A Twist Of Fate

Chapter 8

POV: Alpha Wade

The pack gathered in the clearing, tension thick in the air. It was a full moon, and our instincts were heightened. Everyone could sense that something was about to happen, but none of us could have predicted what was to come.

As we stood together, a sudden gust of wind swept through the clearing, causing the leaves to rustle and the trees to sway. The sky grew dark as if a storm were about to unleash its fury upon us. And then, out of the shadows, emerged a figure.

It was a woman, dressed in a flowing black cloak that billowed around her as if she were surrounded by darkness itself. Her eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of determination and malice.

"Alpha Wade," she said, her voice cold and calculating. "We have unfinished business."

I took a step forward, my instincts on high alert. "And who are you?" I asked, my voice steady but tinged with caution.

The woman smirked, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "You may call me Isabella. I am here to take wha