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 to the constant fear and peril I had felt as a rebel. Despite the beautiful surroundings, I couldn't get over the feeling of being watched. I knew Kloss would be looking at me, either directly or indirectly. I needed to keep vigilant.
A faint knock on the door interrupted my examination of an especially ancient and decorative book on the shelf. I tightened up, my heart thumping. Was this Kloss? Or is one of his pack members coming to assess me?"Come in," I murmured calmly, despite the nervous flutter in my chest. The door opened, and a young woman walked in. Her brown hair was pulled back into a neat braid, and she was dressed in simple but well-made clothing. She carried a platter with food and drinks. "I've brought you something to eat," she added, smiling warmly. My name is Elara. "I'm here to help you settle in."
I nodded, grateful that it wasn't Kloss or someone attempting to terrorize me. Thank you, Elara. "I appreciate it." Elara placed the tray on the tiny table near the window and motioned for me to sit. "It must have been a long trip." "You need to regain your strength." I sat down and took a timid mouthful of my dinner. It was wonderful, far superior to the limited food I had took while on the run. As I ate, Elara told me about life in the Northern Tribunal, the pack's routines, and the various members. "Kloss is a fair leader," she added, her eyes full of admiration. "He's strict, but he cares deeply about the pack." "You will see."
I did not answer, instead concentrate on my food. I wasn't ready to talk about my feelings for Kloss, especially with someone I had just met. Elara appeared to detect my reluctance and changed the conversation. "Let me know if you need anything. "I'm here to help." "Thank you," I replied again. "I'll keep that in mind." After Elara left, I sat by the window and watched the pack members. Elara's words echoed in my head. Could Kloss truly be the fair leader she claimed? The stories I'd heard described him as a cruel, unforgiving Alpha. But then again, stories were frequently exaggerated.
As the sun began to set and shed a golden glow over the landscape, I heard footsteps approaching the cabin. My heart skips a beat. It was Kloss. The door opened, and he walked in, his presence filling the room. He looked about, eventually landing on me. "How are you settling in?" he inquired, his tone bland. "Well, enough," I said, meeting his gaze. "Thank you for the food and the quarters." He nodded, his gaze fixed on mine. "You should know, Sheila, that I don't just invite anyone into my zone. You're here because I think you have potential. But you have to earn your place."
"I understand," I replied, my voice firm. "I won't cause any trouble." "Good," he said. "There are rules here, and I expect you to adhere to them. You'll discover that life here is vastly different from what you've known." With that, he turned and went, leaving me to my thoughts.
Kloss's pov
As I went away from Sheila's cabin, I couldn't help but reflect on the unusual connection I felt with her. I knew she was unique as soon as I spotted her white wolf. Her power was unusual, and I admired it.
But she was also mysterious. Her resistance and will to survive—there was more to her story than she had revealed. I needed to understand her and what had brought her to this place. I returned to the main hall and saw Bollard waiting for me. He seemed anxious. "My Lord, we've had reports of increased rogue activity near the southern border," stated the leader. "It seems Zulu's men are regrouping." I nodded. "We'll need to beef up our patrols. Ensure our borders are secure. "We cannot afford any breaches." "Yes, my Lord," Bollard replied. He paused and then said, "What about the girl? "Do you trust her?"
I examined his question. Trust was a luxury I couldn't afford just yet. "She is currently under my protection. But we'll keep a careful eye on her. If she proves herself, we'll see." Bollard nodded and departed to carry out my instructions. I returned my focus to the map on the table, planning our next steps. The Northern Tribunal was formidable, but we could not become complacent. There were constant threats, both from within and without. As I studied the map, my thoughts turned to Sheila. Her presence was a wild card, something unexpected. However, unanticipated circumstances could occasionally alter the path of events.
Sheila's POV
The next few days were filled with activities. I spent my time exploring the territory, learning the protocols, and watching the other pack members. They were disciplined, efficient, and looked really committed to Kloss. It was a dramatic contrast to the mayhem and backstabbing I'd seen in Westvale. Elara proved to be an invaluable ally.She showed me around, introducing me to important members of the pack and explaining their roles. Despite my doubts, I gradually got warm to her. She was compassionate and genuine, which had been in short supply throughout my life.
One afternoon, as we walked through the training grounds, I noticed a bunch of adolescent wolves sparring under the supervision of a large, powerful guy. He turned as we approached, his face stern. "This is Darius, the head trainer," Elara announced. "Darius, this is Sheila." Darius nodded curtly. "I have heard of you. "Kloss has high expectations." I met his eyes passionately. "I intend to meet them." "Good," he said. "We train hard here. If you're up for it, join us tomorrow morning. "We start at dawn." I nodded with a flash of determination. "I'll be there." Elara gave me a quick glance as we walked away. "Darius is tough yet fair. "If you can impress him, you'll gain the respect of the pack."
"I'll do my best," I promised, my mind already set on the training session. I needed to prove myself, not only to Kloss and the group, but also to myself. I needed to show that I wasn't just a survivor. I was a fighter.I lay awake in my cabin with my heart pounding that night. The intensity of Kloss's gaze stuck with me. There was something about him that I didn't comprehend. He was cruel, yeah, but he had a depth that drew me in.
I rolled over and gazed at the ceiling. I could not afford to be distracted. My purpose was clear: to acquire Kloss' trust, to become a valuable member of this pack, and, ultimately, to exact revenge on Damian. However, the path ahead was riddled with difficulties. As the first light of dawn filtered into the cabin, I stood up and dressed in the clothing Elara had provided. This would be my first true exam. I needed to show Darius and the others that I was capable and that I belonged here. I made my way to the training grounds, where Darius and the young wolves had already congregated. Darius nodded in recognition as I approached.
"Let's see what you're made of," he remarked, motioning for me to join the sparring circle. I entered the circle, encountering a young wolf that appeared eager to prove himself. He charged at me, but I was prepared. I evaded his attack and retaliated with a quick kick that sent him tumbling. The rest remained silent as I continued to spar, my moves precise and controlled. I felt their eyes on me, assessing and analyzing.I needed to demonstrate to them that I was not to be underestimated. I was drenched in sweat and struggling to breathe at the end, but I felt fulfilled. Darius approached with approval in his eyes.
"You've got potential," he said. "Keep training, and you'll go far." I nodded with a flash of determination. This was only the beginning. I had a long way to go, but I was prepared for the challenge.
Kloss POV
From a distance, I saw Sheila train with Darius and the young wolves. Her movements were swift and her strikes precise. She was undeniably strong. But it wasn't just about physical strength. There was something burning within her, a desire that I would find out!
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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
Sheila's POVI 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