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 menacing. "We must relocate. There would be other threats here besides Zulu's soldiers, he declared. "You're coming with me to my territory." I started to object, but all he had to do was stare at me. "You’ll be safer with me than running alone in these woods."
Kloss's pov
I couldn't resist stealing glances at Sheila as we strolled through the forest. Her presence was captivating and she was truly amazing. Her white wolf, so unusual and beautiful, had drawn my attention like no other. My wolf was itching to thoroughly claim her. I'd moved quickly to pull her into my area, and I meant to stay there. I knew she would eventually realize her place at my side, even in spite of her rage and resistance. She exuded a certain tenacity and resolve that I could relate to. My soldiers had regrouped when we arrived at a clearing. They knew better than to criticize my choices, so they looked at Sheila with curiosity but respect. Bollard stepped closer to me, his face solemn.
"We've guarded the vacinity, my Lord. Although Zulu's troops are withdrawing, he claimed, "there are reports of other renegade groups nearby." I turned to face Sheila after nodding. "We're packing up and moving. Remain near; do not attempt to escape!. You can't make it through the forest alone; it's unsafe." With a look of defiance in her eyes, she turned to face me. She declared, "I can take care of myself," in a firm voice. "I certainly don't doubt it," I answered. "But you'll do it under my protection now." I saw the respect and wonder with which my soldiers looked at Sheila as we returned to my area. They could feel her strength and power. She was different from the other she-wolves, and I could see she would make a strong Luna.
Sheila's pov
It was a tense trip into Kloss's turf. Even though I was determined to get away, I could feel the weight of his stare on me, and there was an odd comfort in his company. Being with him seemed safer than being out in the bush by myself, as much as I hated to admit it. At last, we arrived at the jurisdiction of the Northern Tribunal. The countryside was far more expansive and majestic than Westvale. The pack members gave Kloss a respectful greeting, and when they noticed me, their eyes widened a little. One of the older wolves inquired, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, "Who is she?" Only "She is mine," Kloss uttered. There was no room for debate in such statement.
It was a tense trip into Kloss's turf. Even though I was determined to get away, I could feel the weight of his stare on me, and there was an odd comfort in his company. Being with him seemed safer than being out in the bush by myself, as much as I hated to admit it. to last, we arrived to the jurisdiction of the Northern Tribunal. The countryside was far more expansive and majestic than Westvale. The pack members gave Kloss a respectful greeting, and when they noticed me, their eyes widened a little. One of the older wolves inquired, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, "Who is she?" Only "She is mine," Kloss uttered. There was no room for debate in such statement.
I stood up straight and confidently met the older wolf's stare. Kloss may have claimed me, but I was not about to back down. Not any longer. I followed Kloss to a big cabin in the middle of the region. He continued, "This will be your quarters," and pulled open the door. The interior of the space was cozy and welcoming, and it was surprisingly well-furnished. "You will stay here until we can sort things out," he replied. "I'll come back, but I have certain things to attend to. Never attempt to leave." I was confused and angry at the same time as I watched him leave. Although he had complete control over his people, there was more to him than greeted the eye. Something I was having trouble locating.
When I was alone myself, I looked around the cabin and tried to clear my head. I had to figure out how to make this work in my favor. to win Kloss over, or at the very least, convince him that I am more than just a gift to be taken home. My desire for vengeance on Damian was still burning in my brain. I was unable to let that go. But I had to wait it out and survive for now. Kloss was a formidable friend who, with the appropriate card play, might hold the key to my plans. But I had to exercise caution. If I made a mistake, I might lose everything.
Gazing out the window, I observed the pack members going about their tasks. I had to be stronger, sharper, and more tough than ever since my new life had begun. I would comply for the time being. But I would get my revenge one day, and nothing could stop me—not even Kloss, I said determined.
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
The Mysterious DiseaseChapter 12The Mysterious DiseaseAs I stepped out of my quarters, the morning air seemed crisp and chilly. Even in the height of summer, the North Mountain Kingdom maintained a distinct cold. When I exhaled, my breath produced little clouds of mist. The breeze of the early hours was reassuring, a stark contrast to the chaos that had defined much of my existence. As I passed across the courtyard, I noticed a group of pack members crowded together, their expressions filled with concern. My heart cramped in my chest. I approached them cautiously, attempting to determine the reason of their concern. "What's going on?" I inquired, my voice firm despite the growing dread inside me.Greta, one of the older wolves, turned to face me, her eyes full of fear. "It is the disease, Luna. "It is spreading." "Sickness?" I frowned. "What sickness?" Greta breathed deeply. "This is a peculiar sickness. It began some days ago. Wolves are becoming unwell, unable to shift, and their
Chapter 13I stood on the balcony of Kloss's castle, staring out over the huge territory that now felt strangely familiar. The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light creating an ethereal sheen over the area. The chilly night breeze carried the aroma of pine and earth, a reminder of the untamed forest beyond Kloss' kingdom's borders. Kloss stood silently beside me. It had been weeks since the disease spread, and owing to my abilities, we had been able to avert the disaster that threatened his pack. My status had risen, and those who had questioned my role as Kloss's future Luna now cowered and remained silent.Kloss turned to face me, his blue eyes reflecting the moonlight. "Sheila, you've done more for my people than I could have ever asked for," he remarked, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through me. I grinned, feeling a warm sensation stretch across my chest. "I did what was necessary, Kloss. They are your people, and now they are also mine." He reached out a
Sheila's POV"Damian, how could you...? I stuttered, unable to form a complete word. I was shocked, refusing to believe what was just happening. I wished it was a dream, but the sharp pain from my abdomen reminded me I wasn't dreaming."How could I? You think I can keep something as cursed as you around me? Even the moon goddess will reject you. I no longer have any need for you, so you can go ahead and die," Damian said with a straight face. There was no emotion on his handsome face."After everything I did for you, Damian, I have been using my powers to aid your pack all this while. I have sacrificed a lot for your sake. How could you? I even used my life essence to bring you back from your half-dead state. What haven't I done for you?" I cried out in pain. My emotion was a mess; I couldn't tell what I was feeling now.Damian looked at me the same way he used to, his charming smile and his eyes filled with love. "I will tell you the truth since you are going to die anyway. I would h