Chapter 6

  With a final, calculated attack, Lucien clawed Dante's wolf and sank his teeth into the vulnerable neck. The room fell silent as the gruesome end unfolded. I turned away, unwilling to witness the brutality.

  When I dared to look back, Lucien's wolf stood victorious, Dante's throat clenched between his jaws. The sight was a chilling testament to Lucien's dominance and power.

  Lucien's wolf met my gaze once more, his eyes a vivid reminder of the bond that still existed between us. He moved away from the lifeless body of Dante's wolf and fell.

The room fell into a strange silence, the magnitude of what had happened. The tension in the room changed, and I felt a mixture of fear and uncertainty. With Dante's death, the leadership of the group changes, and Lucien is now the new Alpha.

The consequences of this change are profound and far-reaching. Lucien cast his frozen gaze over the basket, his expression blank as he looked at his room.

There was no triumph or gloating in his demeanour, only an air of authority and inevitability. The pack had witnessed the transition of power, and there was no denying the legitimacy of his claim.

  "You... You killed Dante," a she-wolf muttered in the room, voicing what we were all thinking.

  Lucien nodded solemnly, his voice dripping with frost. "Dante challenged me for leadership. He failed."

  The room remained tense, with the pack members uncertain about their future under a new alpha. Lucien's dominance and strength were undeniable, but the path ahead was fraught with his chilling aura.

  The murmurs in the room grew louder, and questions and concerns began to surface among the pack members.

  "Will the pack change under your rule?"

  "Are there going to be new rules or traditions?"

  Lucien's gaze hardened as he locked eyes with each questioner. His response was cold and fierce. "This is still your pack, but it's under new leadership now. There will be changes, and you will adapt."

  One wolf dared to challenge further, "What about the human alliances Dante had established? Will they remain intact?"

  Lucien's eyes flashed with impatience. "I will honour those alliances as long as they serve our interests; if they don't, I will trash them! And do not question my decisions."

  His tone grew more severe as he addressed the entire pack, his alpha authority undeniable. "Do not mistake my willingness to listen for weakness. I expect loyalty, unity, and respect. The division ends now, or you will find yourself outside the pack."

  A hushed silence fell over the room, and one by one, the pack members bowed their heads, acknowledging his brutal authority. Lucien had asserted his dominance without resorting to violence, and the pack understood that this new chapter was beginning, with Lucien as its ruthless alpha.

  The old era under Dante's reign had come to a decisive end, and the pack's future was now firmly in the icy grip of Lucien's ruthless rule.

  The night of our mating ceremony, which had started as a wedding, had become something entirely unexpected. It was a night of change, power shifting, and a new beginning.

  My wolf screamed again…

  "Run!"

  My heart raced in tandem with the pounding of their paws, a cacophony of roars and growls reverberating through the onlooking crowd. I knew I had to get away.

  Run! Run! Run!

  Greg's sudden whisper guided me through the chaos, his voice an instinctual compass guiding me to safety. And with every breath I took, I prayed that I would escape this nightmare and not die. As I walked away from the chaos of the wedding ceremony, my breathing became heavy and the world around me darkened into a frenzy of movement and shadow.

My wolf, Crystal, pushed me forward, her presence a comforting anchor in tamid madness. The forest appeared, a sacred place in its dark bosom. With each step I found myself in the depths of the forest, the smell of nature's moist soil and vibrant life filling my nostrils, replacing the current smell of violence. I had no direction, no plan, but all I knew was that I had to get away from the nightmare that was unfolding before me.

Run, run, run! Crystal's sudden whisper echoed in my head, her voice an instinctive compass guiding me through the confusion.

Her words were a constant reminder of the danger that was bothering me. My heart beats faster than my feet thump as I brush, the environment around me seems dark and mournful. 

But where was I heading? Was I destined to become a rogue? Is this karma for my past decisions? These thoughts churned in my mind as I ran.

I felt weak, my wolf wincing in pain within me. The primal instincts that normally guided us were faltering under the weight of confusion and fear.

  "Run!" My wolf screamed again, a note of urgency that cut through my doubts. She must have noticed something I didn't, sensed a danger that lurked. I obeyed, pouring every ounce of energy into escaping the unknown threat.

  But my instincts had misled me. I ran forward into a hidden problem, and as I ran faster, the world around me went dark. Before I could answer, a sharp pain shot through my back like an electric shock and my vision went black. I fell to the forest floor, lost and confused.

A shooting pain emanated from the area of impact and my mind became confused. I  hear voices, faint and distant, as if on the other side of a thick curtain. 

"Who is she?" a voice asked.

  "She's from Dante's pack. Look, the mark on her arm, they all have it.

"Found her unconscious in the woods," another replied.

  A strange sense of relief washed over me. I wasn't alone in this dark and unfamiliar place. But why were they helping me?, Or were they Dante's men? As I came to the end of my memory, many questions arose.

I felt myself being lifted, carried, and placed on something soft. The pain at the back of my head remained sharp, but it began to ebb as a cool sensation washed over my body. Despite the confusion and fear, I couldn't help but wonder who my unexpected saviours were and what their intentions might be.

  Soon, I backed out…