The moon shone brightly as Lola moved cautiously through the pack grounds, her senses sharp, alert for any hint of danger. Beside her, Jessica muttered, “I thought tonight was supposed to be quiet. The vampires are gone, and yet there’s this… tension.”
Just as Lola was about to respond, a low growl echoed from the treeline. Shadows moved between the trees, their figures massive, unmistakably lycan and werewolf forms.
“Jessica, get back!” Lola warned, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jessica’s eyes widened as she spotted the creatures. “Lola, those aren’t just werewolves.”
In a flash, the lycans charged toward them, their massive bodies tearing through the underbrush. They moved with terrifying speed, but something else was there – another presence lurking in the shadows. A second later, a group of witches, led by Tom, stepped out from behind the trees.
“Did you really think you were safe?” Tom sneered, his eyes dark with malice as he watched Lola and Jessica back away. “I told you, I always come back for what’s mine.”
Jessica gritted her teeth. “Stay away from us, Tom. We’re under Alpha Mike’s protection.”
Tom laughed, a sound that sent chills through the air. “Mike can’t protect you now. Not from us.”
The lycans lunged forward, their claws gleaming under the moonlight. Lola grabbed Jessica’s arm, dragging her back toward the packhouse as quickly as she could. They needed to warn the others, to call for backup.
“Run, Jessica!” Lola shouted as she took a stand, holding her ground between the packhouse and the attackers. Jessica sprinted inside, shouting for help as Lola faced the charging lycans and Tom’s witches alone.
Within seconds, Mike emerged from the packhouse, his face hardened with determination. “Get away from her, Tom,” he growled, positioning himself beside Lola.
Tom grinned, tilting his head mockingly. “Or what, Alpha? You’re outnumbered, and we both know it.”
Mike smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
A fierce battle erupted. The lycans attacked with ferocity, their claws slashing through the air. Mike shifted, his movements swift and precise, striking at their weak points. Lola dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding their attacks as she tried to help Mike hold them back.
Amid the chaos, Jessica reappeared with other pack members, weapons drawn and ready. They joined the fight, their strength bolstering Lola’s resolve. But the witches, chanting spells, flung dark energy across the battlefield, forcing the pack to split their focus.
Lola focused on Tom, who watched the fight with a twisted smile, clearly enjoying the chaos he’d caused. Gritting her teeth, she lunged at him, aiming a strike at his chest. He sidestepped, laughing as he taunted her.
“Is this the best you’ve got?” Tom sneered, his hand glowing with dark energy.
Lola dodged as he threw the energy toward her, the impact sending her stumbling backward. She steadied herself, eyes narrowing as she prepared to strike again.
“Tom!” Mike’s voice boomed over the battlefield as he charged toward him, tackling him to the ground. “This ends now.”
They grappled fiercely, each one landing brutal blows. Lola joined in, kicking Tom as he tried to stand. “You’re not getting away this time,” she spat, her voice filled with conviction.
Around them, the pack was gaining ground. One by one, the lycans and witches fell, outmatched by the fierce wolves of Tamsin. Tom, seeing his forces dwindling, growled in frustration.
“This isn’t over,” he snarled as he struggled against Mike’s grip.
“On the contrary,” Mike replied, his voice steady and cold. He slammed Tom down with a final blow, rendering him unconscious.
Breathing heavily, Lola stood beside him, surveying the battlefield as the remaining enemies retreated into the shadows.
“We did it,” Jessica whispered, joining them. “They’re gone.”
Mike looked at Lola, pride evident in his gaze. “You fought well, Lola. You’ve proven yourself time and again.”
She met his eyes, feeling a surge of belonging. “I couldn’t have done it without all of you.”
As they made their way back to the packhouse, the night seemed calmer, safer. But Lola knew that this was only the beginning of the battles they would face together.
Tom was captured , and imprisoned by the packs guarding the prisoners. They are the omega's, they are strong, powerful and highly, nothing could ever stop them no matter how hard it is.
But this time around, when fate has a way to go or choose, there's nothing that will change such fate.
Tom used his dark energy and cast spell, to the three omegas guardian his, they want to alarm, Mike and Lola , but it was too late, he froze everyone, with his spell and he growl so loudly in anger and furiously, immediately he dispersed into thin air.
The packhouse was quiet, but it didn’t feel peaceful. The fight at the ruins was over, but the threat wasn’t gone. Alaric’s presence still hung over us like a dark cloud. No one said it out loud, but we all knew he was planning his next move. I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything that had happened.Mike’s door was slightly open, and warm light spilled into the hallway. I paused, wondering if I should leave him alone. Before I could decide, his voice called out. “Lola?” I pushed the door open. “Hey,” I said softly. “Couldn’t sleep.” Mike was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees. His hair was messy, and his eyes looked tired. “Me neither,” he admitted. “Too much going on in my head.” I walked over and sat beside him. “Do you think Alaric will come back soon?” Mike’s jaw tightened. “He will,” he said firmly. “But so will we. We’ll be ready.” I nodded, though unease still lingered in my chest. “I just wish things could go back
The packhouse was quiet, but the heavy air was filled with tension. After sealing the gateway, everyone was tired, but sleep didn’t come easy. I sat near the window, looking out at the dark forest. The ruins might be safe for now, but Alaric’s threat still hung over us like a storm cloud. Footsteps echoed behind me. Mike’s steady voice broke the silence. "You can’t sleep, can you?" I shook my head. "Too much going on in my mind." He came closer and stood beside me. "We made progress today. We sealed the gateway." "For now," I said softly. "Alaric isn’t finished. I saw it in his eyes. He’ll come back." Mike’s jaw clenched. "Then we’ll be ready for him." I sighed. "But what if we aren’t ready?" Mike reached for my hand, his touch warm and steady. "We’ll be ready," he promised. Before I could respond, there was a loud knock on the door. Zara’s voice came through. "Lola, Mike. Come quickly. You need to see this." Mike and I exchanged worried looks before heading to the d
The night stretched long and heavy, every shadow outside the packhouse feeling thicker than before. Alaric’s presence lingered in my thoughts, a reminder that danger was closer than ever. I sat by the window, watching the trees sway in the faint breeze, the eerie stillness unsettling in a way that made my skin prickle. Mike stood by the door, his arms crossed, his eyes locked on the darkness outside. "He’s watching," he said quietly. "I can feel it." Zara, sitting on the couch with her knees drawn up to her chest, nodded. "He doesn’t seem like the type to walk away that easily." I exhaled slowly, pushing away the tension creeping up my spine. "We can’t let him control the narrative. We have to get ahead of him before he finds a way to use the ruins against us." Dorian, who had remained quiet most of the evening, finally spoke. "Alaric doesn’t just manipulate power. He manipulates people. He knows how to twist thoughts, how to sow doubt. If you let him get too close, he’ll turn
The ruins stood silent in the aftermath of our confessions, their glow fading but still pulsing with an unsettling energy. The air around us carried an oppressive weight, as if the stones themselves were holding their breath, waiting. "We did what it wanted," Zara said, her voice low, cautious. "So why doesn't it feel like enough?" Mike rubbed the back of his neck, his expression tense. "Because it's not. This is just the beginning." Dorian stepped closer, his presence like a shadow creeping in from the edges. "The ruins have acknowledged your fears, but acknowledgment isn't action. You need to be ready for what comes next." Marcus scoffed, crossing his arms. "And what exactly is coming next, Dorian? More riddles?" Dorian's lips curled into an unsettling smirk. "Not riddles, Marcus. Consequences." A sharp gust of wind swept through the clearing, rustling the trees in a way that set every nerve in my body on edge. It wasn’t natural. It felt... purposeful. Then I heard it.
The ruins stood before us, shrouded in an eerie stillness that sent a shiver down my spine. The air was thick, heavy with something unspoken, something ancient. I could see the faint glow of the markings carved into the stones—symbols that seemed to pulse with an energy that made my skin crawl. Mike stood beside me, his jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the area with sharp focus. "It's different," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Zara crouched down, tracing a symbol with her fingers, her brows furrowed in concentration. "They've shifted," she said. "These weren’t like this before. It’s almost like... they're reacting to something." Dorian stood a few feet away, observing us with his usual detached expression. "The ruins are alive," he said calmly, as if stating a fact we should already know. "They respond to the balance between realms. And right now, that balance is crumbling." I swallowed hard, my gaze locked onto the strange patterns carved into the stone. "What
The weight of Dorian’s words hung over the packhouse like an invisible storm cloud, thick and suffocating. The murmurs of the pack barely registered in my mind as I stood by the window, staring out into the darkened forest. Somewhere out there, beyond the trees and the shadows, the source loomed, waiting. Mike’s presence was a steady warmth behind me, his fingers grazing my shoulder. “You’ve been quiet,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear. I let out a slow breath, leaning against him. “I’m just… trying to make sense of it all. The sacrifice he mentioned… what if it’s something we can’t afford to give?” Mike’s grip tightened, grounding me. “We’ll figure it out, Lola. We always do.” But I wasn’t so sure this time. This wasn’t just a rogue enemy or an invading force. This was something beyond us—something ancient and unrelenting. The idea of a ‘sacrifice’ gnawed at me, filling my chest with unease. A knock on the door interrupted our moment. Zara stepped i