A guttural growl erupted from deep within me, my anger directed straight at my father, the frustration and resentment boiling over. I had reached my limit, having endured enough from all of them, especially him. "I'm done with you, old man," I declared fiercely, my words dripping with a mixture of defiance and pain. "I've pleaded, obeyed, and contorted myself to fit whatever mold you required of me. And for what? So you and your cronies could challenge me at the first hint of trouble?" My bitterness poured out as I spoke, my frustration palpable. With those words of defiance still hanging in the air, I turned away from him, refusing to let his presence and betrayal consume me any longer. The weight of their expectations and demands had become unbearable, and I vowed to break free from their suffocating hold. "And now, turning to you," I gestured fiercely towards Gabriel, still lounging nonchalantly in the corner, "you've dared to issue a challenge, so let's settle this right here an
With deliberate slowness, Gabriel inclined his head, baring his neck in a display of submission. Although he appeared to acquiesce, a sneer of defiance lingered on his face, rendering his gesture hollow and seemingly too late. Tradition and pack rule dictated that I accept his submission, yet my instincts craved something more.A wicked grin crept across my face, an unspoken promise of indulgence. While protocol demanded compliance, I saw no reason not to have a little fun first. After all, if he had dared to challenge me, then he must bear the consequences of his actions.I yearned for everyone to witness his surrender, to acknowledge his defeat in front of the entire pack. Drawing closer, I felt the warmth of my breath against his skin, knowing that the pulse in his neck throbbed tantalizingly close to my lips. It would require just a fleeting moment to unleash the full fury of the wolf and end his life, erasing him from existence once and for all. It was not only about avenging Tyl
Isabelle’s Point of ViewAfter three and a half weeks had passed...Chase turned to me with an inquisitive look and asked, "Are you all set?"I nodded and took a deep breath, allowing the warm, crisp night air to fill my lungs. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of pack activities, tangled up with stress and guilt. However, tonight marked a fresh beginning for all of us. If we could tap into the enchantment of the dark moon, we aimed to free ourselves from some of our troubles and embark on a rejuvenating journey."I must admit," I said, parting my cloak carefully and letting it gracefully fall to the ground, "the potency of tonight's ritual may not match that of a black moon night."Chase, following my lead, pushed aside his loose pants and kicked them to the side. "It's not just about the strength of the magic," he replied, "it's the significance we invest in it."Malik laughed heartily at the sight of both of us. "You two sure seem excited, and I can't say I blame you," he rem
He opened his palm, unveiling his own selection - a red-black obsidian. Suppressing a grin, I clamped my teeth onto my lower lip, determined not to burst into laughter. With a purposeful gesture, he dropped the stone into the fire, resulting in a series of lively pops and hisses that persisted for several minutes, until the ensuing plume of smoke ascended and enveloped us.However, I could no longer contain my amusement, and it erupted in a peal of laughter that nearly brought tears to my eyes. Malik, baffled by my reaction, demanded to know the cause of my amusement. But his perplexed expression only served to heighten my mirth, causing me to clutch my sides as I continued to giggle uncontrollably. Eventually, after several minutes of laughter interspersed with gasps for breath, I managed to regain some composure and stood before Malik."The stone he chose signifies virility and stamina to some extent," I finally managed to explain amidst my lingering amusement."Well, someone ought
He opened his palm, unveiling his own selection - a red-black obsidian. Suppressing a grin, I clamped my teeth onto my lower lip, determined not to burst into laughter. With a purposeful gesture, he dropped the stone into the fire, resulting in a series of lively pops and hisses that persisted for several minutes, until the ensuing plume of smoke ascended and enveloped us.However, I could no longer contain my amusement, and it erupted in a peal of laughter that nearly brought tears to my eyes. Malik, baffled by my reaction, demanded to know the cause of my amusement. But his perplexed expression only served to heighten my mirth, causing me to clutch my sides as I continued to giggle uncontrollably. Eventually, after several minutes of laughter interspersed with gasps for breath, I managed to regain some composure and stood before Malik."The stone he chose signifies virility and stamina to some extent," I finally managed to explain amidst my lingering amusement."Well, someone ought
Isabelle”s Point of ViewI had reached my breaking point; exhaustion and frustration consumed me. After completing my last class of the day, I caught sight of him: my father. He stood in the heart of the college campus, a towering figure, accompanied by another wolf shifter. This newcomer possessed a formidable presence, with his tall stature, muscular build, and penetrating dark brown eyes that seemed to peer straight into my soul.Malik.My heart raced as I approached them, feeling the weight of my impending fate tighten around my neck. I knew what awaited me, and fear gripped me tightly.My father spoke first, his voice unwavering and resolute. "Isabelle, you're well aware of the reason for my presence," he declared. The stern lines etched on his face signaled that this conversation wouldn't end favorably. He intended to impose an impossible choice upon me."You must agree to an arranged mating within our pack now, or else I cannot guarantee your position as the future pack alpha w
Isabelle's Point of ViewWe bid our farewells, and I stood there, watching as my father and Malik receded into the distance, their silhouettes gradually diminishing in the twilight. Only once they had vanished completely did the authoritative aura of my father's alpha status dissipate, leaving me to face the stark reality. I glanced down at the ring adorning my finger, pondering how they had managed to manipulate me into saying yes so effortlessly.My father was utterly delusional if he believed I would accept this passively. I let out a piercing scream, my voice reverberating through the air.Claiming my rightful position as the queen of the Silverstone pack ran deep within my blood. I spat on the ground where my father had stood merely moments ago. It was all a load of nonsense—a steaming pile of bullshit. My father was the epitome of archaic values, adamantly adhering to every antiquated rule imposed by the pack. It mattered not that half of them desperately required modernization
Isabelle’s Point of ViewAfter Tyler agreed to meet me in the woods, I hurriedly tucked my phone into my pocket and dashed down the narrow path that wound its way through the towering trees. My fingers clenched tightly into fists as I sprinted, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - desperation, anger, and an overwhelming sense of dread.The woods enveloped me in an eerie silence, devoid of any signs of life. The only sound that filled the air was the rhythmic thud of my feet hitting the ground, propelling me forward with a fierce determination. Each step brought me closer to Tyler, but it also fueled a raging fire within me, a primal fury that threatened to consume everything in its path.Nothing and no one would hinder my progress. I glanced up at the night sky, and it dawned on me that it was a new moon, the most potent phase for individuals like me. No wonder my thoughts felt clouded and my emotions were running wild. The timing couldn't have been worse.As I finally reache