Sheila's POV
My 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 away.
"That Devil, what does he want with me? Can't he find other women to play with?" A few minutes after that incident, I went back to sleep and had a very pleasant dream.
In the morning, I was jerked awake.
"Wake up, you lazy fool." A harsh female voice shouted.
I woke up feeling a little groggy. I looked at the girl that woke me.
"Oh, it's you, Kia. Why are you waking me up at this time?" I asked curiously.
"Indeed, the overlord was right. You are very lazy. It's already morning, and you are asking why I woke you up. Go out and fetch firewood with Kira." She commanded.
I ignored her harsh tone and slowly got up. "Seems like Zulu was so angry that he got his people to make things hard for me," I thought.
Kia left and didn't disturb me again. I got up and went outside. The morning light was warm; surprisingly, the first person I saw was Zulu. He seemed to be in a bad temper and didn't even acknowledge me.
After breakfast, we continued traveling deeper into the forest.
"Where are we going?" I asked Kia curiously.
Kia grunted. She had been trying to act strict at first, but it wasn't working. I knew Kia had a soft heart and was only putting up a strong front. I could also feel she was kind; no matter how annoying my question sounded, she always answered it patiently.
"I don't know either. No one in the group knows, only the overlord knows," she answered.
"Hmmm," I looked at the haughty back of Zulu. He seemed to sense something and looked behind; our eyes met. He huffed and continued forward.
"I had been thinking, why don't you form a pack and allow Zulu to be your Alpha, then find a territory and develop?" I asked the question that had been nagging me the most.
"Hahaha, you are silly," she laughed. "Don't you know what we are? We are rogue wolves. Many of us were chased out of our pack for committing crimes while others were born so. Most rogue wolves love freedom and wouldn't want to be under anyone forever. Most of us following Zulu will still go our own way. It's a normal thing. We are not his first batch of followers, anyway."
I nodded in understanding. My stomach rumbled, and I was forced to yawn. Kia took something and passed it to me. I accepted and was touched when I saw that it was a honey cake. She must have noticed my stomach grumbling.
"Thank you," I thanked her happily before devouring the cake.
"Our scouts had found a huge cave up ahead. We are going to stay there for the meantime," Zulu declared.
I was happy that we were going to rest soon. Having walked since morning, I was really tired. Later in the day, we arrived at the cave, and I fell asleep the moment I was assigned a portion. When I woke up, it was already dark, but I wasn't feeling comfortable.
I went and requested new clothes from Kia. She gave me new clothes. There was a stream nearby, and I went over to take a bath. I felt bliss when I stepped into the stream. The warmth of the water cooled my body as I stood in one place, savoring the feeling before I started washing up.
Just then, I felt like I was being looked down upon by a predator. I was alarmed, thinking there was an animal nearby. When I looked up, I saw two pairs of burning, deep black eyes staring wantonly at my naked body. I yelped and dived under the water.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I cursed.
"What do you mean? It's you I should be asking because I was here before you," he replied shamelessly.
"You..." I gritted my teeth. "Fine, you are right, but please can you give me a little privacy, just this once."
"I was here before you, why will I give way?" He said as he lazily leaned on a tree behind him.
I gritted my teeth, but I couldn't think of a better comeback.
"Fine then. Just look at the other side, and I will be out of the water and allow you to enjoy your peace," I pleaded.
"Nobody tells me what to do. If you want to go, just go the way you came in, anyway," he remained adamant. The two of us stared at each other like that. The Devil refused to budge even a little. His claim that he was there before me was clearly false. I checked the surroundings well enough before I dived into the river.
But there was no way I could tell him to his face that he was lying, unless I had a death wish.
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
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