I reclined on my luxurious bed, I called out to my maid, "Maria, come here." Maria promptly entered my room and asked, "What can I do for you, my lady?" "Go to the designer's store and get me the most beautiful dress they have," I commanded. Maria bowed and left, promising to return soon with the dress. Hours later, I heard a soft knock on my door and Maria entered, holding a beautifully wrapped package. I tore open the paper to reveal three stunning dresses. Each one was more gorgeous than the last, each made from the finest silk and adorned with shimmering gems. The first was a floor-length gown in a rich emerald green, with a fitted bodice and full skirt that would twirl beautifully as I danced. The second was a ball gown in a deep sapphire blue, with a sweetheart neckline and a skirt that was covered in delicate beading. And the third was a straple

  … Rowland pov… I walked into my office, ready for a briefing on the current state of the pack. I sat down at my desk and motioned for Thomas, my guard, to come forward. "Thomas, what's the report on the pack?" I asked, my brow furrowed with concern. "Unfortunately, things are not looking good, sir," Thomas replied solemnly. "The plague that's been spreading through the pack is getting worse. We've tried everything we can to contain it, but it's just getting worse." I frowned, the weight of the situation settling heavily on my shoulders. "And what about the other packs? Have they reached out to offer any help?" Thomas shook his head. "I'm afraid not. In fact, all the other packs have cut all connections with us because of the disease. They don't want to risk getting infected." I rubbed my temples, trying to come up wit

 … Elena POV…  I eagerly opened its pages. As I flipped through the pages, I saw countless diagrams and illustrations of mythical creatures, spells, and potions. I searched through the pages, searching for any hint of a cure for the sickness that plagued my village. The illustrations were detailed, but the writing was cryptic and difficult to decipher. As I reached the end of the book, I came upon a page unlike any other. It was an intricate drawing of a carved stone with strange designs etched into its surface. I gazed upon the picture, trying to make sense of its meaning. I frowned as I realized that I couldn't decipher the symbols, no matter how hard I tried. I sighed in frustration and was about to close the book when a faint glow caught my eye. I looked back at the page, and the carved stone seemed to pulse with a soft light. Intrigued, I reac

  … Alpha Rowland pov…  I entered the meeting room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The members of the top pack were all gathered around the conference table, their faces etched with concern, fear and confusion. I took a deep breath and made my way to an open seat, scanning the faces of everyone in the room. The tension was palpable. I cleared my throat and spoke up, addressing the members of the top pack. "Ladies and gentlemen," I began. "We are here today to discuss the current state of our community and the spread of the disease that has been affecting us all."I stood at the head of the council table, looking around at the assembled members. This was a critical moment, and I knew that I needed to be clear and concise in my delivery. I had called the doctor in charge of the camp to give us a report on the current state of the situation, and I was eager to hear what he had to

  Freya frowned. "What happened to them?" she asked. "The plague," I said, sighing. "It's affected everything and everyone in our community, including the maintenance of the gardens and parks. No one has been taking care of them, and now they're just a shadow of what they once were." Freya looked at me, her expression filled with sadness. "It's such a shame," she said. "I've never seen anything like this before." "I used to come here when I was a young man," I said. "I would spend hours walking through the rocky mountains, admiring the beauty of this place. But now, it's just a memory, a reminder of what once was." Freya looked at me, her eyes filled with understanding. "It must be hard for you," she said. "To see all of this change." I nodded. "It is," I said. "But at least I have memories of what it was like before. Memories of beauty and peace."