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The cell was cloaked in darkness, save for the soft glow of the light orb that Mason conjured, casting eerie shadows across the grimy walls. Mason sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, a tray of food balanced on his lap as he faced Desmond, who was still shackled to the wall in his tattered clothes.With a surprisingly gentle touch, Mason reached out and nudged Desmond's shoulder, rousing him from his slumber. "Wake up," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the walls of the cell.Desmond stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he peered blearily at Mason. "What now?" he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep and irritation. Mason observed the man, noting that his complexion wasn't as pallid as before. It was evident that he had been given some food, yet it had done nothing to improve his emaciated appearance.Mason held out the tray of food, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Time to eat," he replied, his tone surprisingly casual given the circumstances
Darius and John set off early, leaving their pack behind as they headed west. John's eyes widened in surprise as they approached a shiny black Land Rover – modern and equipped with all the latest gadgets."Don't look so surprised," Darius said to his mate, a raised eyebrow. "How did you think we moved around?" John flushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I... I guess I didn't really think about it," he admitted. "I just assumed..."Darius chuckled, patting John's hand reassuringly. "We have a garage with cars for pack members who work in towns and for emergencies," he explained. "Plus, we have buses if we need to go and assist another pack. Did you think we lived like non-humans?"John shook his head, feeling a bit sheepish. "No, I guess not. It's just... given our location and everything, it never occurred to me that we were just like any other normal people, just with an added extra."Darius smiled warmly at John's response, starting the engine of the Land Rover as they began their jo
"Tell me, John," Nat asked, his curiosity evident in his gaze, "where do you come from? When did you meet Darius? And what about your lynx?"John's eyes widened in surprise at the questions, his lynx coming forward within him in response to Nat's inquiry. "How—" John began, but before he could finish, Nat smiled knowingly."It's in the eyes," Nat said, a playful glint dancing in his face. "Maybe one day we shall go for a run together, a little challenge perhaps?" he suggested, winking mischievously.The idea of running alongside Nat in his animal form sparked excitement within John, and he nodded eagerly in agreement. He couldn't wait to see Nat's snow leopard form and equally his lynx was ready to take on the feline friend. They strolled through town, engaging in lively conversation as they gradually got to know each other. The setup of the place was very similar to Darius's pack, with a welcoming atmosphere and friendly faces all around.Nat was young and welcoming, with a warm smi
They jumped in the car and began heading home, John felt a sense of nervous anticipation building within him as he tried to break the silence and talk to Darius about his decision. He was about ready to speak when the Alpha spoke up."We're gonna make a little detour. I wanna show you something," Darius said,a note of excitement coloured his words. John's curiosity piqued, and he simply nodded in response. About an hour into their journey, Darius took a sharp turn, veering onto what appeared to be a dirt track. They continued along the bumpy road for about ten minutes until Darius parked on the side."We'll have to continue on foot or shift from here. What do you prefer?" Darius asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.At the mention of shifting, John's lynx surged forward with excitement. Darius chuckled at the change in John's eyes colour and began stripping in front of him. Following suit, John quickly shed his clothes and shifted, his lynx form bounding with energy as they watc
Mason barged into Lex's office without bothering to knock, walking in as if he owned the place. Lex, accustomed to the warlock's brash demeanour, rose from his chair slowly, his movements deliberate and measured.He met Mason's gaze, refusing to be intimidated by the dark aura that surrounded the warlock.Mason's lips curled into a sneer as he addressed Lex, his tone dripping with disdain. "Time to get those losers that you call a pack together and get working," he spat.Lex's jaw clenched at the offensive remark, but he remained composed, his expression unreadable. With a nod, he gestured for Mason to follow him, his silence a subtle acknowledgment of the task at hand.As they walked, a palpable tension hung in the air between them, the nervous energy crackling like electricity between the two. Lex's movements were purposeful, each step a silent declaration of his determination to see their mission through to the end.Mason’s eyes, dark and piercing, bore into Lex's back, a silent re
As Darius and John arrived at the packhouse, they found Prius and Luke awaiting them on the front porch. John couldn't miss the subtle sniff Prius gave the air, nor the knowing smirk that crossed his lips. "Glad to see you made it back," Prius said with a wink, his words causing a blush to creep up John's cheeks. Ignoring the Beta's teasing, Darius draped an arm around John's shoulder and turned to Prius, asking, "Where are the rest of the elite?"Prius responded promptly, "We've been awaiting your return, Alpha. Your timelines weren't exactly clear."Darius nodded, his gaze steady as he addressed Prius. "We're here now. Mind-link everyone for a pack meeting; we have a lot to discuss.""Of course, boss," Prius said quietly behind his Alpha's back. John couldn't help but notice the Beta's mocking salute and muttered remark, which caused him to start giggling.Darius turned to John, raising an eyebrow. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. John simply nodded enthusiastically to avoid furthe
The day of the full moon had arrived, bringing with it a palpable tension that hung heavy in the air. If the predictions held true, Mason and his werewolves would launch their attack today. The uncertainty surrounding the exact timing of the assault only heightened the unease. Moonrise occurred at 21:14, with the peak of the full moon set for 12:48 AM. Would the enemy strike before, during, or after the peak? Without a spy among the enemy pack to help them with such information, there was no way to know for sure. This detail only added to the tension, casting a shadow over their anticipation of what was to come.Darius and John sat in the pack dining hall alongside their comrades. Despite attempts to maintain a façade of normalcy, the tension was evident in the subdued atmosphere. On a typical day when lunch was being served, the room would be bustling with laughter and the playful chaos of children. Darius glanced to his right, where his mate sat. He took in John's profile, his fair
Mason paced back and forth, his keen gaze sweeping over the crowd of shifters gathered before him. Low growls filled the air, a testament to the simmering anger and tension that emanated from the group of rogues standing before him. Their red eyes glinted with defiance, their dirty clothes and unkempt appearances serving as a stark contrast to the more polished warriors of the Feral Glen pack. Turning his attention to Arlo, Mason's expression was unreadable as he addressed him. "You are not as useless as I thought," he remarked with a hint of begrudging respect. "How many do we have now?" Arlo gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin in the presence of the egocentric warlock. "59," he replied tersely, his voice tinged with irritation. "We are still short, but it's all we could do." Mason's lips curled into a smug smile as he dismissed Arlo's concerns with a wave of his hand. "They are more than enough," he declared confidently. "Ruthless and with no care for their pathetic lives