Lucas walked ahead of her, with a cold expression on his face. Emma tried to catch his eye, but he avoided her gaze.The sitting room was filled with unfamiliar faces. Emma felt like she was in a crowded party, where she didn't know anyone, like a stranger in her own house. She stood by Lucas's side, feeling out of place. Suddenly, she spotted a man who looked just like Lucas. They had the same dark hair and strong jawline. Emma knew without a doubt that he was Luke, Lucas's twin brother.As if sensing her thoughts, Lucas walked towards Luke, and they both stared each other down for a moment. Emma could feel the tension in the air, and it made her feel uneasy. Lucas muttered the word "Brother," and Luke smirked and responded, "Lucas."The room was silent, and she felt everyone's eyes on her. She tried to smile and look friendly, but her nervousness betrayed her.Samantha and Max were in the room too, and Emma was relieved to see their familiar faces. Max gave her a warm smile, and she
When Emma finally reached the end of the long, winding driveway that led to her family's ancestral home, she did so with a heavy heart. Looking up at the dilapidated mansion that now stood before her, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive. It was the same house where she had spent her childhood, but now it seemed unfamiliar. Like she herself, it had become old and abandoned with the passage of time.As she stepped out of the car, Emma's eyes roamed over the old mansion, taking in every detail. The roof was tattered, and the windows were boarded up. Ivy climbed up the walls, twisting and curling around the bricks as if trying to claim the building for itself. The front lawn was overgrown with weeds and wildflowers, and the trees that once stood tall and proud now drooped, as if defeated. She couldn’t believe it took the death of her parents for her to return here.With a deep sigh, Emma walked up to the front door and pushed it open. The sound of the old hinges creaking echoed throug
Emma decided to get away from the chaos of her new house and check out what the town had to offer at night. She had heard of a popular nightclub, "Elysium," that everyone seemed to be talking about. Dressed in a stunning red dress that accentuated her curves, Emma arrived at the club feeling confident and ready for a night of fun. Even if she knew no one from the town today, it wouldn’t stop her from getting drunk tonight.Well, she used to have a few friends in this town, but that was 20 years ago and she was just five years old. She doubted she would recognize any of them were she to see them.As she walked into the club, the dim lights and thumping music immediately drew her in. The atmosphere was electrifying, and Emma felt her heart racing as she made her way to the bar. She got a drink and sat down on a stool to watch the crowd and enjoy the buzzing energy around her.The club was dimly lit, and smoke machines filled the air with a thick fog. Emma felt a little out of place as s
Lucas, a tall and muscular man in his early thirties, walked through the woods towards the pack house with a sense of purpose. As the Alpha of his small wolf pack, it was his responsibility to ensure that its members were safe and protected. As he approached the packhouse, he could hear the sounds of his pack members chatting and laughing inside.Max, Samantha, and Simon were sitting around a table, deep in conversation. Max, the beta wolf of the pack, was listening intently while Samantha, with her blue eyes blazing, spoke passionately about something. Simon, a small-sized teenager with long hair, sat back in his chair, looking bored. He was the youngest in the pack and was an Omega just like Samantha.There had been nothing of interest going on in their lives until lately. No, they weren’t fighting off rogues because no werewolf was foolish enough to trespass in Alpha Lucas’s territory, let alone seek a fight. However, the pack had sensed something off in the town in the past few da
As Emma drove through the quiet streets of the town, she couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness that had consumed her since the loss of her parents. The loneliness was palpable, and the only solace she had found was at the bottom of a glass.She wore a black dress that hugged her curves and long black boots that reached up to her knees. Her makeup was smudged, a clear indication of the many drinks she had taken that night. She felt the alcohol coursing through her veins, and the world around her seemed to spin.As she drove down the empty road, with the headlights of her car illuminating the empty streets, she saw a man standing in the middle of the road, which made her suddenly jam her brakes. Emma blew her horn, but the man wouldn't move."Hey, get the hell out of my way!" She screamed, still feeling the effects of the numerous bottles of alcohol she had taken.She was confused at what was going on, and then suddenly, something unbelievable happened. The man began to transform
Lucas steps closer to her, his hand still outstretched. "I am Lucas," he says in a low voice. "And you are?"Emma hesitates, unsure of what to do. She looks at his hand, then back up at his face. His eyes are intense, almost predatory, but there's a hint of something else there too—something she can't quite put her finger on."I'm Emma," she finally manages to whisper, taking his hand tentatively.Lucas gives her a small smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I assure you, Emma, I mean you no harm. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already."His words send a shiver down her spine, but she can't deny the truth in them. He had the opportunity to attack her earlier, but he didn't. Maybe he really isn't a threat.Emma takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She looks up at Lucas, taking in his rugged features and piercing gaze."What was that thing that attacked me?" she asks, her voice trembling. "And what are you?"Lucas looks at her with surprise. "You’ve neve
Lucas walked out of the inner room and into the sitting room, where Emma was waiting for him. "Are you hungry?" he asked.Emma was taken aback by the question. Not like she knew how werewolves behave but she had expected him to be more aggressive or menacing, not nicely offering her food. "Uh, yes," she replied cautiously.Lucas nodded and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll make us something to eat," he said over his shoulder.Emma followed him, still trying to process the fact that she was sitting in a werewolf's Cabin. "Do you cook often?" she asked, trying to make small talk. She was also trying to confirm that he wouldn’t serve her a strangled deer or bush rat if that was what werewolves ate.Lucas looked at her with a confused expression. "Of course," he said. “I've had to learn to fend for myself. My parents passed away a few years ago and I haven't had a girlfriend to cook for me." He chuckled sarcasticallyEmma's heart drops a little at the mention of a girlfriend. She's not su
Emma woke up early in the morning, stretching her arms and yawning as she sat up on the bed. She looked around the room and out through the open door, she noticed that Lucas was nowhere to be found. Panic crept up on her, and she called out his name, but there was no answer.She got up from the bed immediately, walked out to the front of the cabin, but Lucas wasn't there. Emma's heart was pounding fast in her chest as she started to worry that something might have happened to him or he had left her alone in the middle of the woods while she was sleeping. She decided to search the back of the cabin, hoping to find him there.As she walked towards the back of the cabin, she noticed a few trees standing in the path. She approached them, and when she looked beyond them, she noticed a river. The view was breathtaking, the river was flowing calmly, and the birds were chirping.Emma suddenly sees Lucas taking a bath in the river, she moves gently beside a tree, watching him from the corner.