"You underestimated me, father," Liam said, his voice cold and hard. "You thought you could control me, but you are wrong. This is the end of the road for you."He was interrupted when he heard a yell coming from the passageway. His father had mind-linked the guards and they were on their way.Liam's heart was pounding in his chest as he ran towards the door and slipped through, running the opposite way. "Get him!" His father yelled. "Don't let him escape!"He could hear the guards' footsteps pounding behind him, their angry shouts filling the air. He knew that if they caught him, he would never be able to escape.But to his chagrin, he had been surrounded. With a burst of speed, Liam dodged to the left as one of the guards swung his sword at him. The blade missed him by inches, but Liam could feel the rush of air as it passed by. He gasped, his breath hitching in his voice. Liam vaulted over a nearby bench, using it as leverage to push himself even further. The guards were closing

"Welcome once again," Yvonne said, greeting the woman as warmly as she could. "I'm Yvonne, Alpha Uther's Luna. and he asked me to help you with whatever you need."Mrs. Wilson nodded, her face stoic and unreadable. "Thank you, Yvonne. I appreciate your assistance. I'm Mrs. Wilson."Yvonne smiled, relieved that Mrs. Wilson seemed willing to work with her. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Wilson. Can I ask the maids to get you anything? Water, coffee, tea?"Mrs. Wilson shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine."Yvonne nodded, trying to keep the conversation going. "So, Mrs. Wilson, how long have you been a midwife? Is it your first time working with werewolves?"Mrs. Wilson sighed, clearly annoyed with the small talk. "I've been a midwife for over thirty years, and I've worked with all sorts of creatures. Including werewolves."Yvonne nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed by her own awkwardness. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just trying to get to know you better."Mrs. Wil

As Liam emerged from the cave, he felt the icy wind slice through his fur, sending shivers down his spine. The snow was deep, and he had to struggle to make any headway as he made his way to a nearby lake.His hunger and thirst gnawed at him, but he knew he had to be cautious. The rogues could be anywhere, and he couldn't let his guard down for a moment. His father's former pack was always watching, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Liam had to be careful, especially in his wolf form, which made him a prime target.As he approached the lake, he sniffed the air, scanning for any hint of danger. The smell of fresh water was tantalizing, and he lapped at the edge of the lake, savoring the cool, clear liquid. His thirst was quenched, but his hunger still rumbled in his belly.Liam lifted his head and surveyed his surroundings, searching for any sign of the rogues. He could see for miles, thanks to his sharp wolf vision. The snow-covered hills were barren, and the only sound was the ru

Liam's eyes scanned the dark, moonless sky, and the forest floor as he stepped out of the cave. He took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs. The hunger and thirst were overwhelming, and he could feel the primal urge to hunt coursing through his veins. He knew he needed to feed, but he also knew that he couldn't risk being caught in his current state.He prowled through the forest, his senses heightened by his wolf form. Every sound, every movement, and every scent was amplified in his mind. His keen eyesight allowed him to see through the darkness, and his sharp hearing picked up the faintest of sounds. He could hear the scurrying of small animals, the rustling of leaves, and the distant howl of a pack.As he moved deeper into the forest, he felt his muscles ripple beneath his fur. The strength and power of his wolf were intoxicating, and Liam reveled in the sensation. He was faster and more agile but terribly hungry. He felt like he could take on anything and anyone, a

The stillness of the air was shattered by the sound of distant screams, the clashing of metal, and the shattering of wood. The once serene night was now filled with the chaos of battle. The noise grew louder and closer, a cacophony of blood-curdling cries and the clash of swords. The ground shook beneath their feet as the sound of something heavy crashed to the earth. Penelope clutched her mother's hand tightly, her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. The door to their room burst open, and one of the guards appeared, his face contorted with terror."Your Highnesses, we are under attack!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the deafening noise outside. "A Lycan has breached the perimeter and is attacking the Pack! He can't be stopped."Penelope's heart sank as she heard the news. The Lycans were known for their brutality and lack of mercy. She felt helpless, resigned to her fate as she knew the odds were not in their favor. But she was very confused, as to why a Lycan would a