Sheila's POV
I Was assigned to the same quarter with the omegas. I was no omega; instead, I used to be a rogue wolf until I found the Westvale park, and they accepted me. But since I wasn't trusted enough, I had to live with the omegas until I made enough contribution.
"Sheila, what's wrong? Why are you looking like this?" A girl came out to welcome me and looked taken aback when she saw my appearance.
I smiled weakly. "It's nothing, Arla; it's just some bruises," I assured her. She looked at me up and down.
"In what way is this small?" She said in displeasure and came forward to help me. I allowed her to help me to my room.
"Please, Arla, I need a favor from you."
"What's it? I can do anything for you," she said with a kind smile.
"If the healer wolf comes, tell her that I'm not around, please," I looked at her pleadingly. She hesitated For a while before helplessly agreeing, I smiled delightedly. I knew she would agree; Arla was a real friend and had treated me well since I came to the park. In the past, I made her my personal aide when I became the second most powerful werewolf in the pack.
Stella was really very vicious with her beating. If the healer came and saw that my injuries were mostly healed, he would surely report it to Damian, and it might arouse suspicion. I remembered that it was exactly what happened in the past, and Damian had to visit me. At that time, I had a huge crush on him and couldn't hold back from telling him everything.
This time I will make sure the incident doesn't repeat. I lay on the bed while thinking of the best way to escape the park. I want revenge, but I can only get revenge if I remain alive. If I continue staying in Westvale, my end will be the same as in the past.
"But where do I go?" I wondered. After thinking for a while, I decided to go anywhere, so long as I leave this place. I can't bear to see Damian's pretentious face again. I made up my mind to escape tomorrow when we are sent to pick herbs.
Early the next morning, I was awakened by a knock. "Who's there?" I called out.
"It's me, can I come in?" I was shocked. It was Damian; what was he doing here?
"No, please don't," I said hurriedly, not wanting him to see that I'm fully healed with no scratches. It was a normal thing for a werewolf to heal very fast, but my healing ability was very abnormal. This speed of healing can only be achieved using herbs and special crystals.
"Why can't I? Is anything wrong?" His voice sounded like he was a little bit angered.
No, it wasn't what you think, my Lord; it's just that I wasn't proper," I lied.
"Oh, is that so? I understand then. Can you please come to my quarters after you are done?"
My heart started palpitating. Why does he want me to come to his chamber? This wasn't how things were supposed to happen, right? I thought that he wouldn't bother about me since he isn't yet aware of my ability.
"Yes, my Lord," I answered.
Once he was gone, I got up hurriedly. This time I had to escape no matter what, to avoid any incident. I quickly changed out of my night clothes and grabbed my herb basket, rushing outside.
Arla saw me and looked surprised.
"Why are you going for herb picking this early in the morning, and why do you look so energetic?"
I knew she was referring to how I looked yesterday.
"It's nothing, Arla; it's just small bruises, and they are already healed," I ran out before she could ask more questions.
Luckily no one stopped me from leaving when they saw the basket I was holding. They probably thought that I went out for herb gathering.
The moment I stepped outside the park area, I ran as fast as I could, sprinting through the forest. A gray figure flashed and blocked me. It was a werewolf.
"Who are you?" I asked worriedly.
The figure's body contracted, and it shifted into a blonde-haired man.
"Desmond," the name rang in my brain. He was a very evil man and always enjoys torturing the omegas. I remembered in the future he will try to rape me and was caught; Damian was angry and sentenced him to death.
Maybe he will be able to escape that fate in this lifetime.
"Where are you going?" He asked coldly.
"I am going for herb picking," I replied.
"If I recall correctly, this is not the area you use to pick herbs, huh?" He had a smile on his face and walked forward. I started retreating but increased his pace. I made up my mind and ran the other way immediately. He chased after me, I quickly shifted to my wolf form and continued fleeing. Desmond continued giving chase.
Even though I was faster, he clearly knew the forest just like his palm; he was able to use the terrains perfectly and soon he caught up to me and pounced on me. I had no choice but to fight back.
In the past, I wasn't much of a fighter when I just joined the pack. But after many years of fighting alongside Damian, I had gained a lot of battle experience, and even though my body wasn't strong enough now, it was enough for me to deal with Desmond.
I clawed him on his neck and sent him rolling with a deep gash on his neck; he lay on the ground as blood gushed out. He wasn't able to escape his fate even in this life; it seems like he was doomed to die.
I looked around cautiously while licking the wound on my shoulder. I decided not to transform into my human form since I don't have clothes to change into; besides, staying in the wolf form will allow me to run faster.
Sheila's POVThis was the first time I was killed in my second life, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. I continued running; I didn't know how long I ran by the time I ran out of energy. There was a stream nearby, and I immediately ran to the stream to drink water. I gulped the water greedily and felt the energy returning to my body.I looked up subconsciously and saw a dark gray wolf looking at me from a short distance away. The wolf appeared tall and huge, and my senses told me that I was no match for this wolf.I immediately took off and started running again. The wolf chased after me. He was relatively faster and was catching up. I could tell he was an Alpha; his speed was just the same as Damian's, and he even looked faster.Although my speed is considered to be fast among the other werewolves, I was no match for him.The Alpha caught up with me and pounced on me forcefully, turning me over. He was so strong that I couldn't even resist.I was pinned to the ground and had no choice
Sheila's POVMy heart was beating at a fast rate. I quickly turned around and pushed him away from me."You! What are you trying to do?" I was exasperated and couldn't get my thoughts together."What do you think I'm trying to do?" He asked in a teasing voice. He had a smirk on his face, which made him look way more handsome than usual."You devil, don't dare get any closer to me." I growled, ready to fight with my life rather than to be defiled by him.He frowned, seemingly aware that he wouldn't submit today. He sighed."Am I really that detestable?"I ignored his question and kept my guard up, ready to attack if he made any funny move. He stayed there, staring at me while I also stared back at him. After a while, he stood up."Forget it, I don't force myself on women that I really fancy. I will leave you this time. Just make sure you don't regret this." He stood up and left after that.I watched him leave the tent and heaved a sigh of relief after I was sure that he had walked far
Overlord, we are under attack!" One of the rogue wolves called out. Zulu jerked."Get dressed and return to the pack," he ordered before disappearing into the forest. I was alarmed and quickly swam out of the water. I dashed to where my clothes were spread on the rock and immediately got dressed.I could hear cries from far away; it sounded like there was fighting up ahead. I paused, not knowing what to do. Maybe I shouldn't go back. This might be my only opportunity to escape. I decided to turn the other way.A wolf dashed out from a small clearing behind me and pounced after me. I immediately transformed and started escaping. It seems like Zulu's men had broken camp and were now escaping. All for himself.It was very much expected in a group filled with rogue wolves. There was no real bond between them, only benefits. They will never put their life on the line if it doesn't benefit them.Soon there were two wolves chasing after me. They were very relentless and didn't give up the pu
Sheila's pov As I lay pinned beneath this Alpha, his strong physique emanating strength and fire, my heart raced. My mind kept repeating the name Kloss. Northern Tribunal's Alpha. Ruler of the Northern Peak. Even in the most isolated areas of the werewolf population, there were tales of his might and brutality. I attempted to comprehend his recent declaration. I was astounded by his boldness in claiming me without my permission, but I was also taken aback by the intensity and unyielding resolve in his eyes. "You can't just—" I began, but he interrupted. "I can, and I have," he declared, refusing to back down. "Now get dressed." He gave me the freshly brought-in pair of clothes. I attempted to think of a plan as I dressed. I could not submit to the rule of another despot. Never again. Even when Kloss wasn't staring at me, I could feel his power and presence. He turned aside to give me some solitude. He turned back to confront me after I was dressed, his gaze gentler but no less menaci
I felt a mixture of emotions flowing inside of me as I stood at the window of my new rooms and observed the pack members going about their business. The extensive territory of the Northern Tribunal stood in sharp contrast to the unruly lawless terrain I had already experienced. It was well-run, vibrant, and, in spite of Kloss's intimidating reputation, I felt a sense of unity here that I had never experienced in Westvale. However, I was unable to let myself become at ease. Not quite yet. I had to remind myself that my goals were to live and exact revenge on Damian. I had to carefully negotiate this unfamiliar environment and play my cards well. I had to make sure I was safe.I turned away from the window to study the cabin more thoroughly. It was unexpectedly well-furnished, with a warm fireplace, a solid hardwood bed, and a tiny kitchen. There were also bookcases stocked with volumes about werewolf history, mythology, and strategies. The cabin felt almost like home, in stark contrast
As I became accustomed to the Northern Tribunal schedule, the days began to connect together. Training with Darius was exhausting yet fulfilling. Every morning, before dawn, I pushed myself to the utmost, determined to show my worth. The pack members looked at me with a mix of interest and distrust, but I didn't let that stop me. I was here to survive and, eventually, to exact my revenge. Despite my thorough preparation, I couldn't shake the impression that something was developing. There was a tension in the air, a feeling of unease that I couldn't identify. I frequently caught glimpses of Kloss overseeing the training fields, his gaze tracking my every movement. He was a constant presence, reminding us of the power dynamics at play.Elara found me by the creek one evening, after a particularly intense session, where I frequently went to clear my thoughts. "Sheila," she said gently, approaching with a wary smile. "You're doing exceptionally well. The pack is beginning to respect you
Sheila’s POVThe effect of the battle with Damian left the Northern Tribunal with mixed feelings of relief and uncertainty. The pack had won, but the wounds of the conflict remained deep. We mourned our losses and cared for the injured, banding together to repair what had been damaged. Life gradually returned to normal over the next few days. The patrols proceeded, albeit with heightened alertness, and the pack returned to their normal routines. We felt a newfound feeling of unity, forged in the heat of the battle.As I went through the area one morning, I couldn't help but dwell on everything that had brought me here. My journey had been rocky, from rogue wolf on the run to seeking shelter in the Northern Tribunal. But suddenly I had a purpose, a place to call home. Kloss had kept his promises. He had let me stay because I had earned my place in the pack by hard work and determination. The pack members, who had previously been uneasy with me, now welcome me as one of their own. I ha
His warm smile spread to his eyes. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "We're in a pack. "We look out for one another."As we stood together, I felt a sense of determination running over me. I couldn't rewrite the past, but I could help shapen the future. With Kloss by my side, I felt stronger than ever. Later that evening, after supper, Kloss and I went back to his study to review the day's events and plan our next actions. Maps and scrolls scattered the enormous wooden table, which was illuminated by a faint glow of candlelight. Bollard joined us, reporting on the most recent patrols and scouting activities around the eastern boundaries."Rogue activity has increased," Bollard said gravely. "We intercepted a group attempting to breach our defenses near the River Fang." Kloss frowned, perusing the map in front of us. "Any casualties?" "Minor injuries," Bollard responded. "But we drove them off before they could do any real damage." I listened closely, my mind racing with