Fidelis was furious as he stormed the alpha's chamber that morning. He wasn't going to just lie low because Alicia had reminded him how brutal Lord Loc was. He had messed with his sister, and he was going to make him pay for it."Get them!," he yelled, as he demanded that Lord Loc's men be arrested and brought before him.Hunter, who had woken up to the sound of his command, tried to put up a resistance, but he was overwhelmed by Fidelis' men. They outnumbered him and his companions, and they fought with savage ferocity. Hunter felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as one of them hit him with a sharp object, drawing blood. He swung his claws at another, but missed. He was tackled to the ground by two more, who pinned him down and snarled at him."Kneel!," Fidelis commanded him, as he stood over him with a triumphant smirk. He wanted to humiliate him and make him submit to his authority. He wanted to show him he was not one to be scared of Lord Loc."You will pay for this, I swear," Hunter
It was a rainy morning, and the guards of Lord Zack's camp were on high alert. They had been on the lookout for Thomas and ‘his gang of rebels,’ as Lord Zack referred to them. Worried that they would attack them anytime, he had stationed his guards at the outskirt of the pack's camp.“Bring them to me, dead or alive. I don't fucking care how you do it,” he had instructed them.That morning, as they had become accustomed to since he escaped, the guards scanned the horizon, looking for any signs of movement. They were armed with silver bullets and crossbows, ready to shoot at anything that moved. Suddenly, they saw a figure emerging from the mist, walking slowly towards them. They raised their weapons, and their leader shouted, "Who are you? Identify yourself!"The figure came closer, and they recognized him. It was Thomas, the ‘rebel’ leader. He was alone, and unarmed. He looked tired and wounded, his clothes torn and bloody. He had a bandage around his head, covering one of his eyes.
Tom tossed and turned in his sleep, his face contorted with fear and pain. He was trapped in a nightmare that haunted him that night; a nightmare that he wished he could forget, but could never escape.He saw his sister, Ariana, hanging on a wooden stake, her hands and feet bound with iron chains. She was pale and weak, blood dripping from her wounds. She looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to save her. But he was powerless, unable to move or speak.And then, he saw Lord Zack standing in front of her, holding a silver dagger. He wore a dark cloak that covered his body, hiding his wolf form. He smiled wickedly, showing his sharp fangs."Hello, Philip," he said as soon as he saw him, his voice cold and mocking. "Did you miss me? You should come join the party,” he beckoned on him.Tom felt a surge of anger and hatred, but also fear and guilt. He was scared that he would hurt Ariana if he did nothing about it. He had to react, and react swiftly."Let her go, you monster!" he sh
The atmosphere at the safe house was heavy with emotions as Thomas and Ariana returned, their arrival bringing a sense of both relief and trepidation. The trio of Frederick, Catherine, and Thomas reunited, their embrace exuding a mixture of love, relief, and determination. Their shared warmth and affection for one another formed a protective shield against the impending danger that lurked in their world.As they held each other tightly, Thomas whispered words of courage and determination to his companions, reminding them of their unwavering bond and the strength they possessed as a united force. Their eyes, shimmering with a combination of tears and resolve, reflected the unwavering determination to fight for what they held dear.“I feared the worst,” Frederick said, as he held on to Ariana. Turning to Thomas, he said, “You have proven yourself worthy of my trust. Thank you. I owe you one”“You owe me nothing,” he just said. “Everything I have done is nothing compared to the evil my h
Death's Day!"Damon! Run!," someone said to him, sounding very frantic.As the sun began to rise, casting a soft golden glow across the landscape, the world awakened to the tranquil beauty of a cool morning in the heart of the werewolf's territory. The air carried a slight chill, causing one's breath to form gentle clouds as he exhaled.The mist hung low, draping the forest in an ethereal veil. It danced among the ancient trees, graciously swirling and twirling around the gnarled branches. The delicate morning dew clung to the leaves, glimmering like a thousand tiny diamonds, adding a touch of enchantment to the atmosphere.The sky above was painted in hues of pale blue, adorned with wisps of pink and orange as the sun made its ascent.Through the forest, gentle gusts of winds rustled the leaves, creating a soothing melody. The scent of damp earth mingled with the sweet fragrance of blooming wildflowers, infusing the air with a crisp and invigorating freshness. The melodious songs of
No time to die!"Run! Damon!," he heard the voice again."Father!," he said, as he struggled to see through the darkness, the pushing and shoving, as the people scampered for safety against the enemy.Just then, the power was restored, causing everyone to stand still, as they saw for the first time who the enemy was."Father!," Damon said again, shocked at the sight. Standing behind his father, Grace and Sophia were three men who had the appearance of the devil, each placing a sword to the throat of the victim they had in their custody. He looked around to see clearly what had happened. Just as the nightmare, nothing was different. The blood of those he loved flowed to his path, with those still alive barely able to muster strength to fight back. Jack was dead, with his throat slit. He couldn't find Emily, but he was certain she, too, had suffered the same fate. "Who are you!? What do you want from us!?," he fumed at the attackers. He tried to fight back, but he was clearly too outnum
It was a beautiful morning, even though the events of the past night made one question this writer. The sun had come out for work earlier than usual, shining so brightly, as if it was a typical Christmas morning. The birds, not left out, kept on chirping, as if they had a glimpse of what was to come. The sky was a clear blue, the color more overwhelming than that worn by the blues of London. The air, as always had been, was crisp and fresh. Everything seemed to point to a day whose story would be told with care and time.Damon had woken up to the sound of birds singing and the gentle breeze blowing through his hair. Those songs reminded him of Grace."Sometimes I wonder if we really do have the same blood flowing through our veins," he had sarcastically said to her, laughing. "I don't understand why you sing like the angels, yet I don't, not even if I had to save my life by singing.""Come on, Damon, we all have got our strength. Like you, I would love to play the keyboard so effortle
"I have made up my mind, Alicia. We need to get rid of that stranger. I believe he is a spy from another pack, and he's here to sabotage us," Lord Cage said to her. He had sent Alicia to go check on him at the cell earlier. "Find out who he is and who he works for," he had instructed her.She had returned looking less suspicious about him. "I don't think he is someone we should be worried about, father," she had said to him. Even though she was not completely convinced about that, she felt he was just a harmless prisoner, a victim of circumstance. Somehow, she felt connected to his story without even knowing what it was."Did you find out from him?," he had asked her, surprised that she had been too quick to judge him in such a manner."No, father, I was busy attending to his wound that I forgot, but he seems harmless and…""I can't believe you're saying this, Alicia!," he said, disappointed."I'm sorry, father," she said.Ignoring her, he went on: "Here is my judgment: The prisoner w