Dawn's heart pounded as she jolted awake from a vivid and unsettling dream. It felt so real, as if she had been transported to a different world. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her hands trembled with a mix of fear and urgency. She knew she had to act upon the vision that had just consumed her sleep.In the dream, Dawn saw a war-ravaged land, engulfed in chaos and destruction. She saw Zelda, her closest friend, holding her precious baby tightly in her arms. But something wasn't right. Dawn sensed danger lurking nearby, threatening the safety of Zelda and her child.With a racing mind, Dawn immediately reached for her phone and dialed Zelda's number. She needed to warn her friend about the impending danger she had witnessed. But her heart sank when she heard the automated message: "The number you have dialed is currently unreachable. Please try again later."Zelda was on an airplane, traveling to a distant city for an important family event. Dawn knew it was crucial to reach her
Late in the depths of night, Chris seized Zelda's infant with an aggressive grip, declaring that the ceremonial proceedings were imperative. Zelda stood stunned, her eyes widening in disbelief and fear as she witnessed the alarming scene unfolding before her. Reacting swiftly to protect her child, she reached for a knife, her hand trembling with a mix of desperation and determination. In a single, decisive motion, Zelda thrust the blade towards Chris, its sharp tip finding its mark.The room was consumed by a sudden silence, broken only by Zelda's labored breathing and the faint sound of the knife clattering onto the floor. Chris, now gasping for air, staggered backward, clutching the wound that had penetrated deep into his side. His eyes flickered with a mix of pain, shock, and betrayal, as the gravity of Zelda's desperate act registered within him.Zelda, holding her baby tightly against her chest, trembled with a potent cocktail of emotions. Fear mingled with relief, anguish with e
I spent years away from my home, I thought being around my other peers would help me stop thinking about Chris. Even though he was my childhood friend I missed him dearly. A trait my mother called weakness. A sight I swore never to show in front of her or anyone else in the Eon pack. Though we were a few, the rules were strict, not following them meant rejection from the others otherwise death. But after a long time of not seeing Chris, I met someone,his name was Miguel Torres. A wealthy billionaire werewolf. He came from the respectable, feared, Torres Fire pack “Mother, father he is here. Zelda’s mate is here.” Said Monica. She is my little sister, I am a year older than her. She has the looks of my mother, blue bulgy eyes and black silky long hair. While I take after my father. Brown eyes and blonde annoying hair that requires constant maintaining. In simple words, it sucks. Picking an outfit was difficult but my mother made things easier by borrowing me her gold and black dress
I walked down the stairs, I could hear my father’s laughter. As miguel made a somewhat joke about his first kill. As I said before, vicious. Killing made a wolf like him excited. It brought him joy, just as it bought my parent’s joy. “Oh here she comes.” Said Louise. Miguel stood up quickly, with his eyes fixed on me. My father seemed proud to see me. While my silly sister clapped her hands excitedly as if she was a five year old. Our guest walked up to me then offered me a seat. “Thanks.” I said. “Your welcome.” “Miguel here was telling us about his first kill. Did you know that he killed his first prey at just three years old of age.” Said Gilbert. “Oh really?” I asked, annoyed. It was obvious that Miguel was only trying to impress my parents. “Believe it or not but I was a killer from my mother’s womb.” Said Miguel, boldly. “You speak as it is a talent.” I said. “I have many talents, killing is just one of my best.” “Ooh.” Monica hissed. “What do you do by pr
Chapter 3When the maid had moved away from me, I sighed in relief. I could not wait any longer. I threw myself on top of the bed. I took a nap for at least 5 minutes before someone knocked on my door. I was irritated as hell. "Oh its you." I said. Miguel smiled. "I just disturbed you, didn't I?" "Kind of." "What can I do to make it up to you?" "Let's see. I don't have any ideas for now." "I have an idea." Miguel walked toward me. My heart pounded fast as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Your hair needs more conditioner." He said. I chuckled. He then stood there with his eyes fixed on me. "Thorne will take you to a beauty parlour tomorrow morning." "Oh. Okay." "If you are feeling hungry, you know who to dial. I will be in my office, working on some paperwork. I'll check on you again later." I nodded. Miguel leaned closer then sniffed me on the neck. "Pink Rose. Is that your favourite odor?" He asked. I blinked twice. "Yes it is." "Do you want to use it forever
The garden was indeed garden like. The trees were tall, daisies as well as orchids were arranged in a diagonal line as if luring one to enter. The more you entered the more the shape changed into a more curved linear shape. It was beautiful. The grass was perfectly trimmed, the colour was a bright green. I saw Miguel sitting on a cherry wood bench. He smiled slightly when he saw me.“I heard you were calling for me.” I said. “Is that your best greeting?” “Oh I am sorry. Hello.” “Hello to you too.”“How are you?” “I am quite well and yourself?” “I am alright, I guess.” “Why do you guess?”“No, its nothing. I just..” Miguel eyed me for a while. “Speak up. I wont kill you.” I chuckled. “Its nothing really.” “You refuse to tell me the entire truth about yourself.” “The is no truth to tell.” “What are you hiding Miss?”“Nothing.” “Alright then. I will trust on your words.” “Please do.”Miguel stood from his chair, then walked up to me. He leaned closer and ran his fingers t
“I am sorry, but can I ask what happened between the two of you. Why did you separate?” “We didn’t plan to. She was supposed to be my forever mate. But unfortunately she died.” “Oh I am really sorry.” “Well. I was always vicious but she had a way into my soul. I mean I was horrible beyond compare. Killing was the only thing I could meditate upon. I was even hired many times to kill politicians for millions of dollars by the state itself.” I was startled. “And Sofia how did she help you become better?” “She loved me unconditionally and I loved her too.” I sighed in relief. The heartless was not completely heartless, I thought. “Then why did you leave her?” “I didn’t. She was taken away from me in cold blood.” I covered my mouth in shock. “Who killed her?” I asked. “She was returning back from work when a group of homeless humans began to harass her on the streets. And when she tried to defend herself they stabbed her to death. She lost her life and I lost my joy." "Is tha
Zelda contemplated paying a visit to Sasha. Her goal was to utilize her residence as a training ground, given its possession of an intricate obstacle course. Thorne started the car, and began to drive the lunar till he arrived at Sasha's mansion. Zelda was stunned at how beautiful and spacious the yard was. Even though it didn't have many plants, it was quite neat. The outdoor pavement was that of sandstone painted in black, the path to the main door was paved with grey marble. "Please call me when you need me to pick you up." Said Thorne. "But what if she is not even at the house?" "Madam Torres is here, she will open the door you'll see." "Will she even like me?" "Who wouldn't like such an angel like you?" Zelda stepped out of the car slowly yet filled with doubt. The main entrance door did open. Thorne waved her goodbye then drove off. The lunar reached the door and didn't even have to knock as the middle aged woman stood there and looked straight at her. "Oh a