Emma's heart pounded in her chest, the anguish, and betrayal fueling a wellspring of untapped strength within her. As memories flooded her mind, piece by painful piece, the weight of her past came crashing down upon her.She remembered the night of her parents' murder—the chilling darkness that enveloped her, the deafening echoes of their pleas for mercy, and the searing pain of loss that had haunted her for so long. The very people she had sought solace in had been the architects of her anguish.A surge of fury coursed through her veins, awakening a power she had long forgotten. It bubbled beneath her skin, a bolt of energy waiting to be unleashed. With every step she took, the shackles of her perceived weakness shattered, replaced by a newfound determination to fight back.“You thought you could control me, manipulate me, but you were mistaken,” Emma declared, her voice resonating with a blend of determination and righteous anger. “I may not remember everything, but I remember enoug
Emma's heart pounded in her chest, the anguish, and betrayal fueling a wellspring of untapped strength within her. As memories flooded her mind, piece by painful piece, the weight of her past came crashing down upon her.She remembered the night of her parents' murder—the chilling darkness that enveloped her, the deafening echoes of their pleas for mercy, and the searing pain of loss that had haunted her for so long. The very people she had sought solace in had been the architects of her anguish.A surge of fury coursed through her veins, awakening a power she had long forgotten. It bubbled beneath her skin, a bolt of energy waiting to be unleashed. With every step she took, the shackles of her perceived weakness shattered, replaced by a newfound determination to fight back.“You thought you could control me, manipulate me, but you were mistaken,” Emma declared, her voice resonating with a blend of determination and righteous anger. “I may not remember everything, but I remember enoug
Clyde was clutching where the blade of the sword burrowed into him while losing blood. His eyes also landed on Emma's neck, seeing the but marks. “Are you okay?” he croaked despite his pain. He wasn't worried about himself, as he knew it was going to start healing the moment he pulled the sword out of his chest. But, that would be much work, as he needed to break off the tail and pull from the hilt. That was no time for that.Emma hissed and stepped back when he wanted to reach out to her. “Don't,” she warned.Clyde swallowed hard. “The night your parents were murdered, I was the barrier between you and Clive killing you. I hauled you over my shoulders and took to flight when he came after you after killing your parents. I'm not sure you remember. But, there were the two of us that night, with me fighting Clive.”“You're lying, Clyde. All you've done has been nothing but lie and cheat. I rather believe Carrington than you. That way, I know that Carrington wants me for something. But,
Carrington's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that reverberated within their souls. “You have no choice, my dear. The ritual demands it, and the power of the Nashgur will be mine. What are you going to do? Go to the dead and resurrect Clyde? He's dead.” Carrington kicked Clyde's leg just to be certain.Emma slouched to the floor, feeling betrayed. Her anger had blinded her so much that for a second, she never believed Clyde, no matter how hard he tried to prove his innocence.“You're a monster! How could you give up your brother for power?” She chastised Clive, who didn't look a bit concerned.Clive's voice cut through the tension, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and regret. “You know nothing about my world, little girl. Just because you work in a place where you have to sit all day and assume that you can access criminals doesn't give you the right to think you know anything. Moreover, I was the one who stabbed him with the Nashgur sword. You did. So, you're the
Emma's heart shattered into a million pieces as she watched her Morris fall, her anguished cries echoing through the chamber. The pain coursing through her veins was unbearable, threatening to consume her entirely.“Why… why?” she choked, her voice trembling with grief and disbelief. “Why take him since he is your son? What more do you want?”Clive's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, relishing in the torment he had inflicted. “I want your head, Emma. The power that lies dormant within you isn't yours. And now, there's no one left to protect you. No one to stand in our way.”Emma's anguish transformed into a seething fire within her, a burning rage that pushed her beyond the brink of despair. With a forced determination, she rose to her feet, her tear-stained face a mask of fierce resolve.“You will have to kill me before you get it,” she declared, her voice filled with a potent mix of grief and courage. Clive's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers d
Bodies littered everywhere, with Carrington drawing strength from the chair around him. Blood smeared every corner of the room. Clive and Maverick with their wolves soon delved into attacking from behind, killing more of Clyde's wolves.But Liam's eyes blazed with an indomitable spirit as he summoned every ounce of courage within him. With a surge of determination, he yanked the knife from Emma's side, a spray of blood accompanying its release.He was trying hard to fight the power controlling him as his strength was tried, but his determination and fury were an antidote to that poison. Liam staggered forward, his voice laced with defiance and a burning resolve. “You may have the power, Carrington, but you will never have the leadership spirit. The darkness you embrace will consume you, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.”Carrington's face twisted into a mask of fury, his eyes burning with deadly rage. He lunged toward Liam, their final confrontation imminent. The air crackled
As Emma took in her surrounding, embracing her new power, Carrington tried to attack from behind. However, she could feel the waves around her and without hesitation, she blocked him off with the siren of her power and slammed him to the ground. The impact was filled with precision and strength that the ground he landed on, broke deep.Emma could feel every vibration around her. She could smell everything and hear everything. Her senses were heightened, her speed unmatched.Emma's eyes flickered with a mixture of remorse and pain as she stood before the lifeless body of Clyde, his form imbued with the essence of the Nashgur. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of her actions. She possessed the power to resurrect the dead, but at what cost? This, she was yet to find out.The atmosphere became filled with energy as Emma extended her golden paw, placing it gently upon Clyde's motionless chest. She closed her eyes, channeling the dormant power within her, summoning
Sneering and growling, Carrington lay Maverick on the floor and charged toward Emma. Liam, Morris, and Clyde tried to interfere, but she stopped them. “No, he's mine,” she echoed.They nodded, transcending into fighting the others.The battlefield erupted into chaos as the wolves clashed in a flurry of teeth and claws. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, punctuated by growls and snarls that reverberated through the night.Emma's golden fur shimmered with a radiant intensity as she led the charge, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. Her movements were fluid and precise, each strike calculated and ruthless. She fought with a ferocity that surpassed anything she had shown before, her primal instincts awakened by the injustices she had endured.She bit on Carrington, as many times as her teeth could dig in, without mercy. She wanted him to feel every dent of her fangs.Beside her, Clyde's wolf, his dark fur glistening with a newfound vitality, moved with a leth