“I didn't think you were interested in the combat tournament.” Nebra said as she walked beside a stone-faced Neon. “I couldn't say no when you got eliminated, and they needed more people.” Neon replied with a blank look. “I see.” Nebra nodded then stopped walking. Neon subconsciously stopped walking as well and turned to her. “The combat tournament will continue with teams made yesterday until the sixth day of the tournament.” “Why does it sound like you're leaving? Are you leaving, Nebra?” Neon asked, sensing the shift in the air. Nebra smiled and reached out to feel Neon's cheeks. “Of course not. It's just for a few days. But I know I'll make it back before the seventh day of the tournament. Just promise me you'll look out for yourself and Freya.” “You're really leaving. And worst of all, you're leaving without me. What happened to always being there for each other?” Neon seethed, taking a step backward. Nebra moved forward and forcefully grabbed her head, “This isn't the time
It was soon the fourth day of the combat tournament. “To be honest, I didn't think I'd make it to the fourth day of the combat tournament.” Miguel yawned as he walked to the field along with Freya and Neon. Being paired with these two girls for the past two days, he came to realize Freya was naturally a quiet one, while Neon thought talking to people was a waste of her time. So in conclusion, he did most of the talking whenever they were together. “The look of surprise on everyone's faces when we returned to the field with nine precious stones was epic! And certainly something I'll recall for a long time.” He chuckled, slowly sprinting forward. Group 87 showed up and rescued most of the weaker groups, then told them to run back to the field, so they wouldn't come across any other group. With no weak group to prey on, numerous stronger groups were disqualified, and the weak ones were retained. So, out of 50 groups, about 20 groups were disqualified. “I wonder what today's task w
Neon watched Freya walk away with a hint of interest in her eyes. The rumors lied. Freya Armstrong is nothing like they made her out to be. When Neon first joined the team, her jealousy borne hatred towards Freya for taking Nebra's attention away from her made her unable to get along with Freya. Furthermore, the rumors said Freya was a person who cared only about herself and felt like she was above every other person. It also said the omega hated everyone stronger than her because of the hardship meted out on her by the members of Blackwood Pack. Hence, she interacted with fewer people. “I also need to pack a few things. Meet you here?” Neon heard Miguel ask and turned to see his signature smile on his face. “Yes.” She mumbled, then watched him walk away. Ten minutes later, Miguel returned, but Freya was yet to. “Should we go see what's keeping her? I happen to know her room number.” Miguel suggested. Neon wanted to refuse, but a part of her urged her to agree. So in the end, s
"I can't help but notice that none of you seem to be panicking." Miguel complained as they walked through a dense forest to get to Bloodstone Pack. To keep humans away from discovering werewolves and because of werewolf hunters, werewolves chose to settle in places that could only be reached by people strong enough to face dangerous animals. The forests surrounding each pack along with the animals that roamed around it was enough to keep any adventurous human away. "What are you scared of exactly?" Neon, who was leading the way, asked. "I don't know. Maybe wild animals or rogues. Or even werewolf hunters." Miguel shivered when he mentioned the last name. "Werewolf hunters haven't been able to find us in more than a decade, Miguel. But you don't have to worry about that. The Council will never send us to somewhere we're likely to encounter them." Neon replied, successfully calming Miguel. "Okay. That's a little comforting. But what about the wild animals?" Miguel asked, only to b
Gerry and a few other pack warriors led their three visitors into the pack, leaving the rest of the warriors to guard the pack's border. Freya noticed that as they advanced into the pack, people were scurrying away into their homes, tightly shutting their door behind them. “After engineering numerous attacks and losing our loved ones to them, we informed the pack members to run into their homes whenever they see new faces in the pack. Anyone who passes through the border shouldn't be wrestled with, since he or she is likely to have fought and won against the pack warriors there.” Gerry informed, seeing how inquisitive the three teenagers looked. “That sounds like a nice strategy. Has it helped in reducing the number of deaths?” Neon questioned. “Usually, the pack loses 4 to 6 lives whenever the rogue visits. But now, we don't lose any and if we unfortunately do, it's not more than two.” Gerry responded, a hint of sadness in his tone. From the looks of it, he was the chief pack war
Neon was flung to the floor before she could ascertain what was going on. “Princess, what's that look on your face? I seem to guess you don't recall who I am.” The man chuckled, grabbing the stake from the rogue on the floor. Neon stared at him as she crawled backward. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't deny the fact she really had no idea who he was. Could he be someone Nebra wronged in the past?“That look of confusion on your face is by far the worst look I've seen on your face. So I'll cut to the chase and tell you who I am.” He hissed, stepping closer to her. “I'm Theophilus Mooney, and the scar across my face is the handwork of your elder sister, Nebra.” He scoffed. Only then did Neon recall who he was. Theophilus Mooney, Nebra's first beta and friend after she left the Council with her. Three years older than Nebra, but followed behind her when she beat him fair and square in a fight. He was the ideal friend until he began developing improper desire t
The first thing Freya saw when she opened her eyes ago was an old, but carefully maintained ceiling. The originally white ceiling had darkened to dark brown. She closed her eyes again before the scene of her being in Bloodstone Pack with Theophilus about to violate her, flashed into her head. Freya sat up immediately, only to be held down by someone. She reacted, prying the person's hand from her before raising her hand to hit whoever it was. “It's me.” Neon said. Freya paused and glanced beside her to see Neon. “Neon?” “I'm alive.” Neon smiled wryly. “What about Theophilus? Did he leave on his own, or did the Council send backup?” Freya questioned, glancing around her. Neon raised an inquisitive brow. “Don't you remember what happened?” Freya held her head and closed her eyes, trying to recall what happened after she heard someone complain of being woken from her sleep. However, she felt a terrible headache come on the harder she tried to remember. So she shook her head. “I
The Council Residential Buildings, Ethan's Place It was midnight as usual when Mariah walked into his house to see him in the dining area. He was drinking a cup of coffee in a dignified manner. “Are you offering to let me stay in your room tonight?” Mariah chuckled as she sat opposite Ethan. Ethan had his eyes pinned inside his cup as he gently swirled the coffee in it. “I've called to tell you'll be in trouble if you leak that photo.” He said, without looking up at her. Mariah raised a surprised brow and relaxed on her chair. “I don't understand why you think you can threaten me.” Ethan drank from his coffee, then set it down on his table. Next, he picked up some photos Mariah hadn't seen when she walked in and slid it towards her. Finding it familiar, Mariah hesitantly reached out and took them. Her heart stopped beating for a moment when her handwriting on the back of the photos stared back at her. “Did you break into my room while I was away?!” She seethed, tearing apart t