Semua Bab The Nine-tailed Wolf : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 12: Werewolves vs SirensAt the sight of the woman dragging the lifeless Jonathan into the water, my senses returned, drowning the artificial voices that had whispered in my head. “Jonathan! I screamed at the top of my voice. Hayley and Eric turned to me, confusion written on their faces. Eric drew out his spear and threw it, striking the siren on the arm. With a roar, she lunged at him. But before she could get any closer, Hayley shot at her, her arrow piercing the siren’s heart. With a loud cry, the siren fell into the sea, the water around her, turning crimson. Suddenly, more sirens began to rise from the water, their predatory gazes locked on us. Some jumped on the boat, their tails breaking the wood. At the sound, Aurora’s eyes snapped open, her body shuddering. Before she could get herself, a siren lunged at her, pulling her hair. I immediately got into action, shooting at it. Aurora pulled the small, blackened dagger from her sleeve, using it to kill the creatures that

Chapter 14 Lucas’s POVThe sweet smell of vanilla lingered in the air, invading my nostrils. But it was tainted with another, like a man’s. My gaze immediately drifted to Phoebe and the world tilted. At the sight of her kissing Eric hungrily, my canines elongated involuntarily, feeling like multiple razors slashing at my heart. “Mine,” my wolf roared, a deep, possessive growl rumbling in my chest. “How could she do this?” The question rang in my head as rage pulsed within my veins. The beast within me demanded to be let out, threatening to end the man who dared to claim our mate. Breathless with anger, I glared at her before stalking away. The air in my room felt heavy and suffocating. My hands trembled, breathing heavily. With a clenched jaw, I paced around, sending the books on the shelves, flying across the room. “Mates are a weakness, son. They will drag you down. Power is all that matters,” the voice of my father rang in my head, fueling my rage. Grabbing my mug cup, I smashed

The loud and piercing sound of the buzzer signified the start of the tournament. Blindfolded, we were told to use our senses to find an ancient relic and only 50 of it was available in the unknown. First 50 students to get it, qualifies to the next stage of the challenge. In the absence of my sight, my ears picked up every sound around me. Taking a deep breath, I took my first step, and I stumbled, unable to walk in a straight line. I took a deep breath, calming my leaping heart. “Phoebe, you can do this,” I muttered to myself. I took another step, a faint whisper of wind kissing my cheeks. My heart hammered in my chest as I strained my ear, trying to shut out the muttering and gasps of the other students. I kept walking, my footsteps, more stable and precise. Suddenly, something brushed against my ankle, I froze, gasping. Then, I heard a faint click and felt a slight resistance as if a weight was holding in place. Then something dropped from above, but I anticipated the move, duckin

Chapter 18: Mental mazePhoebe’s POVEver since the confrontation with Hayley, I never saw her again, it was as if she disappeared into thin air. Looking towards the empty bed opposite mine, my chest tightened, feeling an empty hollow. Even though she was cold and distant, I still missed her presence.Today was the 5th day of the tournament. I swallowed hard, a knot forming in my stomach. Something about today was off, like the universe was trying to tell me something. Taking a deep breath, I dressed up, wearing a brown t-shirt and black joggers. My door swung open, Aurora’s beautiful face was revealed. “Phoebe!” she shrieked in excitement, a contrast to my apprehension. She hugged me tightly, before intertwining her fingers with mine and dragging me to the tournament ground. Today, the three powerful figures in the school were absent, instead we were given a piece of paper which read: “Survive your deepest fears and win.” The hair on my body stood, feeling a shiver down my spine as

Chapter 20Lucas’s POVWith a raised chin and straight posture, my father walked towards me, his movements steady and calculative, making the floor tremble with importance. “I heard the tournament will be ending in five days,” he said, his voice cold and aloof. My chest ached, realizing the first thing he uttered wasn’t anything related to my well-being, only to his own ambitions. He only cared about one thing: power. “Make sure to win,” he finished. “Of course Father,” I replied, bowing slightly. Slowly, he adjusted his cufflink, the gold glinting in the dimlight, his gaze locked on a distant object. The silence stretched, uncomfortable and heavy before he spoke again. “Have you found your mate?” My breath hitched, my heart hammering in my chest. “No,” I lied before my brain could process the question. A pregnant silence descended, my father turned, staring at me with narrowed eyes, his piercing gaze accessing me. “When you find her, you know what to do,” he said flatly, his dark ey