Lunadelephia, a town where hunters and werewolves are sworn enemies, becomes a maze of conflicting loyalties, when Kimberly Silversmith, the destined Leader of the Silversmith Werewolf Hunters, defies the Hunters' Curse. Instead of dying, she survives the fatal bite from a ruthless alpha, Nicholas, and unexpectedly transforms into a werewolf herself. How will her family react when they discover she's become the monster they've hunted and despised all their life? Is Kimberly the true daughter and destined leader of the Silversmiths? What will the Alpha do when he discovers his revenge-driven attempt to murder Kimberly was backfired? As tensions rise and loyalties are tested, Kimberly must decide where her heart truly lies, as it becomes a battleground where love, revenge and redemption collide. A must read!
view more“Jump! Jump! Jump,” they chanted in unison, their voices echoing off the pool deck like a haunting mantra. Madison, the team captain, led the chant with a sinister grin, reveling in Kimberly’s aquaphobia and distress.
Even her mind turned against her, whispering cruel truths to her; “You can't swim, Kimberly. You're a weakling! They will laugh at you. You'll drown!” Her eyes widened, her heart throbbing wickedly against her chest, her grip on the pool railing tightening.
Gripped by anxiety, she slowly stepped away from the pool’s edge, her eyes frantically scanning the dim-lit hall in desperation. That's when she saw it; a bizarre figure lurking at the far end of the pool hall.
Even without her glasses, she could sense its piercing gaze cut through the shadows, boring into her with an unblinking stare.
Kimberly froze, and her panic intensified, paralyzing her with terror. Just then, Madison blurted “Chicken!” and the hall erupted with laughter from her classmates.
Overwhelmed with emotional distress, she covered her ears to block out their jeering, but it was too late. The mockery had become a deafening echo triggering her reflex epilepsy. She fell to the ground and began convulsing uncontrollably.
The pool hall fell silent, with her classmates frozen in confusion. Suddenly, the Coach burst into the hall, shouting Kimberly's name as she rushed to her trembling body.
“We need to get her to the sick bay!” she yelled as she gently but firmly lifted Kimberly's body.
“What's wrong with her?” one student asked.
Madison scorned, “She's faking it, trust me.”
“No! She's having a seizure!” another student cried out, rushing out of the pool, with concern etched on her face.
“Or, she's just seeking attention!” Madison, being the regular insensitive bully that she was, preferred not to take her seriously.
The coach’s face darkened. She turned to Madison, “You're relieved of your position as team captain, effective immediately!”
Madison's smirk faltered as she watched them carry Kimberly out to the sick bay, from where she was taken to the hospital. * * * * * * * Hours later, Kimberly lay on a hospital bed, her hazel-brown eyes, dull and gloomy while her slender body curled up in a gentle arc. She couldn't shake off the fear that still lingered in her heart after the traumatic events from the pool hall.Another public seizure, another furious mother. Her formidable mother, Rebecca Silversmith, had signed her up for swimming classes, in an attempt to get rid of her aquaphobia, because she only saw it as a sign of weakness.
However, Kimberly had defiantly stopped taking her medication, despite knowing the risks, simply because she hated them. But she also did it to spite her mother. For her mother, Kimberly's public seizures merely reflected her as a poor parent who raised a child with fragile health.
Kimberly had her back against Doctor Miranda, her family doctor, who was documenting her health status and medications on her medical chart.
“Don't worry, Your brothers will be here to take you home shortly,” she heard Dr. Miranda say in a warm tone.
“My mother couldn't come?” Kimberly asked softly. Not that she expected otherwise, she knew her mother would rather not miss her so-called business meetings than come pick her up from the hospital.
“No Kim, She sent your brothers instead.” Dr. Miranda replied.
Just then, the ward door opened, and the Silversmith's twin brothers, Clark and Aaron, walked in, ridding the ward of its antiseptic hospital smell, and replacing it with their delicious cologne.
“Hello, Dr. Miranda,” Clark, the elder twin, greeted with his signature charming smile. He walked up to face Kimberly, “hello, princess,” he said, beaming at her. He was always the outgoing and affectionate one, and also Kimberly's favorite.
Aaron, the younger twin, simply nodded curtly at Doctor Miranda and stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, his broad shoulders slightly hunched expressing his stoic and antisocial nature.
Meanwhile, Dr. Miranda’s face flushed with a subtle blush as she heard Clark's pretty voice say her name, but she brushed it off, maintaining her professional composure. Unlike Kimberly, who was unfazed by the presence of her brothers, her eyes gloomy with tears.
“What's happened? What triggered her episodes this time,” Clark asked, his tone deep but laced with concern.
“Emotional distress,” Dr. Miranda responded calmly.
“But that had never happened,” Clark said, puzzled.
“Yes I am aware, this is new,” replied Dr. Miranda.
“Kimberly's reflex epileptic syndrome has now progressed to multisensory epilepsy. By that, I mean reflex epilepsy with multiple triggers. Emotional distress is just one of her multiple triggers, including high-pitched sounds, flashing lights, and even panic attacks. She now has heightened sensitivity to stimuli that previously didn't trigger her seizures.” Dr. Miranda explained, in a calm, professional, and empathetic tone.
Clark exhaled heavily, “Isn't there a permanent cure for it? There has to be something,” he asked, his tone low and somber.
“The only way of managing and treating it remains decreasing her exposure to the triggers and maintaining consistency in taking her medications,” Dr. Miranda knew saying so wasn't helping.
“Surgery is also an option, but then there's no guarantee that it would cure it permanently,” She added, still not helping.
“I have prescribed additional drugs for her. I'll have the nurse get them for you before you leave,” said Dr. Miranda, then turned toward Kimberly. “Kim, if you don't take your medications seriously, your condition could progress to even more severe forms. You have to keep taking them so you can get better and have control over your episodes, okay?”
Kimberly, who had her back against her, did nothing but breathe in response. Her face scrunched with distaste as the thought of taking more medications irked her. In fact, the whole situation irked her.
Kimberly was exhausted from the constant medications, her difficult mother and her sky-high expectations, her insecurities and incapabilities, she hated it all. She began to sob quietly.
“Well, that's all. I’ll have to leave now to go attend to other patients,” said Dr. Miranda.
“Alright. Thank you, Dr Miranda,” Clark said and she smiled briefly at him. Aaron, who had been standing by the door, gave her a tight-lipped smile as she walked past him.After she left the room, Kimberly turned around to face the ceiling, her eyes still gloomy with tears. “Could my life be any more perfect,” she said sarcastically, her voice crackling with emotions.
Aaron finally came closer, reaching out for her hand. His voice, calm and soothing, he said, “It's nothing you can't get through Kim, we got you.”
“If Mother were here, she'd rub it in about how much of a weakling I keep becoming” Kimberly mumbled in between sobs.
“Mother’s opinion means nothing,” Clark smirked, “and she's wrong. You are strong Kimberly, and we all know it, isn't that why we celebrate each of your episodes?” Clark tried to make her feel better.
“Speaking of which, I have a surprise place for us to go celebrate your 61st episode,” he added, his tone cheerful, in an attempt to brighten her mood. It worked. Kimberly forced a smile.
“Okayyy, so where are we going?” Her voice was suddenly giddy with excitement as she wiped her cheeks.
“It's called a surprise for a reason,” Clark teased.
“Fine! Let me quickly dress up, I'll meet you guys outside,” Kimberly said, standing up from the bed to go change out of her hospital gown in the bathroom.
“Okay, lady,” Clark teased again, chuckling. They both left her to get dressed.
After a 20-minute wait, Kimberly still hadn't come out of her ward.
“She's taking too long,” Aaron said and glanced at his watch.
Clark concurred and knocked gently on the door. "Kim, aren't you done yet?” he asked, but he got no response.
Opening the door, he walked into the room, calling out her name.“Kim? You good?” He began to feel uneasy.
“Kimberly!” He called out again and when there was no response, he rushed into the bathroom.
He found it empty with the windows wide open, and the curtain billowing in the wind.
“Aaron!” Clark yelled, his tone laced with urgency.
Aaron burst into the bathroom, his eyes scanning the space.
“She's gone,” Clark stated, as fear and worry enveloped him.
The night of the full moon was ablaze with magic and love. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sky was painted with hues of crimson and gold. It was the perfect night for a wedding, and Kimberly and Nicholas were ready to seal their love forever.Clark, with a warm smile, led Kimberly to the altar, where Nicholas awaited her. The ceremony was a beautiful blend of human and werewolf traditions, with the binding of the treaty being celebrated simultaneously. Aaron stood by Clark's side, a symbol of their newfound peace and unity.As Kimberly and Nicholas exchanged their vows, the full moon rose high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the gathering. The pack, a sea of familiar faces, watched with tears in their eyes as their beloved alpha and luna-to-be promised to love and cherish each other.With a final pronouncement, Kimberly and Nicholas were declared husband and wife. The pack erupted in cheers and applause as the newlyweds shared a tender kiss
Kimberly, still wailing on the ground, caught sight of Nicholas going about his killing spree, now about to kill her brothers, Clark and Aaron. "No!" She screamed, her voice hoarse from crying. "Enough! Please!" She begged, scrambling to her feet and rushing towards Nicholas.Reluctantly, Nicholas turned to look at her, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What's wrong, Kimberly?" he asked, his voice still laced with the fury of his bloodshed."Enough of the killing!" Kimberly pleaded, grabbing his arm and holding him back. "Enough of this unending war, this carnage, and massacre! We've lost so much already!" She looked at Clark and Aaron, her eyes welling up with tears. "My father, Levi... how many more lives must we lose?"Nicholas's expression softened, and he looked at Clark and Aaron, who cowered in fear. "You want me to spare them?" he asked Kimberly.Kimberly nodded vigorously. "Yes, please. I want us to end this war, to find peace. We can't keep living like this, always looking o
Arnold, Rebecca, and Aaron sat huddled and bound together with chains, their eyes fixed on Kimberly, Levi, and Nicholas, who stood before them with the remaining two werewolves. Arnold's gaze darted around the room, his eyes widening in agitation as he realized Clark was missing."Where's Clark?" he demanded, his voice rising. "What have you done to my son?"Kimberly's expression remained calm, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Calm down, Arnold, he's fine. He'll probably join us soon."Arnold's face reddened with anger, he leaned forward saying; "We spoilt you too much, look at you calling me by my first name. Spoilt brat." He spat.Kimberly's eyes sparkled with amusement as she turned her back on them, focusing on Nicholas, who lay injured and breathing heavily on the ground. "Oh, would you rather I called you Father? Daddy? Papa?" She chuckled dryly, her voice laced with mockery.As she tended to Nicholas, her voice softened, and she whispered quietly, "You're okay, you're okay," r
With a sinister sneer, Kimberly raised her hands, and her fingers danced in the air, weaving intricate signs that shimmered with a malevolent glow. Her voice was low and hypnotic, chanting enchanting words in ancient languages that sent shivers down the spines of the Silversmiths. The air seemed to vibrate with dark energy, and the three werewolves within the magical bubbles instantly vanished from sight, leaving the Silversmiths stunned, confused, and disoriented."Just tie them up, I'll let Nicholas decide what to do with them," Kimberly instructed in English, her voice dripping with malice. The Silversmiths exchanged fearful glances, knowing they were being hunted.As the magical bubbles dissipated, the Silversmiths launched a frantic barrage of bullets and arrows, firing wildly into the air. Clark, Arnold, Aaron, and Rebecca unleashed a hail of projectiles, but they kept missing their targets, as if the werewolves were phantoms.Suddenly, Arnold yelped in pain and vanished into th
The hours ticked by quickly as Kimberly meticulously outlined the plan to rescue Nicholas and Levi. Her eyes scanned the room, meeting the gaze of each werewolf as she spoke. "I know the layout of the Silversmith's house," she reminded them. "I was once their captive, and I know exactly where they'll be keeping Nicholas.”The werewolves listened intently, their faces set with determination. They were ready to put an end to the Silversmith hunters once and for all.With the plan in place, the group set out, their movements swift and silent. After a two-hour drive in their various cars, they reach the heart of town, where the Silversmith residence was located. As they approached the Silversmith house, Kimberly's heart pounded in her chest. The moment they stormed the crossed over the fence, the alarm system blared to life, and the sound of gunfire echoed through the air. Men dressed in black, armed with silver arrows and guns, poured out of the house, firing at the werewolves.The batt
What was thought to be a week's training, turned out to be a 72 hours non-stop training for Kimberly. Given her unyielding determination and resolve, she worked so hard until swift transformation became nothing short of remarkable. Under Hannah's guidance, she harnessed and possessed incredible power, her magic growing exponentially with each passing hour with and with each passing practice. Hannah took great delight in teaching Kimberly, who proved to be a fast and eager learner.As the hours turned into days, Kimberly's abilities continued to astound Hannah. She demonstrated a natural affinity for magic, mastering complex spells with ease. Her powers were raw, yet refined, and Hannah found herself intrigued by the depth of Kimberly's potential.Their training sessions were intense, with Kimberly pushing herself to the limit. She practiced tirelessly, honing her skills and perfecting her technique. Hannah watched with pride, knowing that Kimberly was destined for greatness.Finally,
The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and despair. Nicholas and Levi hung limply from the cold stone walls, their bodies battered and bruised. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the very darkness itself was closing in on them.Nicholas's eyes, once filled with an aura that commanded respect, now seemed dull and lifeless. His body was covered in lacerations, his skin torn and bleeding. He could feel a searing pain at two points in his back, it felt like they were two giant needles embedded in his skin. Levi, on the other hand, seemed to be in slightly better shape, but his eyes told a different story. They were sunken, his gaze weary from the pain and exhaustion.The sound of footsteps echoed through the dungeon, growing louder with each passing moment. The atmosphere seemed to grow colder, the air thickening with an ominous presence. Rebecca descended the stairs, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity."Welcome to your
Kimberly's instincts had guided her to Anavrin, a place she had never been before, yet somehow felt an inexplicable connection to. She had left behind the carnage and heartbreak, her mind reeling with questions and emotions. The train ride had been a blur, her thoughts consumed by the events that had transpired.As she stepped off the train and onto the platform, Kimberly felt an eerie sense of familiarity. She followed her instincts, navigating the streets of Anavrin with an uncanny sense of direction. The houses seemed to blend together, yet she knew exactly which path to take.Finally, she arrived at a cozy little cottage, smoke drifting lazily from the chimney. An elderly woman with kind eyes and a friendly smile greeted her at the door. "Welcome, child," she said, her voice so warm. "I've been waiting for you.”“Why?” Kimberly blurted out, her brows furrowed.“My name is Hannah, and I'm your grandmother." She said, her facial expression and stance inviting.Kimberly's eyes widene
The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of aggression. Kimberly's eyes snapped wide, her heart racing as she stood frozen, her gaze locked on the figure beyond Levi's broad shoulders. Levi's hands were splayed, his fingers curled into claws, ready to defend his daughter. "Step away from her, old man," Jack sneered, his voice dripping with malice, narrowing his eyes at Levi.Kimberly's eyes narrowed, her face twisted in a mixture of shock and outrage. "Jack!" she thundered, her voice echoing off the walls. "What do you think you're doing?""We're here to bring you back with us." Jack replied, his expression innocence personified, but Kimberly wasn't buying it. "We're to bring you back to your family, where you belong," he said, his voice smooth as silk."Where I belong?" Kimberly scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea where I belong. Go back and tell Nicholas that I'm done with him. And he should never send more men after me." Her voice was rigid, leavi
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