Charlotte silently takes in what Azraiel just said.I am sure she was a part of the Royal courtShe tilts her head so that she can look at his face. It’s dark but her brand new werewolf vision lets her see every detail of his face.“What do you mean by that?” Her voice a foreign sound on her lips.His arms tighten around her. “The blood on the fabric smelled really strong, Charlotte which is very unusual if it indeed is from the day your mother entered the human land. The smell should have faded by now if she were any ordinary wolf. I smelled the same scent on the fabric too. If it was someone else’s blood, then I wouldn’t have smelled the same scent on that piece of dress too. The smell…” he trails and she sees him gulp, “The smell is strong. During that time, it was a common practice for the courtiers of the Royal court to swear a blood oath with the royals. The Blood oath not only prevented them from betraying the King and the Queen but it also added to their power. The power of th
The next day began earlier than Azraiel would have liked.With every member of Charlotte’s pack now completed shifting, they need to maintain records of each and every member according to the supernatural being they transformed into after their shift.Charlotte left early in the morning to ensure that her pack members weren’t having any adverse symptoms after the shift. She also wanted to discuss with Nicholas and Jamie about the training and further course of action as a pack. Theo accompanied her to the woods.They still haven’t figured out the whole Theo acknowledging her as his Alpha thing and it seemed like no one wanted to discuss anything about the matter.Azraiel left for the packhouse at the same time. He barely slept last night even though his mate was safe and protected in his arms. The matter with Theo and the contents of the backpack left by Arthur keep coming back to his mind every other second. His men have been tracking Arthur and Austin ever since they noticed them on
The old cabin nestled within the dense thicket of the village seemed almost as weary as the man who inhabited it. Arthur sat slouched at a rustic wooden table, a dimly flickering lantern casting long shadows across his haggard face. His weathered hands clutched a half-empty bottle of whiskey, its amber contents offering temporary solace to a soul burdened with remorse.The air was heavy with the weight of his regrets, each breath heaved with the weight of his betrayals. Through tear-blurred eyes, he stared out of the cabin's small, frosted window, watching as the moon cast an eerie glow upon the surrounding trees. It was a night ripe with both sorrow and danger.Outside, in the veil of darkness, lurked creatures of myth and legend. Werewolves, guardians of the forest, prowled silently, their keen senses attuned to the slightest movement. Among them, two pairs of amber eyes fixated on the cabin, the Beta and the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid pack tasked with observing and bringing th
Under the blazing sun, Charlotte stands tall, her muscles glistening with sweat as she pauses to catch her breath. The training grounds are a flurry of activity, filled with the sounds of clashing swords and grunts of exertion. Preparation is key for the impending battle, Kira told her before she started training her.Charlotte begins her training regimen with a series of stretching exercises, her movements fluid and precise. Limbering up her body, she ensures that every muscle is ready for the challenges ahead. With each stretch, she focuses her mind, channelling her inner strength and determination. She starts with the basics, honing her agility and speed by darting through the underbrush with the grace of a prowling predator. Each movement is deliberate, and calculated, as she weaves between trees and leaps over fallen logs, her wolfish instincts guiding her every step.Next comes combat training. Charlotte faces off against imaginary foes, her claws extended and her fangs bared in
“Hello, Uncle!”Arthur’s eyes snap to Charlotte. As he takes in the woman standing before him, his eyes widen in disbelief and fear.As if he has seen a ghost, he scrambles to put as much as distance possible between them but ends up falling flat on his ass.Charlotte smirks, letting her teeth extend into canines and peek out of her mouth.Arthur starts sweating profusely. He looks at Azraiel and Katya for help but when they maintain a stone face, he realizes he is on his own.“Y-“ he gulps, “You are alive.” He trembles.Charlotte grins. The smell of his fear gives her immense satisfaction.“Yup.” She says popping the ‘p’. “I am alive, despite your schemes to get me killed.”Arthur’s face changes at the accusation.He regains his composure, or at least tries to.“I never wanted you dead, Charlotte. They wanted to kill you but I convinced them to let you leave the continent.” He says, his voice a little clearer than before.Charlotte’s eyes harden.“And that makes it alright?” Arthur v
The moon hung heavy and bloated in the ink-black sky, casting an eerie silver glow upon the desolate landscape below. Charlotte stood alone on the edge of a cliff, her heart pounding like thunder in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps that misted in the frigid air. The wind howled mournfully, whipping her dark hair about her face in wild tendrils.But it wasn't just the weather that sent shivers down her spine—it was the figure standing before her, a twisted reflection of herself. Its eyes glowed with a feral light, glinting like shards of shattered glass in the moonlight. Its lips peeled back in a snarl, revealing gleaming, razor-sharp teeth that dripped with blood.Charlotte recoiled in horror, her mind struggling to comprehend what she was seeing. Was this truly her? Was this the monster that lurked within, waiting to be unleashed? The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, filling her with a bone-deep terror, unlike anything she had ever known.She tried to turn
Matt was in his office completing the paperwork when Theo mindlinked him. " Matt, I can smell human scent from the northern border. You need to come here, fast." Matt quickly pushed the files aside and hurried down the corridor of packhouse. This is not good. Definitely not good. Werewolves are predators, wild creatures. They are hidden from the world under the shadows of forests and magic. Each pack territory is located far away from human land in the depths of never-ending forests and so was the Blue Orchid pack. With over 4000 werewolves the pack easily was the biggest and most dangerous one in Rysterbia. The territory stretched over acres of land far away from the human towns and was covered by magic to protect them from other supernaturals. Therefore, M
Alpha Azraiel Michaelson was attending an important meeting when he received a phone call from his pack. Since his beta Matt knows well enough to not disturb him at such times, he figured something bad had happened. Imagining the worse, the Alpha left the meeting to attend the phone call. "What?" His low voice shatters the silence in the corridors. "Sorry to disturb you Alpha. We found a human girl lying unconscious near our north border. She is bitten. We carried her back to the pack and Dr. Humphrey is looking at her." Beta Matt spoke all in one go. He didn't want to anger his Alpha by wasting his time. There was silence for quite a long time. Azraiel was taken aback by this news. A human...reached near his borders.....alive. How...? This has never happened before. This was a pote