Jake“Where's my father?” I yelled, my voice rising with panic. The guards rushed over, their faces full of confusion. “What's wrong?” they asked, concern evident in their voices. I pointed to the empty cell, my eyes wide with fear.“He was here, but now he's gone,” I said, my voice shaking. The guards looked at each other, their expressions full of disbelief. “It's not possible,” one of them said, shaking his head.“He's not here right now,” I said, my voice rising with frustration. “How could you be so careless?” I yelled, unable to contain my anger. The guards shivered, their eyes downcast. “No one's answering my question,” I said, my voice growing louder. “Who was the guard on duty?” I demanded, my frustration boiling over. They remained silent, refusing to meet my gaze. “I want an answer,” I said, my voice shaking with rage.“He's not here,” they said, their voices trembling with fear. “Find him,” I demanded, my voice low and threatening. They nodded, and within seconds, th
ZeldaMy father and brother left the room, the door closing softly behind them. I was left alone, lying on the bed, my body exhausted from the events of the day. As I drifted off to sleep, I realized that for a moment, I had forgotten my troubles. I had allowed myself to be swept up in the relief of having my father back, the comfort of knowing that I had my family around me. It was a feeling I had been missing for so long, and it was a feeling I hoped to hold on to for as long as possible.I heard the door open and looked up to see Drake standing in the doorway. His face was etched with worry, and he looked as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I couldn't bear to see him like that, so I asked, “Can I massage your head?” His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, sinking into the chair beside my bed. I took his head in my hands, my fingers gently kneading his scalp. He relaxed under my touch, his shoulders sinking with relief.“Any latest developments?” I aske
Drake“Okay, here goes,” I said, taking a deep breath and trying to make my words as clear and precise as possible. “There have been a series of attacks against us, and we don't know who is behind them. They have been happening for a while now, and they have been getting more and more serious.” I watched Jake's face as he struggled to make sense of my words, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. He seemed to be trying to put the pieces together, to understand what I was telling him. “But what does that have to do with my dad?” he asked, his voice full of worry. I could tell he was desperate for answers, for more explanation of what was happening.“Your dad went missing, and the guard on duty was killed,” I said, my voice shaky. “If it was a kidnapper, they would have sent you a ransom demand by now. And your dad doesn't have any enemies. Except me,” I said, my voice tinged with a hint of humor despite the seriousness of the situation. I could see the wheels turning in
ZeldaI tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was no use. I could feel my pulse quickening, my heart racing with anxiety. The darkness of the room seemed to press in on me, and I felt a sense of claustrophobia, like the walls were closing in.I crept out of my room, barefoot and shivering, the cold floor making me wish I had grabbed a robe. I padded down the hallway, the old wood creaking under my feet. I paused outside Drake's room, unsure if I should knock. I barged inside the room, it was dark and Drake was not inside. I could hear the shower running and the bathroom door was slightly open, I knew Drake was inside.The sound of the shower was faint but audible, the steady stream of water almost hypnotic. I couldn't help but wonder what Drake was doing in the shower at such a late hour. I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts under control. I heard a splash and a muffled curse. Suddenly, I had an idea and I decided to do it even though I have not done
JakeI lay awake, staring at the ceiling, as the hours crept by. My mind was restless, unable to shut off even for a moment. The darkness of the room felt stifling, and the sheets felt heavy on my body. The ticking of the clock seemed to get louder and louder as I tried in vain to fall asleep. Finally, I gave up and decided to face the morning, watching as the sky turned from black to a deep blue, and then a lighter shade as the sun began to peek over the horizon. I threw the covers off and got out of bed, padding barefoot across the cold floor to the window. I pulled the curtains aside and looked out into the predawn darkness, my breath fogging up the glass. I pulled on a jacket and headed out into the crisp morning air, shivering slightly as the wind whipped through my hair. I could see the outline of the woods in the distance.I needed to find Drake, and I needed to find to return to my pack. I was determined to find the answers I had. I noticed a figure in the distance, standin
DrakeI opened my eyes to the warm glow of the morning sun, shining through the window and filling the room with light. The sound of birds chirping outside filled my ears, a peaceful melody that eased my mind. But what caught my attention most was the soft sound of laughter coming from next to me. I turned to see Zelda lying there, a smile on her face and her eyes full of love. “Good morning, sleepy head,” she said, her voice full of warmth and affection. I couldn't help but smile back, feeling grateful for this moment of peace.My thoughts flashed back to the night before, to the heat of our embrace, to the taste of her lips, to the feel of her skin against mine. It was as if the night had been etched into my memory, each moment playing out in vivid detail. I felt a wave of desire wash over me, and I reached out to touch her again. But then I paused, I couldn't shake the thought that maybe she needed time to recover, that perhaps she was still feeling sore from last night. “Drake
DrakeI took the black box from Jake, my hands shaking as I lifted the lid. Inside was a stack of papers and photographs. I rifled through them, my eyes widening as I saw familiar names and faces. Some of the pages were letters, written in neat script. Others were pictures, showing people I didn't recognize. And then, I saw it. A picture of Lucas, standing next to a man I had never seen before. But there was something about him that looked familiar. I felt a shiver of recognition run down my spine. Who was he? And what did he have to do with Lucas?I looked up from the picture, my eyes wide with shock. “That's your father's best friend?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I had so many questions, but I didn't know where to start. “Yes,” Jake replied, his voice shaky. “His name is-” He stopped, taking a deep breath. “His name is Alpha Charles.” “Charles.” I hummed as I watched the picture closely. “What does Charles have to do with this?” I asked. I could see the hesitation in Jak
DrakeI made my way down the door, my legs feeling like lead. Jake was waiting for me, a small box in his hands. When I got close enough, he opened the box and revealed its contents. It was a sword, its blade glinting in the light. My stomach dropped as I realized what it meant. “Is this the sword?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” he said, his own voice barely audible. I felt like I was going to be sick. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. “It belongs to Alpha Charles pack,” he said, his voice quivering.The sword belonged to Alpha Charles, one of the most powerful and dangerous Alphas in the country. He was ruthless, and he ruled with an iron fist. His reputation was infamous, and we knew that we were up against something much bigger than we could have imagined. “This changes everything,” I said, my voice hollow. “We need to act fast.” “But what can we do?” Jack asked, his voice trembling. I knew we had to think fast, and we had to be smart. B