Words Made From Traitor Novels & Stories

Colt “Traitors?” She mumbles. It was a harsh word in the wolf world. It was just as bad to the Lycans. It meant they had committed the greatest crime. A crime that meant only death was the answer. There was no coming back from it. There was no way you could ever ask for forgiveness. Everyone would want you dead. “Yes Lilah. They both were. You are the daughter of traitors. Do you understand now why I had to protect you?”

The traitor must be living close to him and the persons whom he interact daily was the soldiers, his men, the maids and then the persons who he considered family. The worst part of finding a traitor is that you have to be ready for the face to be revealed behind the mask. The person could be the one you trust the most and Zackarya had encountered such things before. Being sold for some amount of money was common for the people around him but he still had some people who he trusted blindly. Kaz, Conner and now General too.

Only the moon goddess knew who else he would make me doubt next -my Beta or my Gamma. The traitor was one clever enemy, I had to admit, turning me against my own people. However, now that I knew about his plot, I wouldn't be giving him any chance whatsoever to use me to defeat me in his plan for treason. I stood up with determination and faced all the pack Elders.

But that thought immediately wiped away as her words repeated inside my head. “The saddest thing about betrayal, is that it never comes from your enemy; it's always a person disguised as a friend or family, so don’t trust the combatant.“ Whom did she mean by it? A soldier, a warrior? It could be anyone. It could be anyone I know. Someone I know very well. Her words were obvious. A friend or family. A foe. That foe could be the reason blood will be shattered by the end of the night. Maybe the witch was part of the foe’s plan? Maybe not.

“I think we should search for all our guests. A traitor is a wolf that has turned feral. They must be rooted out before they cause irreparable damage to the pack.” A silence befell. It was like a tightening noose.

I said. Silence snapped through the room. Travis looked away Mara looked at the ceiling like she had expected that one. Luca watched Dante and Dante watched me. “You keep saying that.” He said quietly. “Because you keep forgetting it.” I said. “I don’t forget anything about you.” He said as he stepped closer. But this time he stopped before the distance disappeared completely. It felt wrong. Soft and sharp at the same time. I looked away first and I hated myself for it. “Then remember this. The traitor is not going to look like a monster. They are going to look useful. Loyal. Necessary.” I said.

The traitor said confidently. He glanced around the room eyeing some of the more expensive antiques. He picked up a beautiful glass vase. He looked at it with greed and admiration. He saw a expensive painting on the wall and gave a low whistle. "This would look perfect on my wall." He said. Malcolm's eyes narrowed at his reaction to the painting. "What is this? Is this some sort of blackmail?" Malcolm snarled. Sibean, another traitor from Paul's pack acted as though he was offended. "Blackmail. That is such an ugly word." He said, with an exaggerated offended look on his face. "Maybe appropriate compensation.." He said with a self satisfied look on his face. "What the hell does that mean? Yo

And I made sure they saw what I wanted them to. Last week, I had exposed a traitor among us. His name had been Marek—a whisper-runner who’d been feeding information to mercenaries. Of course, he hadn’t really been a traitor. Not until I made him one. I had whispered lies into the right ears, planted forged notes, even had Rithya, my spy, drop a stolen map in his tent. When the time was right, I “discovered” it. Brought it before the council. Stood by as they ripped his tongue from his mouth and burned him alive.

“And what made you think you have the right to do that? What gave you the guts to? Information? Lies. Treachery wrapped in a new story. Nothing we haven’t seen or heard before. Are you that stupid to believe whatever comes out of his mouth?” His eyes swung back to Matteo, cold and merciless. “A traitor will always be a traitor. I should have ordered your body dumped in the river long ago. And don’t think for a second that I can’t still do it.” Matteo stiffened, his fingers twisting at his side but he said nothing. He had enough sense to know words would not save him here.

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, and the question she posed echoed in our minds: Was there a traitor among us? Argatha's gaze swept across the crowd, her finger pointing accusingly at various individuals. "Could it be that we have a traitor amongst us?" she asked, her voice filled with suspicion. "Could it be that one of you is a betrayer?" The bitterness dripped from her words. As Argatha's words hung in the air, the room remained still, the silence heavy with anticipation and apprehension. Each pack member seemed to hold their breath, afraid to make even the slightest sound that could potentially implicate them as the culprit.