Edward had been away from his pack for two days, and he was finally returning home. As he approached the pack's territory, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with anxiety. He missed his pack, but he also knew that his reason for not always being around was a positive one. He needed to get what he needed from his mate and by all cost.As he entered the pack's territory, he saw a feminine figure which looked very familiar.“Emelda,” he muttered, not so sure if he was right.He moved closer and found out that he was right. In fact she was waiting for him. Edward walked nervously towards the clearing where she was. He had missed her terribly and couldn't wait to see her again but this was never the plan. As he approached the clearing, he saw her sitting on a log, her long hair blowing in the wind. She looked up and saw him, and a huge smile spread across her face.He was surprised to see her there since he had asked her to stay away from the pack for the next two years

Edward sat alone in his dimly lit chamber, his thoughts consumed by a malevolent plan that swirled within his mind. The desire for power, for dominance, had taken root in his soul, casting a shadow over any remnants of humanity that remained. Olivia, a mere pawn in his grand scheme, had unknowingly become the object of his twisted obsession.He imagined having her at his whim, sleeping with her whenever he desired and acquiring powers until he was ready to kick-start his own campaign.As he contemplated the sinister path he had chosen, Edward's senses sharpened. His heightened awareness allowed him to perceive the subtle shifts in the air, the slightest fluctuations in the atmosphere. But it was the low, aggressive whine that emanated from within him, a sound that sent shivers down his spine, which demanded his immediate attention.Confusion flickered in Edward's eyes as he tried to comprehend the source of the disturbance. He knew that the whine originated from within his own being,

As desperation gripped Olivia's trembling form, she mustered every ounce of strength to escape the confining room. With cautious steps, she made her way towards the door, her eyes fixed on the faint glimmer of hope beyond its threshold. But as she reached for the handle, her world turned into a nightmare.A metallic clang reverberated through the air, a deafening sound that shattered the silence. Olivia's heart lurched as she realized she had fallen into a trap, a cruel snare set by her captors to ensure her confinement. The cold steel jaws clamped around her leg, trapping her in a vice-like grip. Pain shot through her body, threatening to overwhelm her senses.Her limbs trembled uncontrollably as she collapsed to the floor, her body wracked with agony. Tears welled in her eyes, a mixture of fear and anguish blurring her vision. The weight of the cage on her leg was both a physical and metaphorical prison, a stark reminder of her vulnerability and the cruel intentions of her captors.

The werewolf, without warning, grabbed her neck ferociously instantly, and began choking her to death.As Olivia's hope flickered like a dying ember, the werewolf's grip tightened around her throat, constricting her airflow. Panic surged through her veins, the primal instinct for survival urging her to fight back. Her body convulsed, desperately clawing at the werewolf's hand that held her captive.But in that moment of despair, a sudden crash shattered the oppressive atmosphere. Glass shattered and splintered as a forceful presence burst through the window, tackling the werewolf with a ferocity that sent them sprawling to the ground. A whirlwind of fur and limbs entwined in a deadly dance, a clash of fangs and claws echoing through the room.Olivia's vision blurred with the chaos unfolding before her. Her mind struggled to comprehend the unexpected turn of events. And as the dust settled, her eyes widened in disbelief, for amidst the chaotic struggle, she recognized the familiar figu

With gentle care and an unwavering determination, Edward cradled Olivia's limp body in his arms as he made his way through the dense forest. The weight of her unconsciousness pressed heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the fragility of her existence. His strides were measured, purposeful, as he navigated the winding paths that led back to the heart of the werewolf pack.The moon cast a soft glow upon the landscape, its ethereal light guiding Edward's steps. The pack's territory welcomed him with a mixture of anticipation and concern, its inhabitants aware of the turmoil that had befallen their Alpha and his beloved. Whispers of worry permeated the air as the news spread like wildfire through the pack's intricate communication network.Upon reaching the pack's main den, Edward was met with a sea of concerned faces, his pack members gathering around in a protective circle. Their eyes reflected a mixture of sympathy and apprehension as they witnessed their Alpha carrying the motionl