After a day in the woods again, camping alone and sleeping on trees, Eirika's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the massive pack of black werewolves march by. She need not guess where they were coming from and she silently prayed that Nigel and his father and Brook with the rest of the Silvertooth Nightstalkers Pack are alright. She watched from her perch as the group of werewolves passed beneath her, their numbers milling massively in hordes. She waited until they had moved on before climbing down from the tree. Knowing they were heading back to the black wolves' territory, she started to trail them, unconsciously making a decision to find Roffe Barther. She moved silently through the woods, staying just far enough behind the group so as not to be noticed. They moved quickly, their massive forms blending seamlessly into the night. She had to use all her stealth and agility to keep up with them, but she managed to do so. She watched as they made their way deeper into the fo

Eirika slowly opened her eyes, blinking in the dim light of the walled-up dungeon. Her head throbbed from where she had been knocked out, and she could feel the cold stone floor beneath her. She tried to get up, but her body was weak, and her muscles refused to cooperate. She shivered, feeling the cold seep into her bones. The walls of the dungeon were damp, and the air smelled musty and stale. She had no idea how long she had been here, but it felt like days since she had last eaten or drunk anything. A piteous sob escaped her lips and she shook with tears. She wished they had killed her outrightly. So she wouldn't have to face Arric. She figured he would have found out about her by now, and if no one had come for her, then she was right about her deductions. Arric hate her now and had indeed left her to her fate – to rot and starve to death. Because she was certain she would soon enough. Lack of food would make her waste away that is if the cold did not kill her first. She was e

Nigel crouched low to the ground, his muscles tensing as he prepared to fight. Eirika silently noted that their assailants were a mix of werewolves and unchanging, and there were about ten of them. "Where is the she-wolf?" one of them asked. "What she-wolf?" Nigel replied in a cold tone. "Give her to us and walk away…" another growled. "Why don't you come and make me," Nigel snarled a reply. The ten then started to close in on him. It was an unchanging that lunged at Nigel first with a knife, but Nigel was too quick for him. He dodged the attack and delivered a powerful punch to his gut, sending him flying into a nearby tree. Another one, a werewolf, transformed into his lupine form and charged at Nigel with a vicious snarl. Nigel met the werewolf head-on, his own transformation into his Lycan instant and frightening The two beasts clashed, their teeth and claws glinting in the moonlight as they fought for dominance. Nigel was quick and agile, dodging the werewolf's attacks

"No! Arric, please!" Eirika cried weakly. "You have one minute to tell me what happened in that arena Eirika Mikain Aedelwulf before I crush your boyfriend's neck!" "Arric, please, it is me you want! Let him go!" Eirika cried. "Speak!" Arric growled, refusing to look at her, holding the gaze of the Lycan, who was supposedly a friend to his mate. From where he stood he could perceive his scent on her and he wanted to crush his neck for that whether she answered him or not. "This is not the way. She is weak!" Nigel managed to croak through a clenched jaw. Arric darted a glance her way then and watched as the hood covering her head fell back. His heart literally shook in his chest at the sight of her. Her skin was pale, and her eyes and cheeks were sunken. She seemed weak and was even struggling to stay upright her eyes mirrored weakness and exhaustion. And her hair color was all wrong and appeared brittle and dry. 'Goddess,' the word echoed in his head. Steelclaw whimpered. A

“He just left, alpha… I heard he was going after the witch!” “The witch, huh?” Arric repeated. “Where is Boyd?” he asked. Boyd was his father’s third in command. “He is around… i-in the pack, alpha,” another guard answered. “Shall I radio him?” the second guard asked. “No. I will find him myself,” Arric said, “If you dare alert him, I am going to gut you all!” Arric growled. The werewolves swallowed hard. “Y-yes boss,” they chorused. Arric walked back to where Bishop parked with the other car. York and Jarom had already gotten down with Nigel. Caineghis got down as well and the four followed Arric. Arric went to stand by the passenger’s window and lowered his face to peer inside, resting his elbow on the doorpost He settled his gaze on Eirika's unconscious form, noting a peculiar tranquility inside him that had been absent for months. ‘She is weak. You need to hold her. Help her heal,’ Steelclaw said in his head. The thought of holding Eirika again made his heart skip a