In the grand office of the Wild Club, Governor Dean Salvatore, an old man confined to a wheelchair, sat at the head of a long table.After a while, a man walked in and bowed slightly before Governor Dean, "Sorry, father, there was an urgent matter to attend to downstairs," he said and sat at the wave of Dean's hand, beside Xander. On either side of him, Governor Dean's four sons took their places, facing each other. Lucian and Damien, who were twins sat beside each other. They were dressed in dark jackets that revealed their chests and muscular arms. A similar tattoo of a wolf was etched on their arms and they had a twin locket around their neck. They were the eldest. Darius, the middle son, exuded an air of confidence despite his tense demeanour as a werewolf. He was concerned with the official style and the life he was leading as a club owner and he was strut in a suit. And finally, Xander, the youngest of the four, sat quietly, observing the scene with a contemplative expression.
Through the dimly lit forest, the van carrying Xander and the Wild pack rumbled along, the anticipation heavy in the air.He sat in the front of the first van, his eyes up and towards the lightning in the sky, he could tell that it was from a heavy fire. The van jerked to a halt as they reached the outskirts of the beach outpost, its area ablaze with menacing fire creating a wall around the territory. The sight sent a shiver down Xander's spine, knowing it would be a dangerous encounter. As the pack members alighted from the vehicle, Xander stood before them looking at their eyes. They gathered before him and set their eyes on him. It was the culture, but he could tell that they were not with him. "Cast away your grievances, my brothers and sisters," he implored. "I know that you may not follow me as your leader, that you may not want me nor trust me. I don't want this either. I won't be here. But the grand alpha commanded it. I can't say no."He paused a while, trying to find the i
Shawn rose from the forest floor halfway and placed his hands on the cold dense floor.The earlier introduction and announcement remained in his head like a faint remembrance of his past ordeal and as he opened his eyes, the sound of crunching leaves beneath his hands and feet was a stark contrast to the silence that had enveloped him moments ago.He looked down and saw that he had stood from a pool of blood that was his. He wondered how deep and deadly the wound would be and then he looked at his wounds which were now healed.The blood that had stained his clothes was still there, but the marks had been covered in flesh. It was as if the forest itself had the power to cleanse and rejuvenate him, but it wasn't the forest, it was the system. Closing his eyes, Shawn's mind drifted away, replaying the image of the gathering he had seen moments before.The Governor, his father, his three brothers, and Xander – the one who had been killed by his bitter brothers.He saw the gathering as one
That same night, after the order to continue being the alpha of the Wild pack, Xander walked out of his father's office and walked through the club, people creating space for him as he proceeded. There were murmurings and he picked on most of them. The men called him a god, some say he had risen from the dead, some say he was the lycan king and the true alpha of the Wild pack. Walking out of the club, he walked towards the pack playing ground, their territory. As he proceeded towards the dais, members of the pack began to gather.Finally, he stood on an elevated dais, his cloak billowing in the gentle breeze. All eyes were on him, filled with anticipation and curiosity. Lucian and Damien, the former alphas, watched from the shadows, their demeanour tense and contemplative.They had ordered the murder of Xander, driven by jealousy and insecurity. But now, as they stood among the pack, they were unable to meet Xander's gaze, their guilt beginning to weigh heavily upon them."Did he kn
In the depths of the ancient forest, a secluded clearing concealed the gathering of a coven of witches.Amongst them stood Amelia, the captivating leader of the coven, a young teenager whose beauty negates the ideology of her deeds.Her elegance was accentuated by the ethereal flow of her gowns, gracefully brushing against the forest floor.As her haunting screech echoed through the trees, one by one, the members of the coven emerged, their presence transforming the once tranquil grove into a mystical realm.Amelia raised her hand, bringing the coven to attention. Her voice, a melodic blend of authority and enchantment, resounded through the air."Sisters, thank you for gathering here today. It has been a year since I assumed the mantle of coven leader, following the footsteps of my beloved mother." A touch of nostalgia lingered in Amelia's eyes, a testament to the weight she carried."I want to thank you all for allowing me to lead, despite my age," she said and bowed her head a bit,
The Black Forest stood tall and foreboding, casting a sense of unease upon anyone who dared to venture into its depths.Its twisted branches, like gnarled fingers reaching out from the shadows, seemed to beckon Lucian and Damien forward, deeper into its mysterious heart.As the brothers cautiously approached the designated location, a heavy silence enveloped the air, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves under their feet. Suddenly, a dense fog rolled in, obscuring their vision and veiling the area in an ominous shroud. Within moments, figures began to materialize through the smoke—ancient witches with faces etched by time, their eyes piercing and filled with a pearl of dark wisdom.Lucian and Damien couldn't help but be overcome by a wave of fear. It gnawed at their insides, threatening to consume them whole.But the coven head, a wizened crone whose voice carried both authority and menace, spoke with a steely calmness that quelled their escalating panic."Remain calm, you sons of
The Wild plain was aglow with the first rays of the rising sun as Xander, the fearless leader of the Wild pack assembled the pack with the early morning howl.They stood strong and resolute, their anticipation evident in their eyes, waiting to hear from their alpha. Xander stepped forward, his commanding presence captivating the attention of his pack."My brethren," he declared, "we are of the Wild pack, and as such, we must uphold the highest standards of conduct. We are guardians of this land, protectors of its inhabitants. Our duty is not only to our own, but also to secure peace with other packs to avoid unnecessary bloodshed."His words resonated with the pack. As he spoke, he saw the seven captains, they listened intently, knowing that the path they were about to embark on was one fraught with challenges and potential conflict.With a stern gaze, Xander continued, "I would like to remind you all of the three punishments that shall befall any who dare to defy the rules of our pac
As Damien and Lucian ventured deeper into the Lost Forest, they found themselves enshrouded by the dense thicket of trees and bushes.The ambient sounds of nature were muffled, and a feeling of uncertainty hung in the air. Damien turned to Lucian, his face filled with curiosity."Lucian, have you been here before?" Damien's voice was tinged with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety when he saw how Lucian meandered his way amid the thick forest, as though he knew where he was going. Lucian glanced around, his gaze sweeping through the tangled greenery. With a slight shake of his head, he admitted, "No, Damien. This is as unknown to me as it is to you."Damien felt a surge of unease, realizing the potential danger of their situation. However, his curiosity got the best of him, prompting him to inquire further."But, Lucian, you mentioned something about infiltrating the forest before? Why did you do that?"Lucian exhaled deeply, his eyes distant as he recalled past memories. "Well, now