But Aiden and I refused to be discouraged. We had taken down Hunter Grey and had shown that werewolves were not defenseless against their attackers. And even if the fight was never-ending, I knew that we could never give up. As we left the holding cells, Aiden and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. We knew that there were people out there who wanted to destroy the werewolves and that we were facing a fight that may never truly be won. But we also knew that we had each other, and the rest of the pack. We were part of something greater than ourselves, a group of beings who had bonded together in the face of prejudice and hate. And at the end of the day, that was enough. We would continue the fight, would continue to protect and defend the werewolves, no matter what. And we would never give up, no matter how insurmountable the odds may seem. Aiden's POV The next morning, Ethan and I separated ways. I went to my dorm while Ethan stayed in Alpha Romulo's mansio
"Dude, what are they doing?" Conrad curiously whispered. "Beats me." I said, "Perhaps Penelope and her friends were hitting on someone from our opponent." "Someone?" Conrad studied every face of our opponents, one by one. "Well. If I am to pick whose had a better team and had a lot of good-looking young men, I am gonna hesitate to bet my one cent to them." "Shut up," I said, my voice annoyed. "Then we better break their bones before those bastards could beat us." My wolf tried to push the thought out of my mind as the game began, but it was hard. Every time I looked over at the bench, I saw Penelope and her friends cheering for the other team. Even if I am not glancing at them from the bench, I could still hear their boisterous cheering and whooping, and it made me infuriated. I couldn't understand why she would do this to me. So I tried to focus on the game, but my mind kept wandering back to Penelope. I missed a few tackles, mistimed a couple of passes,
I stormed into the security guard's room where Ethan was sitting with my face twisted in anger and frustration. Ethan looked up from his laptop, surprised at my sudden outburst. "What's going on, Aiden?" Ethan asked, concerned. "Penelope," I said, my voice shaking. "She's alive. I just found out." Ethan's eyes widened in shock. "What? How do you know that?" he then turned his seat and gave me sharp stares, reading my mind if I was simply making fun of him. We have the same reaction the second I saw Penelope with my own eyes. "Can't say how I found out," I retorted, my voice growing even more intense. "But I know it's true. And I need to know if you know anything about it." Ethan shook his head. "No, I don't. I swear. Why didn't you tell me before?" "Well, I just found out, okay? She went to school with Karen. They were talking about her parents allowing her to go to school. Ethan, it has been a month." I replied, pacing back and forth. "I come to you ri
The four of us struggled to breathe as we plummeted to the ground. We felt intense pressure in our chests as the witch continued to chant. All our human friends had wisely evacuated the area when the ground started shaking, sensing that something was wrong. But the witch remained calm and focused. Finally, the spell dissipated and the three boys were able to stand again, now feeling stronger and more alert than ever before. But before we could catch out breath, the witch confronted us with a question, "Does anyone of you know someone named, Hunter Grey?" she demanded. Ethan and I exchanged a shocking glance. We had Hunter Grey locked up beneath Alpha Romulo's mansion. "No, we no nothing about Hunter Grey," Ethan uttered, he tried to calm his tone as much as possible. The woman appeared out of the blue, interrupting our conversation, and even applied force - magic. "I know who he is." Ethan and I crawled our gaze in surprise heading to Clark. "Hunter Grey
My wolf hesitated, feeling awkward about asking the question but knowing I had to get to the bottom of things. "It's just that the truth serum is something only created by witches or warlocks. How could your mother know about it since it's not a piece of common knowledge?" Penelope sighed and looked down, fidgeting with her bag strap. "I don't know what to say, Aiden," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But the truth is that my family is familiar with potent potions." I looked at her with surprise, waiting for the whole truth. "Familiar?" I asked. Penelope nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "I-I turned back to life three days after you and Ethan were deployed to a mission," she stammered, her voice shaking. "My family sought help from a coven of witches...that was the only way for me to be resurrected..." I felt my heart constrict in my chest at her confession when I realized that my wolf had been completely wrong about her family. And I felt like we h
"Right," Conrad added. "You are the only person I have known who is not fond of using any social media accounts, right? Maybe you should create a new one to get updated." I have my own social media accounts but indeed I am not fond of using any of them. "Should I be getting worried now?" I asked Conrad, feeling helpless when my wolf could not understand how everything changed for Penelope. "What is she doing?" "You're asking me?" Conrad shrugged. I nodded. "Unless someone is with us right now, Conrad." "Well, Penelope is simply making the most of her time in the world," Conrad explained. "Collecting and picking every man that pleases her eyes. Tall. Dark. White. Handsome. Has a big dick. Have unlimited sex. And so should you, Aiden. There were millions of fish swimming under the sea." Before Conrad and I could leave the field, we noticed something strange in the air. The sky appeared to be changing its hue and becoming darker as if indicating a storm soon to co
"What's going on?" Ethan asked, putting down his pen and looking up at us. But she stayed his glance at Penelope. It seems that the mansion was not affected by the storm when I could see no damage around. From the way I see it, even Ethan was unaware of the incident. "We were attacked by another witch earlier at school," Penelope said, her voice urgent. Ethan moved out of his seat and slid closer to us. "What kind of witch?" he asked, his brow furrowed. Penelope and I exchanged a worried glance before telling Ethan all about the devil witch who had given us the mission of protecting Hunter Grey. Of all the people we must protect could have been a werewolf hunter whose aim is to put our kind to extinction. Let alone the one who killed Penelope. "We don't know what she's planning to do, but she said she's not the enemy," I said. "She wants us to protect Hunter Grey by all means necessary." Ethan suddenly scoffed. "And you guys believed in her?" Penelo
As soon as we reached the field, Penelope and I looked at each other, concerned. We knew must talk to our alpha and convince him about dropping off his shoot-to-kill order on Hunter Grey. "Alpha Romulo," I said, "we need to talk about this order. Is there a chance we could capture Grey instead?" "I don't think so," Alpha Romulo replied sternly. "He's been a threat for too long, and we need to take him out before he can cause any more harm." "But what if we're wrong?" Penelope added. "What if he's not actually the threat we think he is?" she then glanced at Ethan, but his expression did not change a bit as if he was ignoring us. Alpha Romulo looked at us, his face hardening. "I've made my decision," he said firmly. "And I expect you both to follow orders." Penelope and I exchanged a worried glance before nodding silently. As we left the field, we could not help but feel uneasy about the whole situation. We knew I must do something, but I wasn't sure what. Ethan might have told Alp