Marco’s POVMy heart raced as I scanned the surrounding area, desperate to catch a glimpse of Scarlett, to find any trace of her presence. The forest seemed to close in around me, its silence mocking my confusion and frustration. How could Scarlett not be here? What twisted game was Swiftclaw playing?My mind raced through countless possibilities, searching for answers amidst the chaos of battle. Perhaps the enemy had moved Scarlett, anticipating our arrival. Or worse, had they already extracted vital information from her? The thought sent a chill down my spine, fueling the fire of determination within me."Sage!" I called out, my voice tinged with urgency. "We've been led astray. Scarlett is not here. We must regroup and find her. Swiftclaw is playing a dangerous game."Sage's eyes met mine, his brow furrowed with concern. "Agreed, Marco," he responded, his voice filled with the same determination. "We cannot let their deception deter us. We will find Scarlett and bring her back, no
Soldiers—countless soldiers—poured out from the underbrush, armed to the teeth and surrounding us. How had I been caught off guard? I scanned our surroundings, searching for an escape route, but it was too late. We were outnumbered, surrounded by an enemy force that seemed to materialize out of thin air. Panic gripped me as the soldiers closed in, their eyes filled with malice and their weapons gleaming with deadly intent. Our comrades fought valiantly, but the sheer number of adversaries overwhelmed us. Chaos erupted, the clash of steel and screams of agony filling the air. I fought with all my might, swinging my weapon in a desperate attempt to hold back the tide of attackers. But they were relentless, closing in on me from all sides. My comrades fell one by one, their lives extinguished in the blink of an eye. Fear mingled with sorrow, fueling a burning rage within me. "Stand strong!" I shouted to those who remained, my voice strained with both defiance and desperation. "We will
Marco’s POV took a moment to collect my thoughts, my mind clouded by grief and determination. "First and foremost, we need to find out Scarlett's exact location. Swiftclaw, that treacherous fiend, took her from me. Until we rescue her, our mission remains incomplete." Sage nodded, his expression mirroring my urgency. "Agreed. We cannot rest until we bring her back safely. But we must proceed with caution. Swiftclaw is cunning, and Queen Scarlett's life hangs in the balance. We need a plan." I took a deep breath, my mind racing with possibilities. "We have contacts within the resistance. We should reach out to them discreetly, gather any information they have on Swiftclaw's whereabouts. We need to know where they have taken her before we make any further moves." Sage's eyes flickered with determination, his voice filled with resolve. "I will make the necessary arrangements, reaching out to our contacts. We'll gather intel on Swiftclaw's location. But until then, we must lay low, hid
Scarlett’s POVElara's question hung in the air, her surprise evident on her face. I nodded, confirming her assumption. "Yes, Elara. I am the wife of Marco, the Lycan King."She gasped softly, her eyes widening with a mix of awe and reverence. "The Lycan Kingdom... It is the second most feared kingdom, known for its power and might. To think that you are the queen, that you have faced such trials... I am honored to have you here in my humble abode."I reached out, gently touching her arm to halt her attempted prostration. "Elara, there is no need for such formalities. What matters now is not my title or position, but finding a way back to my husband and our people. I am grateful for your kindness, but my priority lies in reuniting with Marco and ensuring the safety of our kingdom."Elara nodded, her expression a mix of understanding and determination. "Of course, Scarlett. Your journey is of utmost importance. I will do everything in my power to assist you, to help you find your way b
Scarlett’s POVElara took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of caution and determination. "Swiftclaw's origins are shrouded in darkness, Scarlett," she began, her voice laden with a heavy weight. "He is the son of a powerful wolf who was entangled with demons, seeking to harness their dark magic for his own purposes. It is believed that this union tainted Swiftclaw's bloodline, infusing him with an inherent darkness and an insatiable thirst for vengeance."A shiver ran down my spine as Elara's words sank in. The connection between Swiftclaw and the demons cast a sinister light on his motives and the depths of his malevolence. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of monstrous power he wielded."Swiftclaw's vendetta against the Lycan Kingdom runs deep," Elara continued, her voice tinged with sorrow. "You see, Scarlett, his father was once involved in a brutal battle with the mighty King of the Lycan Kingdom, whom I suspect is Marco's father. In that fateful clash, Marc
Scarlett’s POVWhen I finally regained awareness, I found myself lying on a soft surface, surrounded by the hushed whispers of concerned voices. As my vision cleared, Elara's worried face came into focus, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and trepidation."Scarlett, you're awake," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with both worry and relief. "Thank the heavens."I tried to sit up, my body weak and trembling. "What happened?" I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. The memory of my panic and subsequent collapse washed over me, causing a shiver to run down my spine.Elara gently helped me into a sitting position, her touch reassuring. "You passed out, Scarlett," she explained softly. "The weight of everything, the fear and uncertainty, it became too much for you to bear. But you're safe now."As the fog of confusion lifted, I realized that my collapse was a stark reminder of the gravity of our situation."Thank you, Elara," I murmured, my voice still weak. "I apologize for caus
Marco’s POVAs you may have heard, my wife Scarlett, who is pregnant with our child, has been kidnapped. I pursued her captor, Swiftclaw, but he outsmarted me, resulting in the loss of all my men."A somber silence settled in the grand hall as the Crimson Pack members listened attentively. The gravity of the situation was reflected in their expressions, their eyes filled with determination and sympathy."I stand before you today, not only seeking your aid, but also hoping to forge an alliance against Swiftclaw," I continued, my voice firm yet filled with a touch of vulnerability. "His actions have threatened the peace and security we have fought so hard to establish. Together, we can bring him to justice and rescue Scarlett from his clutches."The King's gaze bore into mine, understanding and empathy evident in his eyes. "King Marco, we share your pain and stand with you in this trying time. The Crimson Pack understands the importance of unity, and we will not turn a blind eye to the
Marco’s POVAs I fell asleep, my tired mind played tricks on me, taking me into a disturbing place filled with guilt and suffering. I saw vivid and scary images, like my worst nightmares coming true.In this dark place, I saw the ghostly figures of my friends who had died. They looked pained and angry, blaming me for what happened to them. Their breathing was labored, and their cries of pain hurt me deeply. Their voices accused me of being responsible for their deaths.Their accusations haunted me, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with guilt. I reached out to touch them, wanting to apologize and comfort them, but I couldn't touch them. It made me feel helpless and empty."Why, Marco? Why did you lead us into this deathtrap?" one of them gasped, his voice filled with agony. "We trusted you, and you led us to our doom."Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out to touch them, wanting to comfort them, to tell them that I never intended for this tragedy to unfold. But my hands p