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
"Yes," he said, looking at her with such surprise on his face."What?," she asked, finally realizing that he had his eyes on her."Why are you interested about him?.""I'm not!," she argued, looking away."Then why you interested in him? Don't lie to me," he said. He knew she was lying, for her reaction had given her away."I have nothing to hide," she said, still avoiding contact with his searching eyes."I believe you," he sarcastically said. "I should be back with my friends; my time is done here," he said, turning to walk away from her.She watched on in desperation as he took a couple of steps away from her."Wait, please," she said, running in his direction. As she watched him gradually walk away from her, Lord Cage's words seemed to reverberate more in her mind…."A fortnight, that's all you've got to convince me that he's not what and who I think he is. If nothing comes out after that, I will kill him myself.""What!," he asked, too angry to look at her."I shouldn't have lied
"Who I am doesn't matter; I wanna help you," she said to him, ignoring his question."Help me?," he asked, trying not to laugh. Clearly, he considered her statement quite funny. She didn't look to him like one who could offer him the kind of help he wanted. He believed his life meant nothing if he didn't avenge the death of his pack. Only the head of Lord Zack, delivered in a pot of boiling water, would satisfy him. "You can't help me," he added, looking very angry."Damon," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "I need to know the truth. Who are you really?."Damon hesitated for a moment, contemplating if she deserved to be told the truth or not. Even though she had dealt with him kindly, he wasn't sure he could trust her."Don't be fooled by kindness, for it is a weapon of destruction," his father, Lord Savage, had once warned him."Please, Damon, I need to know the truth," she said again, sounding desperate."I can't trust you with the truth," he just said, avoiding contact with
Lord Cage’s eyes blazed with fury as he looked down at the stranger, Damon, who had dared to attack his daughter, Alicia. The crowd had gathered around them, eager to see the punishment that would be meted out to him."Alicia, you must come with me quickly!" Zed had come running to her, bearing the news of the alpha's intention to have "the stranger severely punished," as he put it. "He doesn't look like he's going to escape his wrath," he added.Quickly, Alicia stopped her training with the girls and ran with him, outpacing him. Her heart kept on skipping beats as she ran, scared that he would be dead she reached them."That motherfucker!," she shouted as she ran, making reference to Fidelis. Again, he had proven to her that he couldn't be trusted. He had clearly told the alpha about the attack."She got there right on time, just as Lord Cage was about to say the words…“Bring me the whip,” he commanded, his voice cold and hard."Father!," she shouted, as he threw the first whip.Ali