As the sun rises, its gentle rays paint the sky in hues of soft pink and orange, casting a warm glow over the world below. Dewdrops glisten like diamonds on blades of grass, while birds chirp melodiously, filling the air with their sweet symphony. The air is crisp and fresh, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and earthy foliage. In the distance, mountains stand majestically, their peaks kissed by the first light of dawn. It's a tranquil scene, inviting one to pause and savour the serenity of a new day dawning. Derrick held my waist as I rode him slowly. Straddling my legs around his waist, he rested his hands on my butt. I couldn't control my moans. The feel of him inside me was divine. He kissed me hungrily, and slowly trailed his kisses down to my neck. His tongue came to a stop on my breasts. He feasted on my nipples as I held the back of his head like I was intoxicated. I moaned with each stroke as he shoved his way inside me. I was panting hard. He fucked my b

The castle halls were dark and cold, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stone walls. The torches burned low, casting a weak light that did little to dispel the shadows. I shivered as I walked, my breath coming out in small clouds of mist. I could hear my footsteps echoing in the silence, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The castle felt like a living thing, its dark eyes watching me as I moved through its corridors. I felt a sense of foreboding, like something was about to happen, something I wouldn't be able to escape. The palace was quiet and chilly, everyone had gone to bed except me. I was going to raid Derrick's study. I was looking for the Dycan chronicles. The book that only existed in myths. The writer remains unknown. The book Mad dog had told me about. It contained the story of notable key figures in Dycan; including my father. Perhaps it could tell me what happened to my mother. Dycan was the only pack with two packs existing together with no pack b

GwenI climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision.Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.The ground becomes slick with blood, turning the earth into a morass of mud and gore. Bodies litter the battlefield, silent witnesses to the carnage that unfolds. Yet still, the battle rages on, each side refusing to yield an inch in this epic struggle for victory and honour. I could see Mad dog’s silhouette from the snow. He was holding a bloody knife. Derrick was on the groun

I moved over to where Derrick laid in pain. His skin was pale, his lips were dry and his eyes looked tired. He was trying to get past the shock of what he had heard. He was trying to overcome the feeling of betrayal he had felt. I had lost my voice and the strength to cry. I believed I was in a dream state and I was going to wake up soon. Then everything would be back to normal. “I need to get you treated.” “Let's go home.” I said, trying to help him up. He held my hand and made me sit beside him.” It didn't hurt.” He swallowed back the emotions in his voice. The wound doesn't hurt, the thought of Mad dog holding the knife hurts more.” He said. I was moved to tears. “They say time heals our wounds but I disagree.” “It heals nothing, you just learn to live with the pain.” I sobbed, my whole body convulsed in tears as I wondered how I was supposed to live without my father. Where was I going to start? “ I've lost my dad, my love, I can't lose you too.” “There must be s

“As you all know, our beloved alpha is gone.” “ It's tragic my dear friends.” “He was immortal, but the life he had was never his. When the time came he had to give it back. Sorrowful tale my dear friends.” Eugene addressed the crowd. My new powers could see through people. Eugene, the usurper and brother of the late alpha, is a figure shrouded in darkness and deception. Tall and imposing, with a commanding presence that demands attention, he carries himself with an air of arrogance and entitlement. His features are sharp and angular, with piercing eyes that gleam with a cunning intelligence. His gaze is cold and calculating, betraying the depths of his ambition and the lengths to which he will go to achieve his goals. Eugene's demeanour is as cold as the winter wind that sweeps through the forest, his words dripping with honeyed lies and false promises. He moves through the pack with the stealth of a predator, his every action calculated to further his own agenda and so