As my eyes scanned the handwritten words, I felt a connection to a narrative that had unfolded over time, leaving its mark on the pages."If you're reading this book," I began reading aloud, my voice a steady cadence in the room, "then it's because Alpha Draxler betrayed or killed me. There aren't many contents in it; it's mostly about the incident that happened 12 years ago."The weight of those words hung in the air, creating a somber atmosphere that permeated the room. The mention of betrayal and death, woven into the simple declaration, cast a shadow over our gathering. A glance at Fernanda revealed a pallor on her face, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and anticipation. Subtly, she gestured for me to continue reading, and I obliged, compelled to unravel the layers of the narrative."As I recount the incident," I read on, "I hope it sheds light on the motivations and alliances that led to this moment. The truth, though painful, must be known."The gravity of those words settle

Fernanda's POV:As we awaited judgment from the Midnight Shadow pack, a nagging thought crept into my mind, a notion that felt like a whisper from some instinctual depth. I raised my hand, a signal for their attention, and as they turned toward me, the gravity of the moment etched across their faces."You know," I began, my voice soft but carrying the weight of conviction, "what if we turn the tables on Draxler? What if we use what he least expects against him?"Curiosity sparked in their eyes, a flicker of hope amidst the ominous ambiance. I suggested something unconventional, something borne out of necessity and desperation. My proposal lingered in the air like a challenge, daring us to defy the fate scripted by the looming shadows."I've been thinking," I continued, "what if each of you has a sip of my blood? It might give us the edge we need—make us stronger, faster. Alpha Draxler won't see it coming."Sergio, my steadfast mate, raised an eyebrow, his gaze locked with mine. His co

As I waded through the chaos, nearby enemy warriors attempted to impede my progress. With swift and deliberate movements, I fended them off, a dance of blades and fur that showcased the primal instincts guiding my actions. Every strike was executed with utmost focus, my mind consumed by the singular goal of reaching Damian."Fernanda, if you don't calm down, you're going to make a mistake and make yourself highly vulnerable," Lara, my wolf, warned with a sense of urgency. Her voice echoed in the recesses of my mind, a reminder of the risks inherent in letting anger override reason. But I was too consumed by fury to heed the caution. The taste of vengeance lingered on my tongue, driving me forward with relentless determination.I continued to forge ahead, my senses honed on the direction and scent of Damian's voice. The battlefield was a cacophony of clashes and roars, each step a deliberate stride toward the confrontation that awaited. The anticipation of our impending clash heightened

The charged atmosphere shifted as Grinjo charged towards me again, his movements slightly quicker, indicating a stronger attack this time. I composed my balance, anticipating the targeted spot he aimed for, ready to guard against the impending strike. Yet, in a cunning twist, Grinjo altered his target at the last second. The switch caught me off guard, and the stance I had taken meant I wouldn't be able to defend against the new trajectory.Just as the blow was about to land, a sudden intervention disrupted the course of the clash. Out of nowhere, Damian appeared, swift and decisive. His kick deflected Grinjo's hand away, sparing me from the impending impact. Staggering back, I took a moment to regain my bearings, the relief mingled with a tinge of surprise at Damian's unexpected interference.However, the proximity of Damian's presence made me acutely aware of the mixed emotions swirling within me. His sudden appearance, while beneficial in that moment, also triggered a wave of discom

Grinjo's fur bristled with confidence, and his red eyes bore into mine with a mix of arrogance and challenge. I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline, my senses heightened in the primal dance of the battleground. The clash of our packs served as a chaotic backdrop, but in that moment, it was just Grinjo and me, two betas bound by loyalty and duty.He started the conversation, his deep growl carrying a hint of mockery, "You know, Jake, you've got so much potential. It's a shame you're throwing it all away for such a petty reason."I shot him a puzzled look, the words hanging in the air like a lingering challenge. "Petty reason? What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned, my fur prickling with curiosity.Grinjo's lips curled into a snarl, his gaze narrowing. "Protecting your Alpha's woman, that's what. You think that's worth risking everything for?"The accusation hung heavy between us, and I couldn't comprehend how safeguarding my Alpha's mate could be deemed petty. My loyalty w