Finishing his meal, Tobias pushed his plate away, a lingering warmth from the sweetened wine coursing through him. Determined to discover what Scarlett had to show him, he rose from his seat and shouldered his pack. Following her lead, he trailed behind her as they made their way through the bustling common room.Exiting through a back door, Scarlett closed it behind them, enveloping them in the tranquility of the open field behind the tavern. The sight that greeted Tobias was a serene panorama of rolling green, with a scattering of quaint cottages dotting the landscape. The vast expanse seemed to stretch endlessly before them, inviting curiosity and contemplation.As Tobias stood alongside Scarlett, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The simplicity of their surroundings belied the mysteries that lay concealed within. With each passing moment, he became more intrigued by what awaited him in this seemingly ordinary setting.With his senses heightened and his heart stirr
Scarlett gazed into his eyes, seeing the same piercing gaze she remembered from the night her family was brutally massacred. In those eyes, there was no trace of remorse, only a chilling indifference that had haunted her nightmares for years. The pain of that night still lingered in her heart, fueling her quest for vengeance.But as they looked at each other in that tense moment, Scarlett saw something that intrigued her. In the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of kindness and tenderness. She hadn't thought about that detail, and it made her feel a confused mix of emotions.It was his eyes that made her doubt, especially the little flicker of warmth she saw in them. If not for that spark, she would have killed him right away without a second thought. But the fact that the man who killed her family wasn't looking at her with a cold, uncaring stare gave her reason to pause. This revelation changed her strict, black-and-white view that she had held for so long. She had thought of To
Frustration ate her away, as she took pride in her skill at reading people. But with the man in front of her, it felt like trying to decipher an empty page, one that held no hidden meaning or clues. "Are you in the lycan king's service?" she asked directly. Tobias tilted his head, giving her a puzzled look. "In the lycan king's service?" "Do you carry out his orders? Are you one of his accomplices?" she clarified. Tobias's face grew darker, his expression tightening. Scarlett noticed the friendly warmth in his eyes turning into fiery anger that caught her by surprise. She couldn't tell if he was mad at her or not. She instinctively tightened her grip on her dagger, ready for whatever might happen. "Nope, I'm not his accomplice," he said with disdain. "To be honest, I don't even see him as the rightful leader, if you want to know the truth." Scarlett blinked, taken aback by his candid response. "You're telling me you don't? Well, that's quite unexpected. Why do you say that?" He
Dark Valley, medieval time, 1455 A.D. "Wipe out the entire pack! Leave no survivors!" the voice commanded. The order was clear and direct, spoken with venomous intent. The group of rogue lycans from Savage Fury pack gathered around, nodding in agreement as they prepared their weapons. One of them spoke up, "But sir, what about the cubs and pups? They're innocent." The voice snarled in response, "Innocent? They're the future of the pack. We can't afford to let them grow up and seek revenge. Kill them all!" They exchanged nervous looks, but none had the courage to question the directive. They proceeded into the ominous and shadowy valley, clutching their weapons, prepared to carry out the order. The moon was full and bright in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Dradraley, known as Dark Valley, was a place in a dark and foreboding realm. It was a deep and winding valley that was shrouded in darkness, with jagged cliffs that loom high overhead and block out the sun.
The next day, Scarlet woke up on the shore, the sun's rays beating down on her naked body. As she lay there, exhausted, battered and bruised, she knew that she had to find a way to escape. She clutched her mother's pendant at her neck tightly as her precious treasure, as if it was her only hope and safe harbor.She groaned as she tried to sit up, her head pounding with a throbbing headache. She looked around, trying to get her bearings.Reminders of the brutal attack flooded back to her. She remembered running for her life, her family scattered in all directions and they were all killed. She remembered being tackled to the ground by the rogue lycans, confronting the lycan king, and then nothing.When she tried to stand up, she realized that she had nothing on her except for a tattered dress. It had been ripped to shreds during the attack and her transformation, leaving her completely naked.She walked along the shore for what seemed like hours until she stumbled upon a beautiful sprin
As the well-trained and powerful lycan warriors, they could track down any intruder using their sense as they could easily detect and block those people from intruding, or find ways to distract them.Tobias looked at them and remained silent.It was mid-autumn, and they were in the middle of a forest. The weather was very cold and dry leaves were scattered all over the ground. However, the air around him grew warmer; it almost felt like spring.Their king was fuming with rage!They immediately fell to the ground and shivered in fear. Their king was extraordinary, while other lycan warriors with highest level of magical power could lower the temperature by eight degrees Celsius, their king could raise it by the same amount.There weren't many things that could anger their king. Even though they were scared, they also felt confused. Joel asked, "What's the matter, My King?” "I couldn’t find my robe," he muttered, scanning the area around him. He then pointed out at the big rock as he s
Being a werewolf, Scarlett had a keen sense of smell, hearing, and agility that allowed her to hide from Tobias and his subordinates. She had been keeping a safe distance from them, observing their movements without being detected.With years of training with his father and brother, she can hide herself using a combination of her werewolf abilities and some practical tactics. Beside her natural agility and grace, it also allowed her to move quickly and silently. She could move stealthily through the forest, avoiding making any unnecessary noise that could give her away.She could blend in with her surroundings by staying still in the shadows or undergrowth. It could also help her to hide in the forest, as she would blend in with the foliage and use the cover of trees and bushes to stay hidden and out of sight.And thanks to her father's strict upbringing and training, she has mastered one of another skills of concocting herbs to disguise her scent. Her father had taught her how to mak
Joel Serge and the other guards became more curious about the girl. There was a glint in Tobias' eyes as he commanded, "Go and investigate the girl who was survived from the attack." Through all the clues he had, he suspected that the person who survived the attack could be the same person who stole his robe. He fixed Joel with a steely gaze. "I have my suspicions, and I want you investigate it. If she is innocent, then she has nothing to fear. But if she is guilty, then she must be held accountable for her actions." Joel nodded, sensing the gravity of the situation. "As you wish, My King. I'll send my best guards to search for her and gather any information they can." Tobias leaned back, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that this girl was hiding something, and he was determined to find out what it was. As they were about to walk away, Tobias called out to them. "Be careful, Joel. There are forces at work here that we don't fully understand. And she may be more dangerou