Owen, one of the captains of the Wild pack, rushed to ex-alpha Lucian and Damien just as they were about to drive out. His golden eyes flashed with urgency as he approached them."Alpha Lucian! Alpha Damien!" Owen called out, his voice laced with concern. "You both need to hear this."Curiosity piqued, Lucian turned to face Owen. "What is it, Owen? This better be important.""I saw a young witch named Amelia," Owen said, panting. "She had paid a visit to Alpha Xander. The information she brought with her was both intriguing and unsettling. The once-betrayed Lycan king, whose power had been in hibernation, was awakening. He would soon be seeking a new vessel to possess and become immortal."Though sceptical, Damien's eyes widened in alarm. "Are you serious, Owen? Are you telling us that Xander could become the Lycan king?"Owen nodded gravely. "Yes, that's exactly what Amelia said. I don't know how true this is but I have to tell you.""What do you think, Lucian?" Damien asked.Lucian p
Damien and Lucian's car crept to a halt in front of the decaying facade of the abandoned house.The air was heavy with the scent of neglect, and a thick layer of dust coated every surface.They exchanged a determined glance, knowing that their mission was about to take a crucial turn.With a shared understanding, Damien and Lucian exited the vehicle, the weight of the heavy bag resting heavily in their hands. The bag contained the unconscious body of Amelia, the young witch who had brought the news regarding the Lycan king.Without hesitation, they made their way towards the entrance of the house.The door creaked ominously as they pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit interior. Lucian proceeded cautiously, leading the way into the house while Damien followed closely behind, carrying the bag towards the stairs which led them to the upper stairs of the house. Navigating through the dilapidated hallways, they finally reached the basement door, hidden beneath a worn-out rug.With a simu
As the sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, Damien and Lucian pressed deeper into the beckoning embrace of the deep thick forest.Uncertainty gnawed at their minds, each harbouring their own desires for power and leadership.Lucian wished to claim the title of lycan king and absorb the power, his ambition burning more than before like an unquenchable flame. He felt it was his only chance for superiority, the only card up his sleeve at the moment. However, he craved assurance that he could overcome the formidable old witches as they wouldn't stand beside him. On the other hand, Damien too yearned for power, but his focus lay on understanding the magnitude of the enemy they were going to face were not what he could handy. Silently venturing forth, their footfalls muted by the carpet of foliage beneath them, the forest seemed to envelop them in an eerie calm.The tension between them hung heavy in the air, words left unspoken in the absence of a shared path forward. Their minds
Inside his dimly lit tent, Xander sat on a small wooden stool, pondering over the cryptic words Amelia had spoken to him a day earlier.The tales of the lycan king weighed heavily on his mind, evoking both excitement and trepidation.He knew that the path he had chosen would be strewn with obstacles, but he was determined to face them head-on.As the soft rustle of fabric reached his ears, Xander glanced towards the entrance of his tent. A messenger stood there, his face etched with urgency. "Sir," he spoke, "Three women wish to see you. They claim to be witches from Amelia's coven."Curiosity piqued, Xander gestured for the messenger to allow them entry. Questions popped into his head. Why are they here? Could they have been sent by Amelia? Moments later, the tent flaps parted, revealing three mysterious figures cloaked in black. Their presence carried an air of both power and intrigue.Xander intuitively knew that these were not ordinary women; their aura spoke of ancient wisdom and
Xander cautiously followed the directions that Quinn had given him, his heart pounding in his chest.The dense trees of the woods closed in around him as he made his way towards the abandoned house.Every step felt heavier than the last, doubts clouding his mind even though he trusted Quinn, he felt he might be waking into a trap. Finally, he reached his destination and saw Quinn, Owen, Alan, and Curtis parading around the old, eerie house, just as Quinn had described.Xander's eyes narrowed as he watched them. He and Quinn had a plan and with the plan, he was going to test Quinn to see if it was a trap or not. A lot was on the balance, including his life. His gut instinct told him that something wasn't right, that walking into this situation could be dangerous.But there was Amelia, trapped inside that house. He couldn't let fear hold him back. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Xander decided to proceed.As Curtis and Alan casually strolled towards the back of the house, Xa
Xander felt the weight of his actions as he stood up, a life bar was lost, yet two more remained.It was worth it anyway. That was the plan, to lose it, even if he would, in a place and in something that was worth it. His gaze shifted from the three old witches who had come for Amelia, to Quinn, his loyal servant, and finally to Amelia, the reason for his sacrifice.The gravity of the situation was evident as all of them bowed before him, their voices echoing in unison, "At your service, oh lycan king."The scene was set amidst an atmosphere of tension and uncertainty. Xander's mind raced with determination as he contemplated his next move.He assessed the room, taking in the ancient walls adorned with mystical artefacts, and the faces of the witches who surrounded him. Amelia's presence provided a glimmer of hope, her leadership evident as the head of the coven.With a flash of magic, the group was teleported to the heart of the coven where other witches of the coven were present. A
Amidst the vast expanse of the untamed Wild pack's territory, a profound silence hung in the air as Xander, the mighty alpha, ascended to the elevated dais.His presence commanded attention, and with a fierce howl, he beckoned every member of the pack to gather before him. As they responded to his call, anticipation intertwined with curiosity.Positioned around the dais were seven formidable witches, their ethereal presence adding an aura of mysticism to the scene. Among them stood Amelia, a trusted confidante of the alpha. The pack lifted their heads, eager to hear the words that would spill from their leader's lips.Meanwhile, Lucian, Damien, and Owen positioned themselves at a respectful distance, drawn in by curiosity, their ears primed to catch every word.With solemnity etched upon his face, Xander began to speak, his voice resonating with authority. "By the path of destiny and the whispers of prophecy," he proclaimed, "I stand before you as the ordained lycan king." The pack ga
As the sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, Damien and Lucian pressed deeper into the beckoning embrace of the deep thick forest.Uncertainty gnawed at their minds, each harbouring their own desires for power and leadership.Lucian wished to claim the title of lycan king and absorb the power, his ambition burning more than before like an unquenchable flame. He felt it was his only chance for superiority, the only card up his sleeve at the moment. However, he craved assurance that he could overcome the formidable old witches as they wouldn't stand beside him. On the other hand, Damien too yearned for power, but his focus lay on understanding the magnitude of the enemy they were going to face were not what he could handy. Silently venturing forth, their footfalls muted by the carpet of foliage beneath them, the forest seemed to envelop them in an eerie calm.The tension between them hung heavy in the air, words left unspoken in the absence of a shared path forward. Their minds