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FERAL LOVE WITH A WEREWOLF Chapter Thirty
Beverly awoke in the dim light of dawn, her eyes swollen from a night of tears and anguish. She had cried herself to sleep, tormented by the events that had unfolded, and the consequences that now haunted her. Her dreams had been restless, filled with fleeting memories of her past life, of Elton, of the humans she had saved and sheltered, and of the supernatural powers she had once wielded.As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the cracks in the makeshift roof of her hideout, Beverly knew that she couldn't remain hidden forever. She missed Elton with a depth of longing that seemed to gnaw at her very soul. She missed the camaraderie and warmth of the humans who had found refuge with her. And most of all, she missed the sense of purpose she had felt when she was able to protect and save those in need.But the bitter reality of her new existence as a werewolf weighed heavily on her heart. She had changed, transformed into a creature of the night, a beast she had once hunted to
FERAL LOVE WITH A WEREWOLF Chapter Thirty One
In the heart of Omaha, the relentless sun beat down on the dusty streets, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch for miles. King Rico, his face etched with determination and frustration, navigated the labyrinthine alleys, searching for his elusive son, Elton. Rico had lost track of time during his relentless search, each day blending into the next. The disappearance of Elton weighed heavily on him. He had gone several miles in search of his son. And he had tried his best to gather information. Yet, there was no trace of his son.The ancient cursed sword, the source of his power, hung at his side, a constant reminder of his determination. King Rico's thoughts were a tumultuous whirlwind of anger and confusion. He couldn't fathom how Elton had vanished without a trace. Rumors of the masked warrior who had thwarted his plans haunted his every step.As he rounded a corner, he halted, noticing a hidden passage that seemed eerily familiar. It was as if some unseen force was guiding hi
FERAL LOVE WITH A WEREWOLF Chapter Thirty Two
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
FERAL LOVE WITH A WEREWOLF Chapter One
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
FERAL LOVE WITH A WEREWOLF Chapter Two
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
FERAL LOVE WITH A WEREWOLF Chapter Three
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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