Twisted Fates

ARCHERTHE QUEEN MOTHER handed Archer some scrolls which he went through.King Anton was the fifth werewolf king and his reign was not the most peaceful one as he had recurring rogue issues throughout. During that time, rogues had not been given a portion of the werewolf land and were rebelling.The rogue Alpha threatened to take what the king held most valuable if he continued resisting their demands. King Anton refused to be swayed by his decision to not give them a part of his kingdom.That decision turned detrimental when his mate, the Queen, was taken by the rogue Alpha. King Anton tried all possible ways to find his mate but could not, as the rogues were in cohorts with the mages which helped keep them hidden.King Anton consulted a witch who told him about an ancient ritual which their ancestors had forgotten about. They called it the sacred binding. It was an ancient way of finding mates when a werewolf neared his prime without finding their mates.The witch handed the ancient

ARCHERFOR A WHILE the room was left in silence as Ryan thought. Having drawn a blank, Ryan immediately shook his head, as Archer held himself back from palming his face."Nothing... nothing at all. He achieved nothing but decreased revenue, increased taxes and an increased rate of emigrated wolves."He even managed to do what no Alpha has ever done; how does someone even lose in a category which never even existed?" Archer asked in obvious disbelief.Ryan looked confused but amused. "What do you mean, Alpha?""He was rated the worst Alpha for thirty years. Thirty fucking years!" Archer exclaimed in awe."No one informed me that there was a category like that in the yearly pack leaders awards," Ryan thought aloud."That's because there was not. It was recently made up by wolves on the Wolfnet. He is the only nominee and the only winner. Even his own Pack wolves voted for him," Archer stated before putting down the file.Ryan was unable to help himself any longer and burst into laughter

ARCHERFOUR HOURS AND two minutes later, they were landing in an airport in New York City. Commander Samuel led Darius to another car, where they both sat at the back."Where was Elder Shanon last sighted?" Archer asked. "She lives in a small house nearby," Sam responded.Compared to the busy city of New York, Archer's Pack was quieter. Montana was given to the wolves by the government of the United States after the first peace treaty was drafted. The council of supernatural creatures had an agreement with the human leaders; the humans kept to themselves and the creatures would too. No one bothered each other. And besides the leaders, the humans had no idea of the existence of the creatures. It was safer that way as humans feared what they did not understand. Due to fear, the earliest humans tried to wage war against the creatures but were quickly defeated and the survivors agreed to keep the creatures' existence a secret from their offspring. When he was a lot younger, his mothe

ARCHER HE CLOSED HIS eyes as he thought. He would not be able to take it if the search failed. His wolf barked a warning as its human counterpart no longer paid attention to it. Archer had no other choice but to watch the whole process. On getting Archer's attention, the Wolf concentrated on the mate bond. He focused all his spiritual energy on locating the person on the other side of the bond. Archer could feel his energy draining in huge amounts the more the wolf searched. His wolf gave into exhaustion first and shifted back into the human form. Archer lay naked on the floor, panting and drained. His eyes began to close as his energy seeped away. He was quickly losing consciousness. Archer's eye rolled to the back of his head and he lost consciousness, not before thinking aloud,"Hotel Aqua." *****Archer's green eyes shot open. He was greeted by white ceilings and a very unfamiliar room: a white room. He pulled the comforter off him to see that he was also dressed in formal

CLARISSAIt is said that good things happen when they are least expected, and Clarissa could not believe her luck. Just when she thought she would die as an old lady with four cats, a handsome stranger came and swept her off her feet. His captivating green eyes drew her in and it took everything in her to stop herself from swooning. She did want to give him a chance but her fear of getting hurt overcame that want. She would rather admire him from afar than go close and get hurt in the end. She found it charming how confused and lost for words he was. And the way he stared at her, it was like she was the only woman in the world. His pointed gaze and blatant staring were enough to get her heart racing nervously. "Can you stop acting like a lovesick puppy and focus on your work?!" Stacy snapped, bringing Clarissa out of her daydreaming. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking." Clarissa blushed, mortified by her friend's outburst. Stacy rolled her eyes. "Don't you see it?" "See what?" A