Thalia stared at him. For a moment, she wondered if she should trust him or not. She didn't like the glint in his eyes.But then, she believed she had no choice. He knew who she was. If he had wanted to rat her out the moment he saw her step in, he'd have done so.Instead of coming to do so in a corner and revealing who she was."How can you help me?" Thalia asked, staring around the hall."I know you are here for Sandro's shot, and it is the reason I am already on duty to allow Blaze easy entrance. Although no one knew I was acquainted with him and not even Sandro. It's a secret between us."Thalia nodded. She didn't know the deal between them, but she guessed it would help her this instant."Blaze helped me when I was in need, and I had vowed to help him each time we met. Not only that, but I also vowed to do so to any of his siblings. Good thing he has one."Thalia sighed. "Can I get the cure? It's very crucial.""It's good to see you enjoy it when I talk," Elisha said sarcasticall
First, it was Blaze being a demon wolf. It was as if he couldn't manage the curse he was in.Blaze heard strange voices and things calling unto him. When he was younger, Blaze harmed himself due to the voices and did many horrible things. She was surprised he could manage himself until he fled.Now, it was Sandro.The huge beast before her was Sandro. He was a full fledge bloodlust werewolf and not like anything she had seen before. Thalia could swear it was her first time seeing him.He growled and jumped, but the chain luckily held him back.Thalia saw Francis shivering. He was scared, and so was she. Perhaps, for a different reason entirely."Be careful." She murmured, and he halted.Francis's eyes stayed on her, and he shook his head. "I-I can't." He stuttered.He didn't mean to back down, but this was the worst situation he had ever faced. Seeing Sandro in his beastly form, which had little resemblance to a Werewolf, was frightening. It was enough for him to collapse or run out o
Sandro let out a grunt, and he crawled towards Thalia. She was still unconscious from him having smacked her. He remembered everything that had happened, yet it didn't make him feel any better.He gripped her shoulder, shaking her. Then placed his head on her chest as she didn't move.He felt a pulse, sighed, then grimaced as he glimpsed the blood oozing from the back of her head. She must have slammed into the wall hard when he shoved her.Sandro managed to get to his feet and hoisted her on his shoulder. He staggered towards the door and to the infirmary. Although he was exhausted, Thalia needed more treatment as she had saved him from doing something drastic.He turned to Francis as the door went open. "Make her feel better."Sandro gripped his throat as it began closing up."Are you Alright, Alpha?" Francis asked, moving towards Him."Back off; I am fine!" Sandro extended his hand and gritted his teeth.He felt his canine protruding. He didn't know what was happening. He had never
'There's nothing you can do about it. He needs to be out of the way.'Arabella shook her head and glared at the grey-haired woman before her. "Blaze is mine, and I will never let anyone take my happiness from me the second time. I might be naive before; I am a lot smarter now.""This isn't all about you being smart, Child." Said the woman. "It's about your destiny coming into fulfillment, and that man needs to go!"Arabella gasped as she was yanked forward and then flung backward simultaneously.Her back slammed into a large tree. Arabella's eyes widened, and her eyes darted around the gloomy forest; the woman wasn't in sight, but she knew it wasn't the end.She groaned as she felt a prick on her neck, and she fell to the floor almost immediately, gasping for breath."He needs to go!" A shrill voice said, almost deafening her.Arabella shivered and jerked awake.It was a dream, she reminded herself, and it wasn't the first time it was happening. Ever since she came to the Phoenix pala
Sandro blinked once and then again as soon as he could see clearly.He observed his environment.It was the same as before. It felt the same way, at least; the lush grassland that surrounded everywhere, the calm wind that promised calmness yet hopelessness, the light blue sky that seemed as though all was well until that fateful morning.All memories of the past flooded through him at once, and he winced, clutching his pounding head."On your knees!"Sandro's head snapped to one of the enemies who stormed towards them. He gripped a massive club and swung it in the air.A wide smile adorned his lips as he moved towards them, and his dark eyes glinted."Ezra." Sandro breathed out."Long time no see, old friend." The man named Ezra said, his smile seemingly getting wider. "And might I add, it's great to see you are alive."Sandro scowled at him. Of course, he had lived as he had escaped, but he couldn't say the same for him.Ezra had been his best friend. The only friend he knew until no
Sandro wondered how many more people would betray him. John, Arabella's father, was a trusted man in the gang, and he had betrayed him, getting his mother and mate killed in the process.He was only eighteen years old when it happened. And now, ten years after his father's death and eight years after his mother's, he was in the presence of another betrayer.Ezra was the son of the Alpha of the attacker pack.Sandro believed he should have known what he was up to, but then his naivety was used against him.Even if he did know about it, he didn't think his younger self would have read any meaning to him being an enemy. He only wanted to make friends, and Ezra had been available."I saw you died," Sandro mumbled. He didn't know how Ezra had gotten resurrected, but he was sure he did die."Oh, that's what you call magic and some acting. I insulted your intelligence. Didn't I?" Ezra chuckled.His laughter started irritating Sandro, and he wished he could shove him into the wall and snap hi
"Taking the pack by surprise should be the best thing ever..."Janice tuned out her father's voice and placed a hand over her chin. She licked her lips and furrowed her brows as she stared at nothing.Annalise. Her thoughts were filled with her sister's well-being. She didn't know how she was faring. She didn't know if her secret was known and if Sandro punished Annalise just as he did to Alessia because of Arabella.Her mind was muddled, and she wished she could come up with a good enough answer.She had been in the house with her father for a week now, and nothing much was happening, save for the usual, threatening to kill her if she went against him, trying to force her into doing what she didn't want and plan about the attack on Sandro's pack.Janice didn't know exactly what happened, but according to him, Sandro had what he wanted. And with that, he could make a mighty army.That was all that they wanted. Sandro was after the Delicate Rose blood and looking to make a battalion, l
"Can you drop the knife?" Alessia asked, tilting her hands in the air."No!" Janice grunted. "What do you want from me? I am not Sandro and...""I know," Alessia mumbled. "I am not here to attack you.""Then what do you want?!""I need your help," Alessia mumbled, then staggered forward.Janice furrowed her brows and caught her midway before she fell to the ground."Alessia!" She shook her as her eyes flustered. "What's going on?!""Help me!" Alessia gasped, clutching her side.Janice followed the movement and let out a gasp. A large gash was at the side of her belly. How had she not noticed this? She guessed it was because of her safety, and she was afraid for herself.Glancing around to see if anyone was approaching, Janice hoisted Alessia on her shoulder as she saw no one. She darted across the road and arrived at a secluded area. She stepped into a small building after sniffing the air and dropped Alessia on the floor.Tearing at the light material she donned, she pressed it on th