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The woods were shrouded in an eerie silence, the kind that only nature could create. Elton, with a heavy heart, had sought solace in these very woods, hoping the tranquil surroundings would help him gather his thoughts. He had often come here as a child, seeking refuge among the tall trees and rustling leaves. Today, however, there was no comfort to be found in the familiar landscape.He sat on a fallen log, his mind drifting back to happier times. Memories of him and Beverly flashed before his eyes like an old, worn-out movie reel. They had known each other since childhood, their friendship blossoming into something deeper as they grew older. Together, they had faced countless adventures and challenges, their bond growing stronger with each passing year.Elton's fingers traced the grooves on the bark of a nearby tree as he lost himself in those memories. He remembered the laughter, the shared secrets, and the warmth of Beverly's smile. But now, all of that felt like a distant dream.
FERAL LOVE WITH A WEREWOLF Chapter Thirty Three
The dank, dimly lit cell that held Miller captive was a place of despair and solitude. The days seemed to stretch endlessly, marked only by the meager meals that were pushed through the small, barred window at irregular intervals. Miller, who had managed to survive the treacherous desert and make his way back to Omaha, was now a prisoner in his own city.One gloomy evening, as the last rays of daylight dwindled, King Rico's ominous presence loomed over the cell. The guards unlocked the heavy door, and in walked the imposing figure of the self-proclaimed ruler of Omaha.Miller, who had been sitting on the hard, cold floor, immediately rose to his feet. He had grown gaunt and disheveled during his captivity, but his spirit remained unbroken. His eyes met King Rico's with a mixture of defiance and determination."Rico," he uttered, the words dripping with contempt. He had once considered Rico his brother and a trusted ally. Now, all he saw was a power-hungry despot.King Rico's lips curl
FERAL LOVE WITH A WEREWOLF Chapter Thirty Four
As Beverly and Elton stumbled into the makeshift camp of humans, gasps of shock and concern erupted from the small group that had become a community in their refuge. It was a motley assembly of survivors, people who had been saved by Beverly, and now, they had an opportunity to repay her kindness.Beverly's condition was dire, her clothing torn, and her skin marred by deep gashes and bruises. Elton fared no better, his face twisted in agony, a sharp reminder of the recent clash with his father. Beverly had managed to drag him out of the scene determined to get him to safety. These brave souls, who had faced hardships and horrors beyond imagining, took immediate action.A woman with a kind face rushed forward, her eyes wide with concern as she examined Beverly's wounds. "We have to clean these," she said to another woman, who hurriedly gathered clean cloth and a basin of water. They worked in harmony, tending to Beverly's injuries with a gentleness that only people who had seen the wor
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Wandering into the thick bushes, Beverly Miller was still dazed and couldn't get what she had just seen out of her head.Dad! Daddy!! "she called out"The cold street responded in silence "Where are you? Please don't leave me all alone," she whimpered as she darted past the thick bushes searching for her fatherThere was still no response and no so sight of her father. She kept searching in desperation and before she knew it, she was back at the initial spot where her father's car was parked.This time, she sat on the floor wailing uncontrollably as she helplessly stared at the blood that splashed on the car that was parked before her and on the floor.This blood was what she tried to trace in search of her father. She succeeded only a little until she got into the bushes and there was no trace of the blood that stained the floor anymore. But she inwardly knew that whoever or whatever took her father had passed through that route, her eyes could not deceive her with what she saw in
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Beverly, assisted by the woman, struggled to her feet and they both moved en route to the woman’s house. The woman had removed her headscarf and wrapped it around the wound. It didn’t stop the blood from gushing out, but she just had to manage it until they get home.When they arrived at a stone's throw to the doorstep, she called out to her house help who came running down towards them.“Go get the first aid box ready,” she said to her house help, Alice“Yes Madam Pat,” Alice replied and ran back upstairs. She went to retrieve the first aid box from where it was kept, she dusted it and brought it out for easy reach. She then ran down the stairs again to assist the two of them who she met halfway down the stairs. They were not in motion this time. Instead, they sat still on the stairs with Madam Pat trying to pacify Beverly as her whimper suddenly spiraled into a loud incessant cry. Beverly had lost too much blood, and she felt her strength ebbing away. In the past twenty-four hour
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What the hell is that smell?Well, it isn't a bad one, mused the slowly waking Miller, whose eyelids were still too heavy to lift. Swaying from left to right on the bed in discomfort, he hadn’t moved too much when his movement was restricted by what felt like iron. Something was not right here. He could feel it.Forcing a droopy eye open, he suddenly realized that the silky sheets beneath him were not his sheets. With a start, he sat up and cursed as his head ached terribly. He felt other body pains too. Nope, he wasn’t in his room. He wasn’t even in his house. Scanning his surrounding, he noticed it was daybreak. Yet, he was in a dark and confined room that only contained an uncomfortable bed and the entrance of the room was secured by iron bars. It looked like he had ended up in a cell. Miller tried to reflect a bit and suddenly, the last thing he remembered was Rico appearing before him in a strange form. He was inwardly surprised that his brother was a werewolf all along, but h
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Many years ago, peace reigned in Omaha kingdom and it went on like that for several years. This was the time when George Ortiz was the king on the throne. He was like a blessing to the people and things seemed to go well in the village. At some point, Omaha started attaining some level of development gradually such that after some time, the description, village, was not well befitting for Omaha, but it was still called a village just like the other neighboring ones.Other neighboring kingdoms and even some cities that have heard of Omaha envied its progress and peace. The fame that king George earned in the entirety of Omaha rested on his ability to handle the affairs of the kingdom with so much wisdom thereby ensuring peace in the kingdom and the people loved him dearly for his great personality.King George was married to Sasha Lopez who bore him a son who was named Miller and two years later, she bore him another Son who was named Rico.While the two were growing up, even though
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It is a busy morning for the people of Omaha. Despite the sadness that filled the atmosphere, the fact that they had to do what was necessary according to the customs of their land had them astir.One of such customs is being present or involved in the affairs of the kingdom especially when there's a special occasion that carries the potency to affect everyone. One such occasion is the Coronation of a new king.The dreaded day of the coronation finally came and Miller and his daughter were still nowhere to be found. The Chiefs in the position to handle the coronation had already decided on what to do.While every other person in Omaha put on a sad face that morning as they dreaded their nightmare coming to reality, only two people were happy in the whole kingdom. They were Rico and Rogers. They happily anticipated this day as nothing feels more important to them than being in power. Rico would rule as king while Rogers, his only friend would be there to assist him as the second man in
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