“What do you mean he is dead?” Asher sprung from the bed. He was already dashing to the door when Ethan handed him his long coat which he hurriedly swung over his shoulder as he strided. Unlike the usual number of guards supposed to be on duty in the dungeon, there were more. He pushed through them and breezed in.Alpha Campbell was lying in his pool of blood in his cell. He was stabbed four times in his chest. Whoever did it, did not need to force his way inside. It was either someone on the inside, which was most likely one of the guards who had opened the door or it was one of the guards that carried out the act. As Asher stood there, rigid, broken, his fist clenched, his jaw tightened and he vibrated. “Call the guards. All of them on duty,” he ordered and marched back to his chamber. There, he sat on his bed and covered his face in his palms. His hand was trembling. Silas Darkthorn had gotten to him again. His right hand trembled so much he had to hold it in place with the ot
SILVER FANG PACK “Dad, shouldn't we do something about it?” Rose asked her father, Beta Claudio as she joined him in the sitting room. “Do what exactly?” Beta Claudio questioned. He was looking at the picture frame he took with Alpha Campbell during their early days when they became Alpha and Beta. They'd sworn to protect the Pack before anything else. “Dad! Our Alpha is captured and his sons too and you are the Beta. Shouldn't you do something about it?” Not like she cared but not being sure if and when they would come back or not was a concern. His father's gaze left the picture frame and fell on her. He knew his daughter, like the palm of his hands and very much knew she didn't care about Alpha Campbell and his sons as much as he didn't care. “Daughter,” he called. That was what he usually called her anytime he wanted to say something important or deep. “That boy, are you still seeing him?”Rose blinked. But quickly hid her surprise. “What boy, Dad?” Beta Claudio chuckled.
Freya thought a lot about it. The woman had said she should use it with caution and had mentioned that things could go wrong on the wrong use. She felt her pocket again. The small bulge was still there. Since she came back from the hill, she'd been going around with it waiting for the right time. It was almost difficult to get Asher alone. She needed this to be perfect. Once this was done, she'd live happily with him. She could even help him get rid of Silas Darkthorn if he wished. “Where's my husband?” she asked a maid. “Ma'am, he is in his chamber.”“Ma'am?!” She landed the maid a resounding slap. “Repeat your answer.”“He is in his chamber, my luna.”“Rubbish.” She hissed and walked away. One time when she came newly, she had overheard some maid servants mocking her for calling Asher her husband when they were yet to have a proper Pack wedding. They said she was trying too hard and that Asher would never fall for someone like her. They said she wasn’t fit to be Luna. She heard
“Is everything alright now?” one of the elders that had gathered for a meeting at Silas Darkthorn’s house asked. “Of course! Alpha Campbell is dead and his sons arrested. What else is remaining?” Another elder replied bubbly. He was one of the elders that had held a secret meeting without Silas on whether they should cut Silas off and side with Asher or not. Seeing Silas Darkthorn show his power once more settled that and saved him making that difficult decision. “But Asher is biting more than he can chew,” he sighed. “How shocked they must have been to receive the news.”“What news?” the first elder asked, leaning forward in curiosity. The Second Elder looked at him and almost asked if he had been living in a hole the entire time. “You know how the Alphaship is passed onto the Beta after an Alpha commits a crime and dies and he has no son available to take his place?”First elder nodded, his ears widening. “It won't be so in this case. Apparently Asher sent a letter to Beta Claud
“You must meet him this time. You can't keep avoiding a meeting with him,” Ethan said to Asher. They just got notified of Silas Darkthorn impromptu visit demanding to meet Asher privately. “I disagree. He doesn't have to meet him. Silas will only try to rile him up,” Lucas countered. Asher huffed out air. He stroked his chin. Then he leapt up after a moment. “Take him to the meeting room.”“Let him in?” Lucas questioned wide-eyed. He still didn't believe why Asher wanted to risk this. Asher shot him a look and he comported. “I will speak with him alone. You both stay behind,” Asher told them and advanced to the meeting room. “My Alpha, you must feel troubled,” Silas began slowly after the two had settled into their seats in the meeting room. He picked his words one after the other, his eyes watchful of every reaction Asher should make. “A man you captured suddenly is found dead in your prison. It must be a cause of concern for you. However, my Alpha, I wonder if I have been mista
Silas was very furious after his meeting with Asher. He could not believe what he'd sat through. He could not believe the words that had come out of Asher’s mouth. The worse was those words were directed at him. Saying he was maddened was probably an understatement. His entire body vibrated with rage. He wanted to kill Asher immediately. But even with his authority, he knew killing an Alpha openly was going to bring nothing but his own downfall. He stopped on the walkway abruptly as a thought flashed before him. Asher knew Campbell was going to be there that night. How? Had Campbell tried to play him? “No…” He shook his head. If Campbell had tried to play him, then Asher wouldn't have captured him and he wouldn't have tortured him to get the truth out of him. Was it someone else? Who could it be?He shrugged and kept walking. Soon he arrived were his car was and the door held open.He may have been disrespected in this meeting but he took solace in the fact that he got to see Ash
SCARLETT’S POV “Did she tell you she will be here today?” one of the women asked impatiently. They were waiting for Mae Darkthorn and it had been over thirty minutes already. “Yes. You know she never goes back on her words.” the other one assured. Almost at the same time, Mae Darkthorn stormed in.“Madam Chief, is there any problem? You don't look so well,” the woman expressed concern as they arranged her a seat and relieved her of her handbag. They gathered around her and begged her to tell them who had upset her so they'd fight for her. “The puppet Alpha is challenging my husband,” Mae started, fuming. My ears stood. I was sitting on the sewing machine adjacent to where they were. “Asher did? Isn't he afraid of death?” “How dare he challenge the chief elder?”“He is only a puppet!”The women sneered. It was an unbelievable sight to behold. One that would make anyone gather a lump of saliva and spit out. If an outsider was there, one that knew absolutely nothing about the id
Asher received another letter. He stared long and hard at it. Now he was really curious where these letters were coming from. Damian and Lucas thought it was an ally of his that preferred to stay unknown. But he couldn't understand it. Why was this person helping him? He'd thought of every single possibility of it turning out to be someone he knew or had encountered but that didn't make sense either. If it wasn't Damian or Lucas, then he definitely didn't know who it was. A name suddenly occurred to him. “Samuel Wolfe? This could be him. He has a grudge on Silas,” he muttered skimming through the letters again. “No way. I doubt it. He refused your visit the other time,” Damain said. Asher shrugged. Damian was right. Samuel Wolfe had refused his visit once he heard he wanted his help to take down Silas Darkthorn. He didn't blame him. Who'd want to go head to head against Silas after suffering what Samuel had suffered. It wasn't just about losing to Silas Darkthorn, he had lost his
WRITER'S POV It was only the previous day but it felt like Asher wouldn't function properly if he stopped for a minute and thought about something different from the designer girl. “She is Scarlett,” he kept muttering to himself. He knew her too much to allow a few alterations to deceive him. She changed her hair and her eyes, so what? It didn't change the fact that she was still Scarlett. Was she avoiding being caught? “No,” he shook his head, recalling her response even when Freya was not around. She'd vehemently denied being or knowing Scarlett. He rubbed his chin, left his desk and went to the window. Changing hair style and color was possible but was changing eye colour even possible? He should ask a doctor. “Where have you been?” Freya questioned trotting in and breaking his thoughts. “You need to have your measurements taken. We are short on time.”Asher was just about to slam Freya and remind her again that he was never interested in officially marrying her and that was fi
WRITER'S POV The moment Scarlett had walked in, Silas Darkthorn had felt a kind of energy. He waited until she left before he called Mae in. “Where did you say you knew the girl that just left?”“The designer girl?” Mae repeated his question. “How do you know her?”“She's the new one in town and she seems to know what she's doing. I thought we should use her for the wedding.”Silas shrugged. “I have told you not to be too excited about this wedding. We are not going there to enjoy some meal but to watch history be made.”Of course I know my husband. It's just that I'm excited. She may not be my real daughter but I will be the mother of the day and that is a feat many women would kill to be in.”“Don't you like her?” She asked, taking a seat beside him. Silas shrugged. The feeling he was getting was far beyond whether he liked her or not. “Put your mind to rest, my lord. All that we have worked hard for will come to fruition very soon. We deserve it. You have served and worked so
SCARLETT’S POV All my mind was centered on Ava. Was she evil like her father or was she still the girl that saved me that day? Or perhaps, was I wrong about the version of her I saw that day? It worried me that she might have recognized me. Her behavior was off as well as her questions and words. I still remember that day vividly. She was the one that saved me from those bullies. Why did she lie? I could have agreed that she was talking about some other girl. But then she clearly said the girl was a werewolf. I was worried she'd begin to seek for things she shouldn't. I saw the doubt in her eyes when I denied recognizing her. It had already been a year. She could have had many encounters since then with many other Werewolf girls. A werewolf girl could have saved her as she narrated. Besides, she didn't say the werewolf girl was a girl staying in the werewolf quarters. But again, why was the name Scarlett?“It's this way.” Mae called my attention back. I almost missed her lead. It w
SCARLETT’S POV When Mae Darkthorn told me I'd be doing house visits job for her, I didn't think she was serious until one of her maids came and informed me to visit their home that evening. I told Samuel Wolfe and he was as shocked as I was. It was either Silas Darkthorn didn't know about me or Mae hadn't told him about me yet. However, it was a great opportunity which I grabbed with two hands. I had wanted so much to penetrate there but never found a reason. I arrived at Silas Darkthorn's house at 4pm and was let into the house. There were three buildings and each was well built. Sila's influence could be perceived right from the gate. “Wait here, my lady will join you soon,” the maidservant that had brought me in told me. She directed me to one of the wooden chairs stuffed with wool or perhaps cotton. There was nothing much to see in the room I was in. It had few chairs and was almost empty besides the paintings on the wall. It was hard to tell if Silas Darkthorn stayed in thi
WRITER'S POV “Where are you off to?” Freya called out to Asher storming out. She felt insulted by Asher storming out on her entrance and then ignoring her. To hide her embarrassment, she ticked her tongue playfully and laughed. “He must be shy. Don't worry I will get him as soon as we are done here.”“Yes ma..my Luna.” Scarlett responded and took out her measuring tapes. “Wait…” Freya stopped her as she was about to wrap the tape around her arm. “What did you two discuss while I was out?”Something sank into Scarlett. She gulped hard a flash of her conversation with Asher flooding her head. “Well, of course he refused to say a word to you, right?” Freya asked before he would speak. Scarlett blinked. Freya sighed softly. “The Alpha is like that. He does not care about any woman except one.” She sounded sad. Scarlett felt a daring moment. “Why do you say it that way? Who is the woman if not you.”“Ah,” she laughed awkwardly. “Of course it's me. It just…it just feels surreal to kno
SCARLETT'S POV “Are you ready now? May I come—” I asked, pushing the door open. Freya was latched onto Asher. As soon as she saw me, she pretended to be shocked. Freya invited me over. The opportunity I was looking for—a way to be close to Asher legally, was brought to me on a platter. The perfect one at that. The guard told me to wait behind on her orders. I glanced around. I recognized where I was standing. I had once stood there. Asher’s office. I heard them arguing. Freya’s desperation clawed through my chest and when I couldn't bear it, u bursted through the door. Asher froze at my sight. As expected. I knew. I knew I was going to run into him. I also knew that he was in there with her. It was even the reason I had boldly opened the door when the guard hadn't given me the go ahead to enter. Meeting him again was bound to happen. But why did it have to be in this manner…shit. I had prepared for this moment. I had imagined it. But it only made me want to shrink into a shell
ASHER I didn't think it would be this day but I saw her again. Why did it have to be today…why did it have to be this moment. “Scar…” my lips had already begun to move but I quickly called myself to order. A feeling of awareness overcame me causing me to finally push Freya away. “Oh, the designer is here,” Freya said, smirking. “Come on in.”My jaw clenched. This was all her plan—making her come in right at this second to witness this. I frowned as my heart skipped. I looked at Freya, dreading the impossible. Did Freya know she was Scarlett? “Hope you are ready? And you came prepared with everything you'd be needing? Like I said, what matters is how good you are. Have I made myself clear?”“Yes, ma’am.”“Here, I am referred to as ‘my Luna’ and you should too,” Freya told her. “Noted, my Luna. Would you like me to measure you first or show you the materials you requested?” She asked, unhanging the bag I could feel its heaviness from where I stood from her shoulder. I was watching
“Get ready. Someone is coming here today to take our measurements,” Freya said to Asher who was focused on the documents before him. Asher wasn't paying attention and it took a few seconds for Freya's words to fully register in his brain. He pushed the document close and looked up. “What did you just say?”“I have booked a designer. She'd design our outfits and she will be here any moment soon.” Freya was in front of the square-shaped mirror in Asher's office and giving her make-up finishing touches. She didn't need a glam look to take measurements for her wedding outfits. However she'd sworn to always appear perfect before Asher. It didn't matter for how long or for what reason and so far she was living up to it. She patted her index finger on her lower lip and smashed her lips together to create a full red lips. Asher scowled. “Designer? Who authorized?”“I spoke to my father–”“Your father is not the Alpha of this Pack nor the leader of this pack!” Before she would finish, Asher
SCARLETT The instant she walked in, something in me chilled. I recognized her immediately. Asher's wife and Luna to be of the Pack. It would be stupid if I studied everyone else but missed her. She was the arrow Silas Darkthorn was using to pin Asher down after all. There were so many mysteries around her. So much of her life before she left the pack was wiped off. Of course, it had to be no one else but Silas Darkthorn's handwork. Old geezer tried really hard to keep her record clean and eliminate any suspicions regarding the fact they weren't related at all. Where she lived prior to returning was another mystery I couldn't uncover. As I saw her walk in, I realized that perhaps it was finally time. Time to meet the pawn in this game. An important pawn. I had waited for her to show up since the day I opened. Had even chirped in to some of the younger women stylishly hoping the news would reach her someday. Had no idea it would take this short while. Few times that I snuck in to wat