FATE OF THE ALPHA

The moon cast its brilliant gleam over the woods, enlightening the trees and creating long shaded areas. Annabelle, a youthful werewolf, lay in her bed, her eyes fixed on the window as she paid attention to the hints of the evening. Her sibling, Lucas, and father, Alexander, had gone out on a watch, and she was sitting tight for their return.

As she floated off to rest, Annabelle was shocked conscious by the sound of growling and snarling. She sat up in bed, her heart dashing, and listened eagerly. The sounds were coming from outside, and they were drawing nearer.

Annabelle lost her covers and hurried to the window. She pulled back the drape and watched out, her eyes filtering the obscurity. That is the point at which she saw them - a gathering of wolves, their eyes gleaming in obscurity, going after her loved ones.

Annabelle's reality went into tumult as she watched with sickening apprehension. She attempted to shout, yet her voice was frozen in her throat. She attempted to move, however her body was incapacitated with dread.

The assault appeared to endure forever, however at last, the wolves vanished into the evening, abandoning a path of obliteration and demise. Annabelle's family lay unmoving on the ground, their bodies broken and battered.

As the truth soaked in, Annabelle's apprehension went to outrage and sorrow. She realized she needed to follow through with something, but she didn't have the foggiest idea what.

With a furious cry, Annabelle jump started herself through of the window, her body changing into a werewolf as she fell. She landed hard on the ground, her paws beating the earth as she ran towards her loved ones.

As she contacted them, Annabelle's heart sank. Her sibling and father were seriously harmed, their bodies torn and dying. Annabelle realized she needed to move quickly if she had any desire to save them.

With a furious assurance, Annabelle started to rest and recuperate, attempting to clean and mend them overall quite well. However, as she worked, she realized it wasn't sufficient. She expected to get them to somewhere safe and secure, and quick.

Similarly as Annabelle was attempting to sort out what to do straightaway, a figure rose up out of the shadows. It was a tall, attractive young fellow with penetrating blue eyes.

"Who are you?" Annabelle requested, attempting to keep her voice consistent.

The young fellow grinned, his eyes sparkling with a furious light. "I'm Athens," he said. "Also, I'm here to help you."

However, as Annabelle investigated his eyes, she saw something there that made her inquiry his thought processes. Something that made her keep thinking about whether he was companion or enemy.

"What is it that you need?" Annabelle asked, attempting to stay on high alert.

Athens ventured forward, his eyes locked on hers. "I need to help you," he rehashed. "I need to assist you with saving your family, and bring down the ones who did this to them."

Annabelle's heart skirted a thump at this. Might she at some point trust Athens? Furthermore, what did he be aware of the assault on her loved ones?

As she remained there, gauging her choices, Annabelle heard a weak stirring in the shrubberies. She went to see a figure rising up out of the shadows, a figure that made her blood run cold.

It was Victor, the alpha of the adversary pack. What's more, he was grinning, his eyes glimmering with a savage light.

"Ok, Annabelle," he said, his voice dribbling with noxiousness. "I see you're as yet alive. How...quaint."

Annabelle's temper rose at this, and she realized she needed to move quickly. She sent off herself at Victor, her jaws completely open as she arranged to strike.

However, similarly as she was going to assault, Athens got her arm, holding her back.

"Pause," he said, his voice low and critical. "We can't take him on alone."

Annabelle went to Athens, her eyes bursting with outrage. "Why not?" she requested.

Athens' eyes locked on hers. "Since Victor has confidential," he said. "A mysterious that makes him practically powerful."

Annabelle's heart skirted a thump at this. What mystery might Victor at any point perhaps have?

And afterward, similarly as she was going to ask, Victor shouted out, his voice dribbling with noxiousness.

"You won't ever be aware," he said, his eyes glimmering with a wild light. "Since you'll be dead before you could attempt to find out."

With that, Victor sent off himself at Annabelle and Athens, his jaws completely open as he arranged to strike.

Furthermore, Annabelle realize that she was in for the battle of her life.

As both of them conflicted, Annabelle could feel the ground shaking underneath her paws. Victor was solid, however still up in the air.

With a savage cry, Annabelle sent off herself at Victor, her jaws completely open as she arranged to strike.

However, Victor was excessively fast, and he avoided far removed without a moment to spare. Annabelle's jaws snapped shut, missing Victor's ear by simple inches.

Victor fought back with a swipe of his paw, however Annabelle was prepared for him. She dodged under the blow and countered with a kick, sending Victor staggering in reverse.

Athens joined the battle, his eyes bursting with a savage light. He sent off himself at Victor, his jaws completely open as he arranged to strike.

Victor was surprised by Athens' unexpected assault, and he staggered in reverse under the power of the blow. Yet again annabelle exploited the interruption to send off herself at Victor.

This time, she figured out how to land a strong blow, her jaws shutting around Victor's arm. Victor howled in torment and attempted to shake Annabelle off, yet she held tight.

Athens participated, his jaws shutting around Victor's other arm. Together, both of them figured out how to stick Victor to the ground.

Be that as it may, similarly as they suspected they had the advantage, Victor's eyes started to sparkle with a creepy light. Annabelle and Athens traded an apprehensive look - what was occurring?

Abruptly, Victor's body started to move and twist, his appendages lengthening and his detects developing more honed. Annabelle and Athens were stunned - Victor was changing into an all the more remarkable structure.

"What's happening?" Annabelle requested, her voice shaking with dread.

Athens' eyes were locked on Victor, his appearance horrid. "He's utilizing the force of the antiquated ones," he said. "It's an illegal sorcery, one that has been lost for a really long time."

Annabelle's eyes enlarged with sickening dread. "What does it mean?" she inquired.

Athens' demeanor was dismal. "It implies that Victor is presently practically invulnerable," he said. "We need to leave, presently."

However, it was past the point of no return. Victor, presently in his all the more impressive structure, was at that point ascending to his feet. His eyes were blasting with a spooky light, and his jaws were completely open, prepared to strike.

Annabelle and Athens realize that they were in grave peril. They needed to think quick, or hazard being killed by Victor's recently discovered powers.

With a savage cry, Annabelle sent off herself, not entirely settled to bring him down. However, as she went after, she was unable to shake the inclination that she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

And afterward, similarly as the battle was arriving at its peak, everything went dark.

Annabelle's reality went dull, and she felt herself tumbling to the ground. She attempted to shout out, yet her voice was quieted by some concealed power.

As she lay there, unfit to move or speak, Annabelle understood that she was helpless before her adversaries. Also, she realize that she may in all likelihood never escape alive...