CONNECTIONS
Ayla’s eyes fluttered open, taking in her surroundings, her head throbbing in pain. She winced as a sharp pain shot through her skull. She was met with the sterile smell and pale walls of a hospital room. As she tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness hit her, forcing her back onto her pillow. “What am I doing here? What happened?” She groggily said. “You’re in a hospital, Miss Thompson.” The gentle voice of a nurse responded, “You were brought in here with a head injury, do you remember what happened?” Ayla’s mind raced, the confusion evident on her face. “What are you talking about, Where are my babies?” She asked. “Your triplets, sweetie. They're not here. Can you think back to the last thing you remember doing with them?” The nurse told her. Ayla's eyes widened in horror as memories suddenly flooded back. “Oh God, oh God, no! We...we were going for ice cream...their birthday...then...then...The van! It pulled up and took them! My babies, oh no, my poor babies.” Ayla's frantic screams filled the room The nurse rushed to restrain her, “Miss Thompson, stop! You'll hurt yourself!" But Ayla was beyond consolation, her mind consumed by the nightmare she had just recalled. "I tried to fight...but someone hit me...and...and...everything went dark.” She sobbed. Ayla got frantic as she tried to get out bed.“Oh dear, I need to find my babies, let me out of her so I can go find them!” She begged the nurse who desperately tried to hold her back, finally she said, “Ma’am, you need to calm down.” She held her back. “The cops are outside and they’re here to ask you some questions, they’re here to help you find them, okay?” Ayla nodded, then the nurse let the officers in. They began by introducing themselves and asking some routine questions. “Do you know anyone who you think may be responsible? Any enemies?” They asked, but she couldn’t think of think of anyone.# “From the footage we were able to pull,” one of the officers began, “you were able to pull off one of the attacker’s mask, did you recognize this person?” Ayla tearfully replied “Before I could see his face, I was struck with the gun. Officers, please help me find my babies, I beg of you.” The first man nodded as he took notes. “We’ll enhance the footage and work hard to find the perpetrators. We’ll do our best tot reunite you with your children, be rest assured.” He told her. Days turned to into weeks and Ayla still hadn’t gotten a word from the cops.She visited the police station daily, pleading for updates. She was miserable, she couldn’t eat, sleep or even focus on her job, it had gotten so bad that her boss had to lay her off. Then, a there was breakthrough! The police had a lead. Ayla’s heart raced with hope as she rushed to the police station that morning. But when she met the officer in charge of the case, his expression turned grim. “Ma’am, we've managed to identify the man in the footage. His name is Ryker, a notorious terrorist werewolf with ties to powerful organizations. Our last Intel suggests he's returned to DC.” “So?” Ayla's eyes widened in horror. “What does this mean? Can you arrest him?” The officer's face turned understanding but firm. “Unfortunately, Ma’am, our hands are tied. Ryker has connections, powerful allies who protect him. Unless you have connections of your own, I'm afraid we can't help you.” Ayla's heart sank, as a sense of dread crept over her. “Con-Connections” She stuttered. “You mean like money or influence?” The officer nodded. “I'm afraid so. In this city, justice often comes with a price tag.” Ayla swallowed hard as her mind raced, and then one person came to mind, bur she reminded herself that she couldn’t dare go back. FLASHBACK Ayla stood behind the Blackford Estate in the dead of night, the moon casting eerie shadows on the grounds as she impatiently waited for Sophia. It had been four weeks since Sophia’s marriage and coronation but then, Ayla made a recent discovery that she couldn’t keep to herself anymore. “What are you doing here, Ayla?” Sophia asked as she emerged from the shadows. “Weren’t you banished? Weren’t you supposed to leave town and never come back?” Ayla came closer to her, but Sophia quickly stepped back, “What are you doing?” She asked, her tone laced with disgust. “Soph, we need to talk.” Her voice was urgent and shaky. “Please, it’s important.” Sophia raised a brow. “What could you possibly have to say that’s so important?” Ayla voice cracked with emotions as she said, “I’m pregnant. And Ethan is the father.” Sophia’s face remained devoid of emotions as she replied. “And?” “And? You’re not upset?” tears swelled down her eyes. “He was supposed to be my mate, I was suppose to be the Luna. He rejected me, he chose you over me. He threw me away like I meant nothing…I thought you were forced into this.” “Oh, I wasn’t forced into this, this was my destiny, Ayla.” She retorted in a cold tone. “So you’re not even sorry, you’re not even sorry that you hurt me so bad?” Tear finally trickled down her face. Sophia’s expression didn’t falter as she told Ayla that she had moved on, and so should she. It was obvious that she didn’t care about Ayla and probably never did, but Ayla just realized it. She watched as Sophia pulled out a fat envelope from her cloak. “Somehow, I knew it was you, I wouldn’t be caught dead talking to you right now, Ayla. Here’s a large sum of money. Get an abortion and leave town. Faraway.” Ayla felt a mix of emotions: anger, hurt and betrayal. Sophia was ruthless, her voice dripping with manipulation as she continued. “Ayla, if you ever come back, it’ll be a betrayal of our friendship. I finally got everything I wanted, do you want to ruin that? Look, if you ruin this for me…I’d never forgive that. So promise me you’ll never cone back, that you’ll start a new life and leave the past behind.” Ayla felt a pang of guilt and sadness, she knew that Sophia was using their friendship to control her. But she also knew she had no choice. So with tears pouring down her face, she took the money and nodded. “I promise, Sophia…I’ll never come back.”"I just can't believe this is really happening."Ayla stood before the grand hall, her breath caught in her throat. For the air was filled with the sound of laughter and music, chatter of people joyful in celebration, for it was a cause for merrymaking-a fulfillment of a well-waited-for moment, for after months passed by trials and battles which brought heartaches, it had finally come:Her wedding.Her real wedding.She now turned to Ethan; her heart soaring with so much love, the intensity in his eyes keeping hers with force-the many somersaults happened within her, strong and hot oozing out in every direction. And mostly, he stood tall, an Alpha. The gaze that hit her-as if he were none other than only hers-took out all that effect."You are beautiful," he whispered.Ayla smiled, soft eyes to his. "You are perfect," she said, her tone husky low.Her hand found his, and he squeezed, offering a reassuring smile. All the betrayal, the loss, the danger-everything isn't a factor as they
"Please…spare me."Trembling in fear, words stuttered through the lips of Sophie as she knelt down in front of the council with her once proud posture now shredded. Her hands so tender and well manicured shook on the ice-cold stone floor. The grand hall of the White Fang Pack closed in around her, its high, vaulted ceiling little barrier for the oppressive weight of a hundred accusing eyes. Every murmured whisper, every hiss of disapproval was a blow.Once, she had stood at the pinnacle, the Luna of Moon Shadow Pack. Her beauty, her guile, and a keen mind had placed her there. She had ruled with a rod of iron; her will was absolute. She was feared, respected. Now, though, she was nothing.The air hung heavy with judgment, thick. She was degraded from being once respected to no more than a desperate beggar on her knees in front of people who at one time bowed to her. But fate had sealed from that particular moment when the truth made her stand exposed as a betrayer, while from then on,
Ethan chuckled darkly, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers surrounding Silas and Liam. “Outnumbered? No, Silas. I'm just better prepared.”Before Silas could reply, Ethan raised his hand in a sharp motion, and his men surged forward.“Attack!” Ethan's voice boomed across the battlefield.There came the resounding clang of steel to steel as Ethan's men hit Silas and Liam's lot. Blades shimmered in the moonlight, and snarls from wolves that had taken their transformed form were raised high in the air.Silas charged, swinging his sword into one of the soldiers of Ethan. "You fools think you can take me down?" he roared, the blows powerful but wild.Ethan watched above, his keen eyes judging the action. "Silas, you have always been good at giving orders," he said in a low tone, "but strategy-just where you always fall short."On the other side, Liam kept back, his eyes darting on the happenings on the field. His mind worked hard. This wasn't how this should go. How did Ethan know?”"Liam!
A dull, throbbing ache was the first sensation to greet Ayla as she regained consciousness. its focus in her abdomen, threatening to engulf her whole body. The effort of trying to turn sent a sharp sting coursing through her ribs.A small whimper tore from her lips.The room was dark, heavy with the scent of herbs and antiseptic. She became conscious of the warmth of the blankets tangled around her, the wooden ceiling of her bedroom in the pack house.She was in her bedroom and still alive.It came piece by piece, that knowledge, but before any other awareness could surface, a low husky voice sliced through the quiet."Ayla…"Her heart spasmed.Ethan.She forced her heavy eyelids open, blinking against the soft glow of the bedside lamp.There he was, sitting beside her, his face pale, his jaw tight with emotion. His dark eyes, always so fierce and commanding, now held something else. Fear and Guilt.Ayla swallowed, trying to find her voice. "Ethan…?"His hand immediately covered hers.
The execution ground was dead silent.Countless couples watched in a scene with bated breath as Liam was dragged to the front with hands and legs in heavy irons, his shoulder squared despite such a weight weighing down on him with his prospective death. Yet, his face displayed not a smidgen of emotion, tranquil as it was.Arms bound, the warriors standing around him gripped his arms in firm holds of flexed muscle, eyes flickering to and from each other in silent consensus. Nobody was trusting Liam, even chained.Ethan stood at the head; a gold stud that shone bright and flashed with fury almost stirred. At his sides, fists were bunched, barely repressing the wolf inside his skin.This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.The moment when it all came to an end. The moment when Liam's betrayal was finally going to be answered in blood.The elder of the council stepped forward and cleared his throat."Liam Hayes, you have been found guilty of treason against the White Fang Pack. Yo
The heavy iron door groaned while it swung open, its creaking echoing and breaking the suffocative silence of the dimly lit corridor. The scraping of boots on stone resounded through the space, rattling chains along. The air was thick with damp earth, rusted metal, and impending death.The guards dragged Liam from his cell, and Liam was not a man to show resistance. He said nothing, struggled not, gave no flinch to Cold Iron, biting into his skin with the shackles. He just walked forward, straight, expressionless, his gait even.But inside, his mind was far from still.He knew it, the instant Silas fell; just like that, it was over. No bargaining, no appeal. It was sealed; he had chosen his path, and now he would walk it to its bitter conclusion.But even knowing that-even knowing his life would be over before the sun set-there was only one thing on his mind.Ayla.She was out there, beyond these cold, unyielding walls. And soon he would see her one last time.The thought should have