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Meanwhile, just at the outskirts of the Pack, in a fairly large area, a generational battle was to begin.The sky soon grew dim as the sun dropped lower, the last sunlight fading behind the tall trees around the large field. The wide field had been cleared long ago for important meetings like carnivals or speeches, but tonight, it was home to two of the biggest entities the Pack had come to know.High above, hidden behind thick clouds, Stephanie circled the area in a black, stylish jet. Its wings cut through the air without making a single sound. The higher she stayed, the safer she was from Blackwood’s sharp senses.“Gabriel, do you read me?” Her voice broke through the communication device in Gabriel's ears, even as her eyes narrowed on the ground below.“I hear you,” Gabriel’s voice answered calmly. He was already positioned on the tower miles away, his sight fixed on the field below, while his breathing slowed. “I’ve got the field in sight. I see everywhere clearly.”Stephanie ex

He walked speedily over to his office, getting out a small piece of paper, perfect for the purpose, and scribbling words on it.The office was quiet, save for the hurried breathing of Jace as he pushed his pen against paper. He bent low, shoulders tense, each word flowing with anger and quiet satisfaction.A letter from the Alpha's office to the owner of Dynasty Gym,This letter is to inform you of your immediate release from the position of the manager of Dynasty Gym, with effect from now, as you read.You are hereby advised to pack and step out of the building as soon as possible to avoid further extensive measures that would be taken if you don't take this seriously. The position of the manager of the gym will be decided by voting from the executives and workers at the gym.This is the word of the Alpha, JaceHe dropped the pen at last, leaning back with a long, heavy sigh. His chest rose and fell slowly as he read the words over again. It was decisive enough.The memory of that d

She froze, finding it hard to turn around again. Her hand still held on to the handle and key, but began to slip, and beads of sweat formed quickly on her forehead, running down her whole body.Eliana couldn’t move, the corridor suddenly felt longer, darker, as though the very walls had shifted against her. The door she had just locked before her seemed to be mocking her, calling her back inside.The voice came again, firmer this time around. “Eliana.”Atleast it wasn’t a male voice, she thought as relief washed over her faintly. If it had been Blackwood, she might have collapsed on the spot.“I’m asking you a question,” the voice said again, sharper now. “Turn around and face me.”Eliana’s throat dried, then she forced herself to swallow a painful gulp before she slowly turned to meet the source of the voice. Her eyes lifted, reluctant and scared.At the end of the corridor stood Mary with her arms folded over her chest, her posture straight and commanding, but it was her face that m

It was far more than what she had expected. Honestly, she couldn’t believe her eyes.Eliana had imagined something dark. She had expected the walls to be covered with strange carvings, symbols of dark magic, maybe even bones or strange materials that spoke of curses and shadows. But this? This was nearly the opposite. Her lips parted in awe as her whisper slipped out again, softer this time, “Wow…”The room was so beautiful. Weird, yes, but beautiful in a way that touched her unexpectedly at her heart. She stepped forward slowly, her feet feeling warm against the thick red mat that stretched across the center of the floor.Everywhere she turned, she saw her face. The woman from the photographs, the woman whose smile had softened Blackwood’s eyes in those sweet moments.The walls were covered with portraits, large, stunning portraits that showed the woman in different poses, different moods, yet each one screamed love. Some showed her laughing, others showed her with her lips curled

She had been weighing her options for over thirty minutes now, and none of them sounded pleasing. Every thought she came up with ended up sounding more foolish than the last. Eliana knew she was running out of time. If she didn’t act soon, she would lose the only chance she had, and worse, she might be caught, and if she were caught, she didn’t need anyone to tell her what to expect.From her hiding spot, she could see Blackwood’s door clearly, and just as clearly, she could see the messenger. The young man moved around, tidying up a few things in front of Blackwood’s room, and dangling from his side was the key.Her eyes lingered on it, her chest tightening. That was what she needed, that small, metallic object was the only way forward, but how was she supposed to get it?She had thought of attacking him, but that was laughable. She could barely run fast or climb a flight of stairs without stopping to catch her breath. To imagine herself attacking a wolf, one who worked so close to

He barely reacted that way to his people, he always had a smile on his face or a laid-back character on his shoulders. This side of Blackwood was one they didn’t know all too well.The messenger scrambled to his feet so quickly that he collided with the edge of the table, and papers shook and fell to the floor. Flustered, he bent to pick it up, set it straight, and then nearly tripped over the chair in his haste to leave. "I'm sorry, my Lord," he muttered under his breath as he set the chair right too, then fled, closing the door behind him with more force than he meant.Silence returned in the large room. Blackwood shook his head slowly, one hand covering part of his face as the pain lingered in his eyes, but anger remained buried inside there too. His voice was barely above a whisper as he muttered, “How much longer can I do this?”As though to answer him, a knock came again. Blackwood exhaled, reluctant, but raised his voice with a low shout, “Come in.”The door opened slowly, an