LOGINTyler slammed the door behind him as he entered his room. His chest was still rising and falling heavily, his anger refusing to settle.He could still hear Eugene's order in his head ordering for his only friend to be executed then taken to the dungeon.His fists tightened.His friend was going to be executed but Tyler refused to let that happen.He had spent enough time in this pack to know how things worked. Once Eugene made a decision, there was very little anyone could do to change his mind and Tyler wasn't going to sit around and wait for his friend to die.This was the second person he had connected with in this pack and although he was close to Becca, it wasn’t the same thing.He loved Becca but he cherished his friendship with this guard.He immediately walked toward the small closet where he had left his backpack. He pulled it open and began throwing his belongings inside.He put clothes, a few personal items and everything he had brought with him.He didn't care if he had to
Eugene entered his room with anger burning through him. He slammed the door behind him harder than he intended.The sound echoed through the room but he didn't care. His mind was still trapped in the Grand Hall and it wasn’t surprising, especially after everything that had happened.It was as if his reign was going to be filled with continuous chaos caused by Desmond.Greta was dead, a guard had confessed to crimes that seemed too convenient, Tyler had challenged him, everyone had questioned his decisions and somehow, through all of it, Becca had still been standing there defending everyone except him.The entire situation was something he wished was nothing more than an annoying dream he could wake up from.Unfortunately, this was the reality he was forced to live in.He walked farther into the room and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.He was exhausted, no, actually completely exhausted. He hadn’t bargained to be going through this today.The door opened again and Becca stepp
The Grand Hall slowly began to empty. The tension that had filled the room moments earlier did not disappear with everyone leaving. It seemed to linger in the air, following them into the corridors.Mira remained beside Jack for a moment, watching as the guards led Desmond away.Desmond's hands were restrained as he walked toward the dungeon. He didn't struggle, he didn't complain, he simply wore that same unreadable expression on his face.Mira watched him carefully. There was something about his calmness that made her uncomfortable.After everything that had happened, she expected Desmond to look frightened. Instead, he looked almost confident.Jack noticed the same thing."He doesn't look worried," Mira whispered.Jack shook his head."Why would he be when he found someone to take all the blame.”They watched until Desmond disappeared down the corridor leading toward the dungeon. But the guard who had confessed was not taken in the same direction.Another group of guards led him th
Desmond watched silently in the middle of the Grand Hall. He had not expected things to turn out this way.When he had blackmailed the guard into taking responsibility for Greta's death and the other crimes, he had never imagined that Tyler would be the man's friend.That part had been unexpected but Desmond didn't care. In fact, as he watched Tyler's anger grow, a small sense of satisfaction settled inside him.Everything was still moving in the direction he wanted. The guard had confessed, Eugene had been forced into a difficult position and now Tyler was openly challenging him.Desmond knew Eugene well enough to understand what would happen next. He would never allow someone to openly defy him in front of the pack, especially not when the crime involved murder and poisoning.He would execute the guard eventually and when he did, the pack would see Eugene as the Alpha King who punished anyone who threatened him.That would only weaken Eugene's position.Desmond almost smiled. But be
For several seconds, nobody moved. The guard remained on his knees in the middle of the Grand Hall, his chest rising and falling heavily after his sudden confession.Desmond stood frozen, Seraphina's eyes were wide, Ava looked as though she could barely breathe, Kaelyn stared at the guard, trying to understand what she had just heard, but Max was the first to recover.His eyes narrowed immediately."Take him away” he ordered.Two guards stepped forward but the guard resisted."No!" He pushed one of them away. "I am telling the truth!"Max stepped forward."Shut up!" He snapped."You don't believe me?" The guard asked."Of course I don't” he replied.The guard stared at him."Why would I confess to something I didn't do?""Because you are trying to protect someone” Max replied.The guard shook his head."I'm not protecting anyone” he said.Max's suspicion deepened."Then tell us exactly what you did” he said.The guard looked toward Eugene then the fear in his face was replaced by hatr
As Desmond stared at the gigantic axe resting on the executioner's shoulder, the arrogance on his face disappeared.Eugene was actually prepared to execute him.Desmond's eyes moved briefly toward the guards surrounding the hall then toward Seraphina. She looked just as shocked as everyone else.Desmond forced himself to breathe slowly. He couldn't let anyone see how concerned he was.His contingency plan had already been set in motion. He only needed time. If he could keep Eugene talking long enough, everything would change.He slowly looked back at Eugene."So this is what you've become” he said.Eugene's eyes narrowed."What?"Desmond gave him a bitter smile."Look at you” He glanced toward the executioner. "Standing there, ordering your own brother's death as if you were some merciless Alpha king."Eugene's jaw tightened."You are not going to distract me” he said."I'm not trying to distract you” Desmond took a slow breath. "I'm simply telling you the truth."Eugene stepped clos
The sacred grounds had never looked more alive. Under the glowing moonlight, it shimmered like silver dust had been sprinkled over every blade of grass. Tall torches burned steadily on either side of the circular arena, casting long shadows of the werewolf elders standing in their dark ceremonial
The damp, musty air of the lower corridors clung to Kaelyn’s skin like an unwelcome second layer. Down here, the stones seemed to breathe with the memories of centuries—cold, wet, and whispering faint secrets she wished she couldn’t hear. The torches flickered in their iron sconces, casting jitt
The silence in the room was heavier than usual. Eugene stood by the large arched window in his room, one hand resting against the wooden frame, the other clenched into a fist at his side. The moon hadn’t risen yet, but the sky was already darkening, shadows stretching long across the forest. A
The heavy, rusted gates of the dungeon groaned open with a reluctant creak, the echoes bouncing off the stone walls like whispers of long-forgotten prisoners. The place was carved to break spirits. No soul came in here and left the same. Alpha Eugene descended the stone steps with purpose in his







