With a deafening battle cry, I launch myself at the closest assailant, teeth bared and claws extended. The clash is swift and savage, bodies colliding in a flurry of fur and fangs. I dodge their frenzied attacks, my instincts honed and my senses heightened. The scent of sweat and blood fills the air, mingling with the lingering scent of cologne.Amidst the chaos, words are exchanged, taunts and threats that punctuate each strike. “Is that all you’ve got?” I snarl, my voice a guttural growl. “I expected more from the so-called elite.”Their responses come in the form of lunges and slashes, their claws tearing through the air with deadly precision. I evade their strikes, my movements fluid and calculated. But the sheer number of opponents begins to take its toll, their coordinated assault starting to breach my defenses.Their claws rake across my fur, leaving trails of blood in their wake. I feel the sting of their wounds, a searing pain that only fuels my determination. I refuse to yie

Silver’s cold gaze meets mine, her eyes devoid of any emotion. I notice that Lily, who had been engrossed in her chicken feast, abruptly stops eating, sensing the tension in the air.“Natasha,” Silver’s voice cuts through the silence, her tone measured and detached. “Lucien has been looking for you.”Her words hang in the air, and a sense of unease settles within me. Silver’s behavior is unusually distant, and I can’t help but wonder what has transpired to cause this change in her demeanor. I’ve always relied on her as a trusted confidante, but now her unreadable expression leaves me feeling uncertain and on edge.Silently, I bow my head in acknowledgement, offering a wordless thanks to both Silver and Lily. Their presence, though fraught with an air of tension, still provides a modicum of comfort amidst the turmoil that surrounds me. With a sense of duty, I turn to leave the chamber, my thoughts filled with questions about Lucien’s intentions.As I make my way to Lucien’s room,

There I am, still in my bedroom, lost in my thoughts about Natasha and the silky texture of her hair. Suddenly, Adam enters the room, accompanied by one of the men. He looks ordinary, with an average appearance and a normal physique. Adam convinces him to speak up and share what he witnessed.I fix my gaze on the man, my voice dripping with a mix of authority and skepticism “Tell me what you saw.”Confidently, the man begins to recount his observation “I saw Natasha heading towards the dungeon.”My initial reaction is disbelief. How could Natasha be going to the dungeon? I warn the man, my tone laced with a chilling threat “If what you say is proven false, you will lose your life.”Despite my doubts, the man remains steadfast in his claim, unwavering in his confidence. My curiosity is piqued, and I swiftly dress myself, preparing to investigate the truth. Throughout the entire ordeal, I maintain a calm and composed demeanor, not allowing any hint of my inner turmoil to show.As I stri

It’s really cold out in this forest, I rub my hands together and I can feel the vaporized air coming out of my mouth with every breath I take. Immediately I reach familiar grounds I take the chance with the first pay phone I see and call Adam, describing my location and he comes straight to me and picks me up. As I call Adam, he arrives promptly to pick me up, his expression filled with concern and anger as he takes in my burnt and torn clothes. I keep my shoulders high and fold my arms tightly, refusing to speak a word as we ride in silence.Returning to my mansion, an eerie silence envelops the surroundings. We enter the living room, and I stumble in, bloodied and exhausted. The weight of betrayal from Natasha lingers in my thoughts, adding to my weariness. I let out a heavy sigh, my gaze shifting up to the sparkling chandelier above.Adam gently taps my back twice, a silent gesture of support, before making his way upstairs, leaving me to my own thoughts. I retreat into myself, fe

“Lucien doesn’t even value the treacherous attempt a taking his own life as much as he values you.” It’s like she’s speaking in parables, I cannot understand a single word she speaks. “Please be extra detailed” I plead. Silver takes a deep breath and holds my shoulder, “all I’m saying is, Lucien is very protective of you, and it seems all of your actions get to him more than you know” it all starts to make sense now and I nod severally. I listen to Silver’s words, her attempt to provide some solace amidst the turmoil. While a part of me acknowledges the validity of her perspective, it does little to assuage the pain and anger that surges through me. “But Tyler… he was killed so unjustly, Silver,” I argue, my voice laced with frustration and sadness.Her gentle hand rests upon my back, offering a comforting touch. She encourages me to eat, reminding me of the date, October 3rd. I furrow my brow, curious about the significance of that particular day. “What’s special about October 3rd