping her feet, reveling in the aromatic creation unfolding in the kitchen."Pass me the chocolate chips," Dimitry requested, seamlessly flowing with the musical rhythm. Flour scattered around the kitchen as their playful mixing escalated into a flour fight, laughter echoing through the mansion for the first time in ages. Intrigued by the newfound joy, Ruben ventured into the kitchen to investigate. Hazel, amidst the floury mess, welcomed him with a grin."Hey, Ruben. Wanna taste our cookies?""Yeah, sure," Ruben agreed."It's in the oven," Dimitry informed a rare smile on his face. "She taught me," he added. It was the first time Dimitry appeared genuinely happy. Hazel's presence seemed to breathe life and liveliness into the once somber atmosphere of the

The eerie silence that followed Hazel's plea was abruptly shattered by a spine-chilling howl, sending shivers down her spine. As she anxiously awaited her fate, the wolf in front of her unexpectedly shifted its attention, its fierce gaze now fixed over her shoulder, gawking an unexpected guest.Turning to look, Hazel was met with another shocking sight. A massive black wolf, majestic and imposing, had emerged from the shadows. Its fur glistened in the moonlight. The ominous darkness that enveloped the night. Without a moment's hesitation, the black wolf charged at the intruder, and a fierce battle erupted. The blow was a chaotic dance of fur, fangs, and snarls. The two wolves wrestled, their movements a blur of primal charge. The black wolf displayed a lethal grace, its killer instinct evident in every calculated strike. Against this formidable opponent, the brown wolf could only accept its forthcoming defeat. It retreated, dashing into the depths of the jungle, conceding to the autho

Silas stepped into the garden first, discovering the trio drenched. Wyatt, deliberately indifferent, played along, emphasizing his apparent disregard for Hazel. Smiling, she gathered their belongings and headed inside."Having a good time with our Alpha?" Silas inquired, grinning."Oh, no, not with him. Dimitry and I went for a picnic," Hazel replied, her dress clinging to her and wet hair framing her face. Silas glanced at Wyatt, who was engaged with Dimitry. Hazel's response seemed to please him."Don't be upset. I'm sure he likes you.” Silas complimented, "You're so beautiful," his eyes paused on her soaked dress, accentuating her alluring curves and the valley between her breasts. Mrs. Cox brought towels for them. As Hazel reached for one, Silas swiftly intercepted it."Oh, let me help you. Gosh, you are soaked," he insisted, guiding her to a chair and taking charge of drying her hair."I can do it," Hazel offered, but Silas remained stubborn. He intentionally wiped her neck and s

Hazel felt a growing confusion as the three of them returned home. She stood at a corner and observed the commotion between Ruben, Wyatt, and Silas. Wyatt hadn't said a word to her about where he was going or when he would be back."Are there any signs of rogues performing this act?" Wyatt questioned, locking his gaze on Silas."No."What was Silas talking about? Didn't Wyatt kill the six men who came to harm her? Were those people merchants or rogues, as Dimitry had mentioned earlier? She wanted to ask, but looking at the serious atmosphere, she hesitated, afraid of making Wyatt angry. Wyatt loaded a gun on his belt, and as his gaze met Hazel's face, her mind raced with questions. Was he going somewhere? Was he planning to kill someone today?"It could be dangerous, Wyatt. We have to be careful. Last time, they attacked you in the very same place, and now they killed the merchants," Silas warned, his voice carrying a note of caution.Wyatt hadn't given her any information about where

The absence screamed betrayal, and Wyatt's anger burned hot within him, uncertainty biting at his thoughts. Hazel's defiance, running from his mansion, took him by surprise. He threw her journal across the room in frustration."Wyatt, calm down. There must be a reason for this. She wouldn't act without cause," Ruben tried to reason, but Wyatt's anger clouded his judgment."Take her scent and lead the way," Wyatt commanded, his tone unyielding. Ruben, without a word, started to track her scent, leading them to the pottery house."She ran through the woods," Ruben reported. Wyatt's hand clenched into a fist. The recklessness of Hazel's actions, knowing that rogues lurked nearby, fueled his frustration."How long has she been here?" Wyatt questioned Miss Antonio, seeking every detail."How long do you think it'll take for her to reach the highway through the woods?" Wyatt questioned, impatience seeping into his tone.Ruben considered the route, responding, "It's a longer path. I estimate