Regina "Ahh..." Where am I, and why the fuck does it hurt so bad? I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The room was unfamiliar, and the throbbing pain in my head intensified with each passing moment. I tried to recall what happened, but my memory was hazy. I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings and figure out how I ended up in this painful state. I was lying on a bed in a room that looked like it belonged in a hospital. "Thank God, you're awake." I heard Sam sigh in relief as he wrapped his arms around mine. I could feel the warmth of his embrace, which offered some comfort amidst the confusion and pain. As I glanced at Sam's worried expression, I couldn't help but wonder what might have happened. "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?" Sam asked, concern evident in his voice. I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry and scratchy, making it difficult to form words. Despite the pain and confusion, I managed to shake my head,

Richard I sighed, defeated by the weight of my responsibility. As I pondered the question, a thought crossed my mind: perhaps I could ask him for help. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if reaching out for assistance was the right decision. However, the realization that I couldn't bear the burden alone compelled me to gather the courage and seek his guidance. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. As the phone rang, my heart raced with anticipation. Would he be willing to lend a helping hand? Would he understand the gravity of the situation? I took a deep breath, hoping that my plea for assistance would not fall on deaf ears. "I will help you," he said, his voice filled with empathy and reassurance. "But wait, how do you know I was calling you for your help?" I asked, curiosity lacing my words. He chuckled softly on the other end of the line, his warm laughter putting me at ease. "I could sense the urgency in your voice," he replied. "And besides, who else would you turn t

Regina "Peter... " I shouted, my voice trembling with fear and disbelief, as I felt something grab my leg. I looked down to see a bloodied hand reaching out from beneath the debris. “Regina, just calm down, and don’t you move a bit?" I heard Peter say as he made his way close to me, his voice filled with concern and determination. I nodded my head as I tried to assess the situation. I could feel the tension in the air as Peter carefully examined the hand, his brows furrowed in concentration. With a sudden surge of strength, he managed to free my leg from its grasp. Relief washed over me, but the sight of the blood on his hands only intensified my fear of what lay beneath the debris. “Peter...?” I asked, my voice shaking. I could barely form my words with my heart pounding in my chest. “Is the person alive?” Peter's face grew solemn as he met my gaze, but he chose to remain silent about my words. “We should leave the place.” Peter changed the subject as he took my hand in his as w

Richard "Alpha, some wolves from the northern border have entered our territory and are launching relentless attacks on our pack. The safety and well-being of our pack members are at stake, and we must devise a strategic plan to defend ourselves and safeguard our territory. One of the Alpha's minds linked me. "How dire is the situation there?" I asked, concerned about the severity of the threat. The Alpha responded, "The attacks have been escalating rapidly, and if we don't take immediate action, our pack's survival could be in jeopardy." The Alpha's concern was evident in his mind link, emphasizing the urgency of the situation. The relentless attacks from the wolves on our territory have escalated, posing a significant threat to our pack's survival and leaving us with no choice but to act swiftly and decisively. "We must gather our strongest warriors and launch a counterattack immediately." The Alpha's voice resonated with determination as he continued, "We cannot afford to wai

Richard As the moonlight illuminates my fur, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The scent of fear wafted in the air as I prepared to face Charles, determined to defend my pack with every ounce of strength within me. My pack relied on me to protect them, and I couldn't let them down. With each passing second, my muscles tightened, ready to spring into action. The howls of my comrades echoed in the distance, fueling my determination to emerge victorious against Chales' relentless aggression. "So, here you are; I was kind of waiting for you." Chales' voice cut through the tension, his words dripping with arrogance. His smug expression only fueled my determination further as I locked eyes with him, refusing to show any signs of weakness. I took a deep breath, steadying myself for the battle that lay ahead. "So, what are you waiting for?" Charles continues holding a dagger in his hand, his eyes gleaming with malice. I watched him closely, but he paid no attention to