ELSA'S POV. I found myself in a dark and deserted place, the air was thick with the stench of fear and desperation. Suddenly, I saw her, a stranger, calling out to me, pleading for help. Her eyes were filled with terror as she ran towards me, her voice hoarse with desperation."Please, help me," she cried out, tears streaming down her face. "He's coming for me. I don't want to die."I felt the weight of her fear crushing me, and I tried to run, but my feet were rooted to the spot. The stranger reached out to me, her fingers barely brushing mine before she disappeared into the darkness.Suddenly, I saw my father, battered and bruised, begging for mercy. He was in the clutches of a monster, a monster that I know I should be able to defeat. But I was frozen, unable to move, unable to do anything as my father screamed in agony.I felt a cold sweat break out on my skin as I watched the scene unfold before me. The monster loomed over my father, ready to deliver the final blow. I tried to s

I could feel my heart racing in my chest, pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to burst. My whole body was trembling, and my mind was racing with thoughts of what could be happening to me. I was struggling with all my might against the iron grip that held me firmly in place, but it was no use. The person was too strong, and I couldn't move an inch.I whimpered in terror as I felt his grip tighten even further, his fingers digging into my skin. I could feel my breaths becoming more and more labored, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. All I could think about was how helpless and vulnerable I was in this situation, and I couldn't even see who was holding me.The darkness that surrounded us seemed to close in, suffocating me and making it even harder to breathe. My mind raced with a million different scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. Was this it? Was I going to die here, alone and scared, with no one to save me?I tried to speak, to beg for mercy or at least

ALPHA ARTHUR'S POV.As I stood there at the gate, confusion and anger burning within me, I realized I had no idea what to do next. My mind was racing with questions, doubts, and fears. Where could Elsa have gone? Was she taken by someone? Why didn't anyone see her? I had so many unanswered questions, and I didn't know who to trust.And the fact that nobody had any positive answers to my questions had me pissed off so much that I wanted to punch something to relieve my anger or take my wolf for a very long run. I could feel my wolf simmering below the surface as the whole thing happened. I growled at him to be still but he was far from that. Moments like this when he grew agitated left me with no choice other than to find the source of his discomfort.Turning towards the guards, I asked them, "Have any of you seen Elsa? Where did she go?"They all looked at each other, and one of them spoke up, "No, my Lord. We haven't seen her. We don't know where she went."I felt my blood boil. "Th

ARTHUR'S POV.I stood there, staring at Elsa, who was seated on the bed, looking as surprised as I was. But my anger was directed towards Ursula, who was standing there with a guilty look on her face.My blood boiled with rage as I realized the extent of her deceit. She had deliberately misled me and the rest of the pack, causing us to waste valuable time searching for Elsa when she was safe all along. My jaw clenched as I struggled to contain my fury.I couldn't believe that Ursula, my wife, would betray me and the pack like this. I had always trusted her, but now that trust had been shattered. I could feel the heat rising in my body, my muscles tensing as I fought to control my rage.As I glared at Ursula, she flinched under my intense gaze. She knew she had done wrong, and the guilt was written all over her face. But her remorse was too little, too late. My fury burned hot like wildfire, and nothing she could say or do would quench it.I felt betrayed, humiliated, and furious all a

ELSA'S POV. I returned to my room, my back still aching from the previous night's events. I wanted to take a bath and prepare for the day ahead, hoping that things would start to look up. As I drew the bath and waited for it to fill up, I realized that I was still confused about what had happened between me and Savio. I was still scared, yet inexplicably drawn to him. I pushed those thoughts aside for now and decided to focus on getting ready.I stepped outside to grab my clothes, but what I saw next completely shocked me. My mother was sitting on my bed, blood streaming from her eyes. I was taken aback and couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought I was hallucinating or something. Her eyes were like nothing I had ever seen before. They were completely red as if she had been crying blood. Her skin was ashen, and she looked as if she was on the brink of death.I stumbled backward, my heart racing. I tried to speak, but no words came out. I couldn't even scream. All I could do was