Freya's POV
"Gosh, my head hurts...when did I get home last night..., I mumbled out of slumber, stretching my arms wide away from my body.The ray of lights peeping through the window blinded my eyes, as I overlayed my palms on my face, trying to get rid of my lethargy.Regaining my consciousness, I opened my eyes slowly, only to find myself on a soft bed with fluffy pillowsI tried to sit up, but I found myself unable to move my limbs, As if I was trapped in a web of blankets and sheets.I was really sleepy, I could feel my eyelids drooping down again, but I forced myself to stay awake, trying all my best to recall what's happening to me. Everything was cool until I looked round the room, actually the most beautiful bedroom that I've ever seen in my entire life.The walls were painted white, the floor was covered in black carpet and the ceiling was high above, giving the impression that the room was spacious. "How did I end up here?", I asked myself, as I struggled hard and sit right on the bed, slapping my head and forcibly gathering my thoughts to think brightly, all I could remember was being chased out of the house into the rain, I could remember me entering the forest and eating a fruit, and...................""What the heck am I doing here?" I screamed as I jumped off the bed, the yesterday's night's memories all surged into my head like a tide at once, giving me a sore headache."Who is this guy? Where am I? Why do I feel so weak and tired all the time, why can't I remember anything, what happened to me last night, who was that man that carried me into his car, where did he drive me?"My mind was still foggy, I was thinking hard and fast, trying to recollect everything that happened the previous day, but my memory seemed to be failing me. I was busy contemplating and gathering these memories, when a cool manly voice came from one corner of the building "Oooh.. you're awake?", I was stunned as I set my gaze on where the voice came from, there I saw a man sitting with his legs aligned on each other majestically. The ray of lights peeping through the window covered his head, making it difficult to make out his features. Gradually, the glittering ray of morning sunlight went down, giving me the chance to see his full image. "Dear God?"The words slipped my lips as I Opened my mouth widely, staring at the man's face astonishingly. "No doubt, he must be a fairy", I bubbled in heart as it galloped and tremble as this unbelievable beauty of a man.I couldn't imagine a man could have such a pale skin, his complexion was flawless and smooth. I couldn't Imagine his plumpy pink lips and his pointed nose, perfectly carved together like fairies in movies. What shocked me most was his golden hair and his yellowish green eye balls, which was sparkling like gemstones.His eyes were deep and mysterious, as if he was looking straight into my soul.I was dumbfounded and speechless, I didn't know what to say or ask, all I could do was stare at him with my mouth wide open. "Hope you enjoyed your first night here?", He asked me with a smile, as he stood up and walked towards me.As soon as he approached me, I felt a tingling sensation on my body, as I trembled and shivered uncontrollably, as if I was struck by lightning. I then took few steps backwards to avoid him.Seeing this, he restrained himself from approaching me. "And what I'm I doing here?", I forcefully let out the question from my shivering lips. Before he answered, my memories returned back fully. The first thing that popped up in my head was the image of me half naked last night, with my shoulders opened and my chest revealed. With fear, I hurriedly covered my chest shamefully, that's when my hand touched something soft and comfy. Instantly, my eyes traveled down my chest, only for me to found myself in a white hood, and man's trousers tightly fitted around my waist in replacement of the torn wet torn skirts. "Who does this?, How dare you lay your hands on me?. You undressed me?", I snarled at him repeatedly with a fiery gaze, which left him surprised. "Do you not like them?", That's the next word which came out of his mouths. At that moment, I felt as if I should remove the cloth and throw it on him before leaving the room, however, this I knew to be impossible. Since there's no other alternative for me than to accept the shame and force myself to act nicely to him."Why did I deserve to be here?", I asked him in a low pitched tone, with sadness embedded in it. "You passed out and you wouldn't wake up in time, so I brought you here. And I have to get something back from you also", he replied. "Get something back from me?", I asked him surprisingly with full concentration.Now the looks on his face Seems more serious than I thought, his eyes were piercing and sharp, as if he was looking into my soul. "You swallowed my marble last night. A very important marble I carried with me for nearly Thirty years to become an Alpha", he replied to me this time in a sadistic tone. "ALPHA?", I asked confusingly as I started counting my fingers, trying to remember the Greek alphabet referred to as Alpha. "Yes..... it's the same as swallowing up my dream, my long time wish. Inside the peach you ate is my marble, my most treasured possession since I've been born. In it lays my glory, joy and fame", he replied to me in a teary voice. Now I could sense the seriousness in his voice than usual.I was startled by his reply, my heart beat rapidly and I could hear my blood rushing to my ears, as I felt confused. "Why would just a mere fruit I ate have anything to do with your dream?......and what can I do to return whatever I took from you?"I asked him, even though I didn't understand all his phrasing. "What if I couldn't return it back to you?", I added. Had I Known, I wouldn't have asked him that question. It was as if he had been waiting for me to ask him that question, immediately, he took a step towards me with his daring green eye balls and he whispered softly to my ears. "YOU'LL DIE".Tigreal, Freya, Christine, Kelvin, and Trevor stood in the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by an array of weaponry. Each of them diligently prepared for the impending war. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of their task imprinted on their resolute features. They knew the difficulties ahead would put their strength and resolve to the test like never before. Kelvin slung a razor-sharp sword over his waist, its dazzling edge poised for action, throwing threatening glimmers in the dark light. Christine slung a quiver of arrows across her back, her nimble fingers checking the bowstring with accustomed accuracy. Trevor, the epitome of cool under pressure, painstakingly loaded a revolver, his gestures demonstrating his steadfast concentration. Tigreal, dominating in his armor, adjusted the straps, his posture exuding power and resolve. Freya gently fastened a pair of sparkling daggers to her waist, their blades echoing her steadfast willpower. Trevor's trusty companion stormed
Tigreal summoned an assembly in the middle of the White Moon Pack territory, amid a large expanse of tall trees. It was a long-awaited event, and the wolves gathered in silence. The pack, unified in their allegiance and reverence for their Alpha, Tigreal, listened intently.Tigreal, his towering form, a symbol of power, began to speak. "My fellow pack members, the time has come for me to embark on a quest in the human world." The threat presented by Balmond and Balerick to both our realm and the human world is too enormous to ignore."The people in the throng exchanged knowing looks, aware of the coming peril that hung over them all."I understand your concerns and fears," Tigreal said, "but this mission cannot be postponed any longer." The unholy union of Balmond and Balerick jeopardizes the state of balance we have battled to protect for decades."Seraphine's eyes twinkled with excitement as she stood among the crowd. She had long desired the role of Alpha, and the possibility of Ti
Trevor's strength began to return on the second day in the infirmary, bringing with it a ray of hope. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the calm hum of medical equipment formed a continuous background. Tigreal, Freya, Kelvin, and Christine formed a unified front at his bedside, ready to hear his narrative of the horrible events that had occurred.Freya was the first to speak, her voice concerned and relieved. "Trevor, you had us worried for more than a day there."Tigreal, who towered over the rest, gave his thoughts. "Yes, Trevor. It seemed like an eon. I'm pleased to see you're on the mend."Christine, her eyes moist with emotion, chimed in. "When Freya carried you here, we feared the worst."Trevor couldn't help but crack a joke, his sense of humour intact despite his trauma. "How about we skip over the part where Freya carried me around like a hero?" Laughter swept across the room, temporarily relieving tension.Freya couldn't keep her curiosity at bay any longer, her bri
Freya's heart wrenched as she saw her son, Rolf, suffer. Her previously limitless patience had been completely depleted. Her gaze stayed fixated on Raff and Seraphine, two figures who relished in their spiteful victory, flaming with a violent mix of maternal love and rage. Her own clan's hypocritical methods had left a dark stain on what should have been the Luminance Festival's clean, joyous mood.Freya's change into her powerful werewolf form unfolded with captivating speed, punctuated by a primal cry that pierced the air and rang across the pack. Her pure white fur shimmered wonderfully in the dappled sunshine, almost otherworldly. Her eyes were like twin fires, conveying a strong resolve. She sprang from her seated position, landing with an earth shaking impact in the center of the arena, fully prepared for the confrontation that lay ahead.As Freya saw her rival's change on the other side of the arena, Seraphine's eyes narrowed and met hers. She had a long-standing desire for dom
The annual "Luminance Festival" erupted like a bright supernova in the heart of the White Moon's Pack, igniting the very air with pleasure and unity. This lavish celebration symbolized the pack members' harmonious relationship, a monument to their shared devotion to peace and prosperity. Laughter cascaded through the old forest, forming a tapestry of delight that transcended species and size, as every creature came to celebrate their connected life, from the mighty to the tiniest.The event was a visual work of art. Vibrant flags swayed in the mild breeze, like bursts of color adorning the scene around them. Tables heaved under the weight of delicious treats, which included everything from luscious meats to scrumptious desserts. Fruits and nectar-filled goblets glistened in the dappled sunlight, enticing anybody who came close. The entire pack sank to the seductive beat of dance and song as musicians performed energetic, captivating songs. Tigreal, magnificent in his festive clothing
As Trevor and his men prepared to leave the room, they had no idea that Balmond had a cyberpunk agent, a master of virtual manipulation, who had managed to hack into the system and decode the location. The agent had traced their positions through the intercepted phone conversation between Balmond and Trevor's squad, sending critical information to Balmond's waiting men.Balmond's men filled the room as the door slammed open, their forms silhouetted by the faint light of the corridor. Trevor's pulse rate increased as the standoff intensified, each second ticking by in a tight symphony of expectation."Looks like we've got company," one of Trevor's guys said, a sardonic smile pulling at his lips despite the risk."Take cover and keep them at bay," Trevor said quickly, his voice dripping with anxiety. We must buy some time."Bullets flew through the air as Trevor's crew fought a desperate struggle against Balmond's well-coordinated men. The room had turned into a battleground, with furni
Under the cover of night, Trevor and his men surrounded Balerick's towering home. Their steps were deliberate, like burglars in the dark, as they approached the home of the enigmatic individual in charge of the perilous mission. The weight of their goal weighed heavily on them, a mix of resolve and anxiety propelling their every action.Trevor's men secured the perimeter of the home with the precision of a well-oiled machine, their rifles drawn. The night air was heavy with suspense as they awaited Trevor's signal to make their move. Balerick's destiny hung in the balance, a captive audience to the impending clash.Trevor's grip on his firearm was firm, his sight fixed on the home in front of him. He understood this was the decisive moment, the climax of their attempts to foil Balmond's terrible ploy. The crew rushed forward as the signal was given, their actions synced in a precise dance.The element of surprise worked in their favor as they invaded the mansion, quickly and expertly
Trevor's thoughts raced with a fresh resolve as the echoes of Balmond and Balerick's dialogue reverberated in his head. The truck Balerick was escorting into the city had secrets that were considerably more frightening than they initially appeared to be, which had put the wheels of curiosity in action. There was a definite hidden objective at work, and Trevor was determined to find out what it was.Utilizing his connections, Trevor put together a small team of reliable people who were eager to help him in his quest to unravel the mysteries behind the trucks. They established an impromptu camp under the shelter of the thick woodland, hidden from prying eyes but well situated to watch the trucks' approach.Tension lingered in the air like a charged current as the sun sunk below the horizon, sending sweeping shadows across the countryside. Trevor's senses were tingling with anticipation at every sound, including distant wind and rustling leaves. He was aware that what he was going to fac
Trevor's path crossed with an unexpected figure as he approached the threshold of Balmond's richly decorated sitting room. During his leaving, he found himself walking beside a man who, at first look, appeared to be an average visitor to Balmond's domain. However, when their shoulders brushed against each other for a split second, an electric current of familiarity shot through Trevor's veins, igniting a newfound sensation of awareness.Trevor's feet briefly slowed down in response to this strange familiarity, giving him a priceless additional second to secretly examine the man's face. It was a quick but purposeful gaze meant to capture the man's soul without revealing his intentions. He had an enigmatic nature that sparked a flood of recollections and feelings that had been kept under wraps. He then realized that this man was none other than Mr. Balerick, Freya's villainous uncle, with the destructive ability of a lightning bolt.Trevor's heart gripped at the sight of Balerick, as me