Days upon days passed, with Clyde burying the dead and rebuilding the damaged parts of his pack. He went as far as tightening the security of the pack, allocating more wolves under Liam's command to take care of security. During this time, Clyde was a burning flame, thin with patience, ferocious with action, and unapologetic about punishing disobeyers. He neither gave room for compromise nor allowed the thought of Emily's betrayal to guide him.Clyde sat in his dimly lit office, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge against Carrington. He had meticulously planned every detail, envisioning the moment when he would make Carrington pay for all the pain he had caused. The satisfaction of his revenge had become an obsession, blinding him to everything else around him.Suddenly, a jolt of pain shot through Clyde's body, causing him to gasp and clutch his chest. He felt Emma's anguish, her suffering piercing through the bond they shared. His eyes narrowed in frustration, resenting the in
The air was heavy with a mixture of fear and desperation as Emma fought for her life. Morris, a beast of a man driven by primal desires, had cornered her in the dimly lit room. She could feel the warm trickle of blood flowing from her neck where his sharp teeth had sunk in, marking her as his prey.Emma's mind raced as she struggled against Morris's overpowering strength. With each passing moment, her resolve intensified, fueled by a desperate will to survive. She clasped her bleeding neck, her fingertips stained crimson, and her eyes filled with determination. Morris's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, his face contorted into a cruel smile that sent shivers down Emma's spine.“Please, Morris!” she pleaded, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and fear. “You don't have to do this! We can find another way!”Morris's laughter reverberated through the room, cold and devoid of any empathy. “Another way? There is no other way, my dear. You were meant for me, and I will claim you
Emma's world spun out of control as the weight of Carrington's accusation bore down upon her. She desperately clung to the sliver of hope that Clyde, could not possibly be the one responsible for the heinous crime that had shattered her life.“You're lying!” she cried out, her voice quivering with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “Clyde couldn't have killed my parents. He wouldn't…”But before Emma could finish her sentence, Clyde's sinister smirk widened, confirming the devastating truth she had refused to acknowledge. His eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as if reveling in the pain he was about to inflict upon her.“Oh, but I did, Emma,” Clyde admitted, his voice laced with chilling nonchalance. “I hunted them down that fateful night. I took pleasure in watching the light fade from their eyes, knowing that it was all for you.”Emma recoiled as if struck by an invisible force. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, and tears streamed down her face, mingling with the blood
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