The air hung heavy as I drove away from the party. Deep down, I knew this was a terrible idea. I should have stayed indoors, perhaps focused on training or delving into research to find a way to end the werewolves. However, against my better judgment, I succumbed to Lola's insistence. It wasn't her fault; I couldn't blame her. It was all the werewolves' fault, and that's precisely why I had to put an end to this. Clenching the steering wheel, I accelerated into the city, heading towards the one place that offered solace – home.
Upon arriving, I slipped into the house but froze at the sound of my mom's gentle sobs."I'm sorry; I promised I wasn't going to cry," she confessed, wiping away her tears."It's okay, honey," my dad consoled her. "We have to be strong for her."My chest felt constricted, as if I couldn't breathe. I couldn't let them see me in this vulnerable state. Quietly, I slipped away, stumbling upon something as I did. Looking up, I sighed in relief that my parents hadn't heard me. Looking down, I found those wretched black roses. Why did he always find a way to affect me like this? I picked up the rose and hastily left.As I drove towards my destination, a sense of terrible unease enveloped me. I loathed him—loathed him intensely. He made me feel as if I were suffocating. I needed air. Swiftly, I got out of my car and ran, refusing to stop until my breath caught up with me. Standing in the heart of the forest, I decided to release the pent-up frustration within me. My screams echoed in the desolate woods."I've had enough!" I yelled into the emptiness."Why don't you face me?""Show that foolish face of yours," I demanded, but met with silence. Of course, there was no response; what had I expected? Turning to depart, I caught the rustle of leaves. Bas? I thought, only to be disappointed by the appearance of three different faces before me."It's foolish to wander the forest at this hour," declared the guy in the middle.Werewolves, I thought."Look at what we have here," he said as he approached.I stared into his eyes, refusing to back down."Quite the confident one," he smirked. "It's a shame you won't live to see another day," he added, his eyes glowing under the moonlight.I couldn't die like this, not until I witnessed these monsters perish."You can't kill me," I asserted, laughing. They all looked shocked."Says who?" the other werewolf questioned.I slowly lowered my gown sleeve, revealing the mark on my left arm."She's Marked," the lady stated.I smirked at the middle guy; I could see the pain and humiliation in his eyes. Among the terrible things, that was the only perk of being marked – immunity to death by any other werewolf, except the one who marked you."I guess I will live to see another day," I said with a smile.As I turned to leave, the middle guy quickly appeared in front of me, blocking my view."Where do you think you're going?" he snarled, revealing his sharp fangs."Joe, what are you doing?" the other werewolves asked in surprise."Just teaching her a lesson," he replied, grabbing me by the neck and lifting me up. I gasped for breath, finding it hard to breathe."Joe, that's enough!" the female werewolf intervened."You could kill her," the other one warned, but their words fell on deaf ears.I fought desperately against his vice-like grip, but his strength prevailed. The ominous reality of impending death loomed over me; my very existence teetered on the edge. As the struggle continued, a surge of unparalleled force sent me hurtling to the forest floor. The impact jarred my senses, leaving me disoriented and gasping for air.Amid the disarray, I saw Joe, flung to the far reaches of the woodland, his form disappearing into the shadows. The sudden violent expulsion raised questions in my mind, but my weakened state hindered me from comprehending the unfolding events.A deafening bang echoed through the forest, reverberating in the air like a tempest's roar. It signaled the entrance of an unknown presence, one that instilled fear even in the hearts of the other werewolves. Though my curiosity yearned to identify this mysterious savior, my body betrayed me, succumbing to the overpowering fatigue.The world around me dimmed as my eyes fluttered, weighed down by weariness.My eyes hesitantly fluttered open, greeted by the muted hues of an unfamiliar room. The soft glow from an unknown light source painted the surroundings with an eerie yet intriguing ambiance. Confusion surged through me as I struggled to place myself in this unfamiliar setting. This certainly wasn't my room, and a sense of disorientation washed over me like a haunting mist.As my vision gradually adapted to the ambient light, I meticulously examined the room, searching for any clues that might reveal my location. A pained groan escaped my lips as I gingerly placed a hand on my throbbing head, memories of the recent werewolf encounter flooding back – mysterious figures, a desperate struggle, and then, an abrupt descent into darkness.The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. If there were werewolves involved, I couldn't dismiss the possibility of lingering danger. Wincing in pain, I carefully rose from the bed, my gaze sweeping the room for any object that could serve as a makeshift weapon. The soft glow illuminated a snow globe resting on the bed frame, and I limped towards it with cautious determination.Stepping out of the room, the air thickened with tension, my senses on high alert. Every subtle sound or movement sent shivers down my spine, and as footsteps approached, I instinctively rushed behind the door, clutching the snow globe tightly. The anticipation of impending danger hung in the air.The footsteps drew nearer, echoing in the quiet space. Bracing myself, I prepared for a potential attack. Raising the snow globe, I aimed it at the stranger's back. In a surprising and swift motion, I found myself forcefully pressed against the wall, my hands held captive by a compelling force. The snow globe slipped from my grasp, its gentle bounce on the floor reverberating through the room.Slowly lifting my eyes, I was met with a piercing gaze – those unmistakable gray eyes. A complex dance of emotions unfolded within me as the realization hit like a crashing wave – Bas.The room pulsed with its usual energy as Bas locked eyes with me. His gaze met mine, the ambient light casting a haunting glow on the surroundings and intensifying the tension in the air. This was the first time I stood face-to-face with the infamous Bas. I had always fantasized about this day, envisioning it ending with a bullet in his heart. Yet, here I stood, rendered hopeless and submissive to his grip a reality I detested."Do you plan on pinning me like this?" I challenged, gritting my teeth. The atmosphere crackled with an electric charge, amplifying the discomfort of our proximity.He held his ground, staring deep into my eyes. The undeniable resemblance to Darius became apparent in his tousled black hair, possibly disheveled from a restless night. His piercing gray eyes hinted at hidden depths and met mine. The way his body pressed against mine left no room for doubt about his perfectly sculpted figure. Despite the external admiration he effortlessly garnered, the complexitie
Bas POV"Is there something you'd like to share with me?" I inquired, my gaze probing Roger's eyes for any hidden truths. "Just the usual, nothing new," he replied, his voice carrying an undercurrent of fear that clung to the air like an unspoken secret. It was a haunting reminder of my father's teachings, instilling in us the belief that we were superior beings, predators navigating a world meant for prey."You know I won't lie to you," Roger stammered, his eyes reflecting the fear that words failed to convey. A supposed leader of humans, he fidgeted in our presence, a puppet whose strings were pulled by a force stronger than himself."What a weakling," Austin scoffed, his disdain evident as he nodded in reluctant agreement that Roger might indeed be telling the truth."We should report to the alpha," I subtly nodded, acknowledging the unspoken decision."Nice chatting, Mr. President," Austin said with a mocking toneAs we left the room, her father stood at the entrance, his gaze mee
Bas povThe hushed murmurs of whispers filled the room, their voices barely audible as they exchanged curious glances and furtive whispers. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and stifling like a heavy blanket draped over us all. We had been gathered here to resolve a matter, one that my father had deemed necessary to handle personally. But I knew that if he were to get involved, blood would inevitably be spilled. As I stepped out everywhere became silent all eyes on me waiting for my next move." You must all be wondering why we are hear" I said." I do not intend to delay it so I will go straight to the point.I took a step forward slowly walking amongst them as I spoke" We are a pack. And as a pack, we are bound by loyalty and honor to protect and preserve our pack at all costs. But then I find out that there is someone who wishes to go against my order as your future alpha."Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, each person casting suspicious glances at their comrades
Becca POVMemories of the forest flashed through my mind, filling me with a sense of longing and desire. I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, the way the sunlight danced off of his glistening chest, and the taste of sweat as it trickled down his stomach. I slammed my head on my desk in frustration. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I get him off nu mind? This was all his fault if only I could wipe that smug look off his face.Ugggghhh " You okay? You've been off ever since you left the woods" Ravi said as he sat beside me" No I haven't," I said in defence. " Yes, you have.. You keep spacing out." Had I really been acting so strangely? I tried to brush it off, pretending like everything was fine. "It's nothing, Ravi. Just a lot on my mind lately," I muttered, avoiding his gaze. Bas wasn't worth talking about. Ravi's brow creased with deep concern as he shook his head. "Are you sure nothing else happened in the woods?" His eyes searched mine, probing for any hint of
Becca POV.The steady, rhythmic beat of drums echoed through the streets, mingling with bursts of vibrant colors and lively music. It was a day in the month of June, when all the inhabitants of Havenwoods would come together to celebrate and feast. But as I looked around at the decorations and smiling faces, I couldn't help but feel that it was all for show. Every 13th of June, we gathered in the grand city hall to commemorate Haven Feast - a day where humans and werewolves supposedly celebrate their harmonious coexistence. But deep down, I knew it was all just a facade. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this celebration was nothing more than a hollow charade.How could we easily forget the way these monsters came and took over everything from us leaving us in fear every day and let's not forget the stupid prophecy that has taken away many innocent bloods.."This is going to be mine and Carter's first official date at the Haven's Feast," Lola excla
Becca's Pov Gently treading down the stairs, I glance up to see my mother gazing at me with overflowing pride. Her eyes sparkle with joy and love as she takes in my appearance. "You look absolutely perfect," she exclaims, beaming at me. My heart swells with warmth and happiness at her words. "Thank you, mum," I reply, returning her smile with equal enthusiasm. My eyes wander over her, taking in every detail of her ensemble. She looks stunning in her sleeveless, black gown that hugs her figure in all the right places. "Wow, dad won't even recognize you," I tease, praising her beauty. She gives a playful twirl, showing off the flowing fabric of her dress. "Oh stop it with the compliments or we'll never make it out of here," she laughs. We step out into the cool night air, the soft glow of streetlights illuminating our path. Excitement bubbles within me as we make our way to the grand hall where the feast is being held. The rhythmic beat of music drifts through the air, growing louder
Becca's POVMy stomach clenched as I stood in front of him, forced to swallow the bitter pill of his presence. His hand reached out towards mine, a smirk playing on his lips. I could feel the heat of anger rising within me, but I refused to give him the satisfaction he wanted. Today, I would not succumb to his games. With a slow and deliberate movement, my hand met his in a show of false civility. The touch was like ice against fire, sending shivers down my spine. But I held steady, determined not to let him see how much he affected me.As Bas pulled me closer, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music, I couldn't escape the intense gaze of his gray eyes. It was as if he was trying to read my thoughts, searching for any signs of vulnerability. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I squared my shoulders and met his gaze head-on, a defiant spark flickering within me."See you've been busy " he said as he stared at Max" What I do is none of your business ," I replied, my voice
Bas POVI didn't mean to hurt her. I just wanted to ease up the tension. To see if we could be on the same page. What the hell was I thinking. She hates me and she never will forgive me. I was a monster in her eyes, a beast who devoured her slowly. How could I ever think we could be something acquaintance maybe ." Save your apologies, Bas. They mean nothing to me." She said.Her words hung heavy in the air, piercing through my heart like a thousand icy shards. Each syllable felt like a blow, reminding me of the irreparable damage I had caused. The pain was relentless, and as I looked into her eyes, I saw nothing but disappointment and hurt.I open my mouth to speak, but just as the music abruptly halts, she turns and walks away without a second glance. In that moment, I feel like I am stranded in time, unable to move or utter a single word. As my father stepped up to deliver a speech on unity and love, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Despite his words of hope and positivity, all I