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. I glanced at her, appreciating her kindness. "Thank you, Elara." "It matters a lot coming from you. She sat next to me, her gaze concentrated on the rushing river. "There's something I need to tell you," she remarked, her tone serious. "There are murmurs circulating among the bunch. They think Damian has been spotted approaching our borders."
My heart skips a beat. Damian??..!The mere mention of the name made me feel both angry and terrified. "What do you mean?" I inquired, attempting to keep my voice steady. Elara stared at me with a concerned gaze. "Some scouts have reported seeing him. They suspect he is plotting something. I tightened my hands as memories of his betrayal came flooding back. "He won't stop until he gets what he wants," I grumbled. "But neither will I." Elara stretched out and placed her hand on my shoulder. "You are strong, Sheila. Stronger than you realize. Whatever happens, you are not alone in this.
I nodded, grateful for her encouragement. But I knew deep down that this was my struggle to wage. Damian had once taken everything from me. I would not allow him to do it again.
Kloss POV
As I returned to the main hall after a day of supervising the pack's activities, I couldn't shake the uneasy sensation that had crept over the area. The news of Damian's presence near our borders were frightening. He posed a threat that needed to be dealt with quickly and firmly. I found Bollard waiting for me, his face rigid. "My Lord, we have received additional reports. Damian's forces are increasing. "He is preparing for something." I nodded, already devising a plan. "We must fortify our defenses and prepare for an attack. "I want scouts on every border, looking for any signs of movement." "Yes, my Lord," Bollard replied, bowing before leaving to carry out my commands.
I moved to the map on the table and traced the boundaries of our country with my finger. Damian was a cunning adversary, but I refused to allow him jeopardize my flock. Not again. As I studied the map, my thoughts turned to Sheila. Something about her caught my interest, particularly her strength and agility. She was a mystery that I meant to solve. But first, we had to address the imminent threat. The hall door creaked open, and I looked up to see Sheila standing there with determination in her eyes. "Kloss," she said, her voice firm. "I need to talk to you."
I nodded for her to enter, interested as to what she had to say. "What is it, Sheila?" Her gaze was steadfast as she stepped forward. "I heard about Damian. I'd like to help if he's preparing something." I raised an eyebrow, pleased with her courage. "You're courageous, Sheila. However, this is quite risky. You don't have to get involved. She only shook her head. "I do have to. Damian grabbed everything I had. I have something to settle." I examined her for a moment, evaluating my options. "All OK. However, you must obey my directions. This is my area, and there will be no rogue actions." "I understand," she stated. "Just tell me what to do."
Sheila's POV
Over the next three days, tensions in the Northern Tribunal rose. Scouts patrolled the borders day and night, and the pack remained on high alert. Kloss and I worked closely together to develop our strategy and prepare for the impending showdown with Damian. Every night, I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep, my mind running with anticipation of what was to come. My burning need for revenge overpowered the fear of facing Damian again. I needed to be powerful. I needed to be ready. Kloss called for a conference in the main hall one evening as the sun rose over the mountains, spreading its golden rays over the landscape. The pack's key members assembled, determined with rigid faces.
"We've received word that Damian's forces are moving," Kloss stated, his voice stern. "They'll get to our borders by tomorrow. We should be ready for an attack." The tension in the room was evident. I looked around and saw the determination in the eyes of the pack members. They were prepared to defend their home and their family. Kloss went on to explain our strategy. "We'll separate our soldiers into three groups. One will guard the southern border, from which Damian is likely to strike. The second will remain here to protect our territory's center. The third will be a reserve force ready to deploy anywhere needed."
He turned to face me, his stare piercing. "Sheila, I want you in the reserve force. Damian is someone you know better than anyone else. Your insights will be useful." I nodded, glad for his trust in me. "I won't let you down." Kloss approached me after the conference ended and the pack members scattered to prepare for the next combat. "Be careful out there," he warned, his voice low. "Damian is a dangerous person. You shouldn't underestimate him. "I won't," I assured. "But I have to confront him. I have to finish this." Kloss nodded with a serious gaze. "Just understand you're not alone in this. "Together,we shall triumph."
I felt a sense of peace wash over me as I stood in by my window that evening. The Moon Goddess had given me a second chance, and I was determined to utilize it judiciously. The pack was ready the next morning. We gathered at the southern border, keeping an eye on the horizon for the first signs of Damian's men. I stood behind the reserve troops, my heart pumping in my chest. This is it. I was preparing for this moment. I took a deep breath, prepared for the impending battle.
The tension in the air became unbearable each passing moment.Then, in the distance, we saw them: Damian's men marching towards us with grim resolve. Kloss lifted his hand, suggesting that we should hold our ground. "Remember, we fight for our house and family. We will not allow them to take what is ours. The pack let forth a ferocious howl, reverberating across the highlands. I joined in, feeling the power of the pack surrounding me. We were ready.
As Damian's soldiers approached, I noticed him at the forefront, surveying our ranks. When he spotted me, a cruel smirk appeared on his face. He believed he had won. But he was wrong.
The fight started with a thunderous boom when the two forces collided. I fought with everything I had, my senses sharpened and my motions accurate.
Training with Darius had paid off. I felt faster, stronger, and more motivated than ever. In the midst of the turmoil, I spotted Damian approaching me. I braced myself, prepared for the confrontation. This was my moment.
He approached me, his eyes filled with hate. "Sheila," he scoffed. "I see you've found a new pack to hide behind." "I'm not hiding," I said, my voice firm. "I'm here to end this." We surrounded each other as the conflict raged around us. I could sense the Moon Goddess' power within me, which gave me strength.
Damian charged at me, but I was ready. I evaded his blow and retaliated, my claws sweeping across his chest. He shouted in agony, but I refused to give up. I fought with a rage I didn't realize I possessed, fuelled by recollections of his treachery. Finally, I was able to pin him down, claws at his throat. "This is for everything you took from me," I murmured, my voice icy. He gazed at me with hatred in his eyes. "You think you can win?" he spit. "You're nothing without me." "I'm stronger than you'll ever be," I answered. And that was the end of him.
I felt a wave of relief flood over me as Damian's lifeless body slid to the ground. It had ended. The pack emerged victorious. Kloss discovered me in the thick of the chaos, his eyes shining with pride. "You did it, Sheila." My heart felt at ease as I nodded. "We did it."
Although the war was over, my adventure had only just begun. I had found a new place, a new family, and a new purpose. And I was confident that whatever challenges lay ahead of me, I was prepared.
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
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