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In just one night, one night of wanting to let it all go—I was betrayed, heartbroken, almost killed and now finding out about a group of hunters. “I know it’s a lot to process.” My savior murmured, almost like he could read my mind, “Trust me I felt the same when I almost died in the hands of an Alpha.” My eyes widened, “An Alpha. Do you mean— “A Blackwood, yes.” He nodded, “The Blackwood family is notorious for producing the most evil and tyrannical Alpha’s in all history. My father was killed by one. I, too, was almost killed by one. Those bastards have been terrorizing the town for years.”

Did I ever say I would marry him? "Mr. Walter, I recall that you have a brother who recently returned from abroad and has been trying to shake your position within the family, right?" Lincoln Walter scoffed, "He's just a tiny ant trying to shake a big tree. There's nothing to worry about. Isaac Blackwood is different; he's a crafty old fox. If Dominic Blackwood hadn't had the old man's support back in the day, he wouldn't have easily taken this position. Now that the old man is unwell, the situation for the Blackwood family might not be in his favor."

In the dimly lit meeting room, three brothers, Ethan, Lucas, and Julian, waited with bated breath for their rival, Victor Blackwood, the leader of the infamous Blackwood mafia family. Ethan's patience was wearing thin, his anger simmering just below the surface. "He should have been here by now," Ethan growled, his voice low and menacing. "What does that bastard think of himself? Will we wait for him all day?" Lucas placed a calming hand on Ethan's shoulder. "Calm down, brother. Victor knows the importance of this meeting."

“C’mon, lighten up. That raspberry was pathetic. You used to insult people like it was an Olympic sport.” Still nothing. I burst out laughing anyway, more at myself than at him. It was kind of funny, seeing the infamous Alpha Christian Blackwood just... sulk. Well, sulking in his own quiet way. He wasn’t exactly the type to pout like a child. But I could see it. Something about that story he told me, about his parents, the way they died, changed something in him, even if just for now.

Not everyone in the pack was allowed to go outside the Blackwood forest. Paul knew I was curious about the topic of humans so he used to recite every detail about them. He was the brother of Jake, the same blood but a man of different nature. Also Jake attempted to break Paul and my friendship with him, just because he was my nearest pal and his insecurity was much bigger than his connection with his brother. He wasn’t allowed to go to City with those Stronger werewolves in the pack but he insisted to go with them. As he was the brother of Beta, Dad used to let Paul follow them.

The brothers are at the temple, where below are all the knights, already in their armour, ready for war. Laughter roars in the air in response to Kieran’s joke. “Who would stand with us to tell these people with blood that we are unstoppable? Who would stand with us to show that we are not to be fucked up? Who would stand with us to show them that we are the strongest pack ever?!” Kieran scream out loud and everyone roars along with him. After he’s done with the speech, Chester runs over to join the brothers. “What was that wave that happened earlier?”