As my eyes scanned the handwritten words, I felt a connection to a narrative that had unfolded over time, leaving its mark on the pages."If you're reading this book," I began reading aloud, my voice a steady cadence in the room, "then it's because Alpha Draxler betrayed or killed me. There aren't many contents in it; it's mostly about the incident that happened 12 years ago."The weight of those words hung in the air, creating a somber atmosphere that permeated the room. The mention of betrayal and death, woven into the simple declaration, cast a shadow over our gathering. A glance at Fernanda revealed a pallor on her face, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and anticipation. Subtly, she gestured for me to continue reading, and I obliged, compelled to unravel the layers of the narrative."As I recount the incident," I read on, "I hope it sheds light on the motivations and alliances that led to this moment. The truth, though painful, must be known."The gravity of those words settle
*Damian's POV*I leaned against the doorframe, the weight of my argument heavy on my shoulders. The study exuded authority, a place where my father, Alpha Draxler, made decisions that shaped the Midnight Shadow pack. His mahogany desk stood as a symbol of power, and his piercing gaze didn't waver as I entered."Dad," I started, my voice steady despite the storm of frustration within. "I need to be on the front lines. Fernanda is out there, and I can't sit back and watch others go after her. I can do this."His gaze shifted from the documents scattered on his desk to me, his son seeking his place in the pack's history. His elbow rested on the polished wood, his expression stern. "Damian, this isn't a place for sentimentality. It's about strategy, power, and ensuring the pack's future. You're the heir, the one who will lead when I'm gone."I couldn't shake the feeling of being held back, aching to prove myself. "I get that, Dad, but I can't stand by while someone else takes the lead. Let
Fernanda's POV:As we awaited judgment from the Midnight Shadow pack, a nagging thought crept into my mind, a notion that felt like a whisper from some instinctual depth. I raised my hand, a signal for their attention, and as they turned toward me, the gravity of the moment etched across their faces."You know," I began, my voice soft but carrying the weight of conviction, "what if we turn the tables on Draxler? What if we use what he least expects against him?"Curiosity sparked in their eyes, a flicker of hope amidst the ominous ambiance. I suggested something unconventional, something borne out of necessity and desperation. My proposal lingered in the air like a challenge, daring us to defy the fate scripted by the looming shadows."I've been thinking," I continued, "what if each of you has a sip of my blood? It might give us the edge we need—make us stronger, faster. Alpha Draxler won't see it coming."Sergio, my steadfast mate, raised an eyebrow, his gaze locked with mine. His co
I affirmed, my voice carrying a mix of resolve and optimism. The atmosphere in the room shifted, infused with a collective determination that bordered on defiance.Our moods were elevated, and the anxiety that had clung to us like a shroud seemed to dissipate. The bond we shared, strengthened by the exchange of blood and lighthearted banter, created a semblance of unity in the face of adversity.However, the reprieve was short-lived. A sudden change in the air disrupted our sense of triumph. The scent, carried by the night breeze, reached my heightened senses, and the realization hit me like a physical blow. The unmistakable scent of an army of enemy warriors enveloped my nose, a foreboding aroma that sent a shiver down my spine.I turned to Sergio and the others, my expression mirroring the unease that flickered across their faces. The room fell into a hushed stillness, the air pregnant with the impending storm. "Fernanda, he's here," my wolf, Lara, whispered to my subconscious, her v
As I waded through the chaos, nearby enemy warriors attempted to impede my progress. With swift and deliberate movements, I fended them off, a dance of blades and fur that showcased the primal instincts guiding my actions. Every strike was executed with utmost focus, my mind consumed by the singular goal of reaching Damian."Fernanda, if you don't calm down, you're going to make a mistake and make yourself highly vulnerable," Lara, my wolf, warned with a sense of urgency. Her voice echoed in the recesses of my mind, a reminder of the risks inherent in letting anger override reason. But I was too consumed by fury to heed the caution. The taste of vengeance lingered on my tongue, driving me forward with relentless determination.I continued to forge ahead, my senses honed on the direction and scent of Damian's voice. The battlefield was a cacophony of clashes and roars, each step a deliberate stride toward the confrontation that awaited. The anticipation of our impending clash heightened
As my mental focus extended, I pinpointed Alpha Draxler's location. However, the relief of finding him was overshadowed by the realization that he was already engaged in a fierce clash with Sergio. The urgency of the situation surged within me – Sergio needed backup, and the celestial blood I had shared might not offer prolonged protection.Opening my eyes, I whispered to Lara, a silent understanding passing between us. "We need to back up Sergio," I said, my voice carrying a mix of determination and concern. "Alpha Draxler is already clashing with him, and we can't afford to leave him alone."Lara hummed in agreement, her wolf instincts resonating with the urgency of the situation. "But what about Damian?" she voiced the unspoken concern, a reminder that the past antagonist still loomed in the shadows.The decision weighed heavily on me. "We'll have to deal with Damian later," I replied, my gaze firm. "Right now, Sergio needs our support. The battle with Alpha Draxler is crucial, and
The charged atmosphere shifted as Grinjo charged towards me again, his movements slightly quicker, indicating a stronger attack this time. I composed my balance, anticipating the targeted spot he aimed for, ready to guard against the impending strike. Yet, in a cunning twist, Grinjo altered his target at the last second. The switch caught me off guard, and the stance I had taken meant I wouldn't be able to defend against the new trajectory.Just as the blow was about to land, a sudden intervention disrupted the course of the clash. Out of nowhere, Damian appeared, swift and decisive. His kick deflected Grinjo's hand away, sparing me from the impending impact. Staggering back, I took a moment to regain my bearings, the relief mingled with a tinge of surprise at Damian's unexpected interference.However, the proximity of Damian's presence made me acutely aware of the mixed emotions swirling within me. His sudden appearance, while beneficial in that moment, also triggered a wave of discom
Breaking the silence, Jake's voice reverberated through the night. "Which one of you wants to come at me first?" he challenged, his tone carrying the weight of authority. Grinjo, smirking with confidence, stepped forward, ready to accept the challenge. "Don't get so cocky now," he retorted. "You're still young and inexperienced. What makes you think you could take me alone, much less along with Damian? I think you're getting ahead of yourself, and it'll be my pleasure to put fools like you in your place."The tension between the two wolves simmered, the air thickening with the promise of impending confrontation. Grinjo, with a determined glint in his glowing red eyes, began the transformative process into his own wolf form. A massive ash wolf emerged, its red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. While as large as Jake, Grinjo lacked the same intimidating presence.Turning to Damian, Jake challenged him to join the impending clash. "And you? Aren't you going to shift? Or are you scared?" he