Sheila's POV
This 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 but to revert to my human to show that I wasn't resisting again. The Alpha also transformed into his human form. I saw his face up close. He was so handsome with a well-chiseled face; his eyes were like the abyss, and he had a smirk on his face.
I was dazed and forced to look at him longer. His smirk intensified.
"What? Are you already in love with me, dear? It's our first time meeting; don't you think it's inappropriate to fall in love?" He said, leaning closer to me. I felt something on my lower body and was alarmed. Since both of us had transformed naturally, we had no clothes on.
I had been so nervous that I didn't notice at first. I used my last strength to push him out of my body. He wasn't expecting it, so I succeeded in pushing him away, causing him to roll on the ground.
I tried to run again, but he was already up on his heels. He ran forward and held my neck tightly.
"Where do you think you are going, my dear?" He said huskily and even leaned closer to my ears. His fingers traced around my body and almost touched my naked breast. My body shuddered involuntarily.
"Who are you?" He asked, raising my chin so I could meet his eyes. Looking at his dark abyss-like eyes, I felt like I was looking at an extremely dangerous creature. All my five senses screamed danger.
"Sheila," I answered.
"What park are you from?" He asked again.
"I don't have a park."
"What do you mean?" He tightened his grip, seemingly not believing me.
"I truly don't have a park; I used to live with my parents in a cave until they left one day and didn't come back," I screamed as hot tears fell from my eyes.
He paused, and his eyes looked a little gentle.
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry," he made an attempt to wipe away the tears, but I quickly dodged his hands. He grunted but didn't say a thing.
"Overlord, here you are; we have been looking for you." A group of male and female werewolves walked out from the woods ahead. They were surprised to see the scene in front of them. They decided not to talk.
"You are a rogue wolf, so welcome to the family. I'm Zulu," he declared.
"Zulu!" The name rang a bell. Yes, now I remember the tyrant Zulu. He was a very notorious rogue wolf known for committing many atrocities and crimes, including raping and murdering female wolves. No wonder his face looked familiar.
In her past life, she had seen him once. He had a beef with Damian, and he took me to hunt down Zulu.
Zulu and his men were outnumbered at that time, and he was wounded and battered and looked nothing like his great self now.
"Please, can you release me? I don't want to join your pack; I just want to be alone.
"We're not a pack; we are a family made up of people like you." His voice sounded soothing.
"But I don't want to become a part of your family, please. Can you please release me? Please, I promise never to cross your territory again."
"This is not my territory," he replied coldly.
"Okay, then can you please just let me go?" I pleaded.
"Welcome to the family," he declared and released me. I felt very weak on my leg and had to lean on a nearby tree.
"Kia, get her some clothes," he ordered.
The girl called Kia came forward with some women's clothing. For no reason, she seems to hold a grudge with me.
I didn't think too much of it and went to a nearby cave to change.
When I came out, she nodded at me coldly. "I thought you had no backbone and would try to escape," she smirked.
"If you do, I won't blame you. This is not the paradise that you used to live in. Welcome to hell."
After that, I followed the group deep inside the forest. We walked until we reached their camp. There were a few men waiting in the camp. They immediately came forward to greet Zulu and welcome the others.
They held a little feast, which I wasn't part of. I huddled in the tent assigned to me, and soon I fell asleep.
I woke up with a start; I felt something like my body being violated. I woke up immediately and felt a hand touching my body and moving towards the forbidden zone. I smacked the hand away.
"Stay quiet!" It was Zulu.
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
Sheila's POVBack at the Northern Tribunal, the disclosures from the River Fang weighed heavily in the air. The scrolls we had found indicated a network of betrayal that was deeper than I had ever imagined. Allegiance to Damian had poisoned the names and faces I had once known as friends. As we approached the main hall, Kloss was waiting, his countenance a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Bollard came forward and handed him the sack of scrolls without saying anything. Kloss took it seriously, his gaze narrowing as he examined the contents. "These names…" Kloss murmured, his voice tight and angry. "They were part of the plot all along."I watched him read through the scrolls, feeling the tension in the room. Each name seemed to widen the gap between us and those who had previously vowed allegiance to the pack. It was a betrayal that wounded deep, creating wounds that would be difficult to mend. "What do we do now?" Bollard inquired, breaking the stillness that had fallen over us. Klos