Tonight's commotion would be a do-or-die for my life as a werewolf and as an alpha. We have come this far. I am doing this for Melvin. To save him. To stop our hundreds of enemies from spreading their wrath. And nothing can stop them apart from us. Melvin and I shared the same vision for the future - a peaceful place to live for everyone; good werewolves, vampires, and humans. "We have come seeking an alliance," Julian said firmly, meeting the pack leader's eyes. "Our pack is growing and we need your support to fight against the common threats that we face." The leader's mouth stretched into a wry smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. "So, you expect us to lend a helping hand to a struggling pack?" he mocked. "What makes you think we would be interested in joining forces with a group that can't even protect its own members?" An uneasy silence fell over us as Jelian and Julia shifted uncomfortably. The leader's words cut deep, exposing the vulnerability of our pa
"Plea-please, help me! My parents -" Without waiting for me to speak, Jackson blurted out, barely audible above the rain, that he needed our help. His voice was trembling, conveying a sense of urgency. "My parents were missing again," he explained, his words accompanied by tears streaming down his face. For a moment, conflicting emotions tugged at my heart. Part of me wanted to stay rooted in place, not willing to lend a hand to someone who had betrayed us in the past. But Simon, with his inherently kind heart, spoke up and invited Jackson inside, offering him something dry to wear. "Come in, Jackson," he said gently, guiding him further into the warehouse. "We'll help you. You can trust us." Jackson hesitated for a moment, almost unsure if Simon could truly be this compassionate after all that had transpired. But eventually, he nodded gratefully, his trembling form still betraying his vulnerability. As he changed into the dry clothes Simon offered, our t
The knocking did not stop there. Instead, the sound became more aggressive as though whoever the person behind the door knows that I am still awake. Could it be Simon? Wait. There is no way Simon would visit me in my apartment since his rugby boys are with him in their warehouse. He can't leave them there by themselves. That's not the Simon that I know. Could it be Julain and Jelian instead? No, of course not. We agreed to meet in the morning before sunrise but it was still one in the morning. I know those two were not early birds. Perhaps, the twins were still in their profound sleep right now. How about Mom or Dad? As far as I could remember, the two kept on calling and sending me messages, asking me to get back to the house because they were both worried about the incident recently. However, I simply ignored them because I decided to focus my undivided attention on saving Melvin. My parents had a lot of security guards surrounding them. I am confident enough th
Jelian nodded in agreement, her features mirroring Julian's determination. "While we were battling with them, we noticed a pattern in their behavior during our encounter with them earlier. They seem to operate in small teams, always keeping an eye out for each other." I leaned forward, my curiosity piqued. But it doesn't change the fact that my wolf disagreed with their solution of killing Melvin instead of saving him. "What do you mean? Do you have a plan?" Julian's gaze met mine, his eyes reflecting the flickering ember of determination. "Yes, we do. We noticed that when one of them was overwhelmed, the others almost instinctively rushed to their aid. If we exploit this behavior, we might be able to gain an advantage." Jelian chimed in, her voice filled with conviction. "We think the key lies in separating them. If we can isolate them, we can neutralize the threat they pose." I nodded, beginning to see the thread of their strategy. "So, how are we going to achiev
This surprising image captured straight into our skeptical eyes, proves that we are in the right place. I was about to say something but Simon immediately covered my mouth before I could do it. However, what shocked us even more was the presence of someone familiar. The man who I least expected to be part of this gruesome experiment - Mr. James. And he was helping those men in masks cutting and slicing those people's skin. The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. Our minds raced to connect the dots, trying to comprehend what we were witnessing. Mr. James, who entrusted us with the files of the monsters we have in his laboratory, was somehow involved in this horrifying scheme. "Dad?" Jennie's voice pierced through the tension as she yelled out her father's name. "You were the one behind the creation of those monsters?" The room fell into a momentary silence as our eyes locked with his. There was a surprise in Mr. James' eyes, a recognition of the fa
"What the hell is going on?" I could not help but ask myself. "Karen!" Simon called out desperately, seeing me on the verge of turning around. He rushed towards me, gripping his arm tightly, pulling me back just in time. "Don't look, Karen! Whatever you do, don't look!" "What's going on, Simon?" I voiced out my question with my eyes closed. "Why did they turn into stones? Please, do something. They're our friends." Tears welled up in my eyes as the gravity of the situation dawned on me. Fear and disbelief locked in an intense battle on my face. I clutched my arm, seeking solace and answers in my eyes. In front of me were all our friends turned into stones. The worst part of the case was that my wolf, despite my senses being heightened, could barely hear their thunderous heartbeats anymore. "Best of luck, my friends," Mr. James said, his words laced with a bittersweet tone. With a wave of his hand, he and the two men in masks disappeared, leaving only a faint ec
Everyone in the room fell into a heavy silence and the weight of my accusation echoed in the air. For a moment, not a single police officer dared to speak or move. The statement lingered like a dark shadow, casting doubts and fears among those who had believed in Jackson's innocence. With eyes darting nervously, Jackson's facade finally crumbled, revealing the truths he had fought so hard to conceal. His gaze fell to the ground, unable to meet anyone else's eyes. It was in that moment, amidst the deafening silence, that the harsh reality of his actions became undeniable. As I stood there, my heart heavy with the weight of betrayal, I hoped that the officers would heed my warning. The threat Jackson posed was too grave to be ignored. It was time for justice to prevail, for those in positions of authority to be cautious, lest they too fall victim to the treacherous lies that Jackson had spun. In this moment of immense tension and revelation, the precinct becam
The mask fragmented into countless pieces. Reality itched me as I glanced back to Karen. She's dead. And it was because of me. I killed her, my mate. And the love of my life. But how? How did it happen? Why did I do it? My brain was frozen without getting any answer to my questions until all of a sudden, an unknown power surged within me - a tempest of raw, untamed energy pushing against the confines of my skin. My wolf stirred in startled wonder; it had never experienced such magnitude of power. My eyes, once blurred, now blazed fiery red. It was the same eyes when Karen became an alpha. Shaking off the remnants of the mask, my newly amplified senses caught whiffs of a brutal battle underway – Simon and our friends combatting the malevolence of the masked men. My gaze swiveled back to Karen's prone form on the ground, heartache seizing me, her peaceful face a harsh contrast to the chaos around me. The alpha blood in me roared throughout my veins with the urg