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“You won’t succeed. Olivia only has me in her heart now.”
Adrian remained unruffled, still maintaining his gentle, scholarly appearance.
“Then I suppose we’ll see what the future holds.”
(Olivia’s POV)
That night, I had a nightmare that felt more vivid than any dream should.
In my subconscious, I was running through an empty, boundless wilderness under a blood-red moon. Behind me were vicious rogue werewolves, their howls echoing through the night as they pursued me with predatory intent.
I ran forward desperately. My wolf form pushed my human consciousness to flee faster.
Suddenly, the scene shifted. I felt claws grabbing my throat.
Frederick Warner’s face suddenly loomed before my eyes, magnified and distorted. The exiled werewolf’s smile was cold and menacing, like a vengeful spirit from the shadow realm coming to claim my life.
My breathing became labored as his grip tightened. Just as I felt consciousness slipping away, the nightmare shifted again.
I saw my half-sister Grace Winters tied to a chair. Frederick was smiling as he poured wolfsbane-laced gasoline around the terrified child.
“No! Don’t!” I screamed in my dream, my wolf howling in anguish. “Don’t touch her! Stop!”
Suddenly, Frederick’s face began to twist and distort. It morphed into that of the deranged werewolf who had attacked Moonlaw Legal Services with a silver dagger.
“Go to hell-” the attacker snarled as he lunged at me with concentrated silver solution. His eyes were wild with madness.
“Ah-” I screamed and jolted awake from the nightmare.
My entire body was covered in cold sweat. My heart was racing as my wolf retreated deep within my consciousness.
The night was quiet and still around my apartment. In the darkness, my rapid breathing was the only sound breaking the silence.
After several long minutes, I gradually returned to full awareness. My amber eyes adjusted to the dim room. My phone screen illuminated, casting pale light across my face. Checking the time, I saw it was 3:30 in the
Adrian smiled, his demeanor calm and unhurried behind his gold-rimmed glasses. also have to thank Alpha Connor for giving me this opportunity
My gaze sharpened with Alpha authority as I studied the other man.
Stay away from her, Sinclair.”
Adrian raised his eyebrows slightly. His voice remained respectfully measured.
“What right does Alpha Connor have to make such demands of me?”
My lip curled with cold confidence.
“You won’t succeed. Olivia only has me in her heart now.”
Adrian remained unruffled, still maintaining his gentle, scholarly appearance.
“Then I suppose we’ll see what the future holds.”
(Olivia’s POV)
That night, I had a nightmare that felt more vivid than any dream should. through an empty, boundless wilderness under a blood-red moon. Behind In my subconscious, I was runnin me were vicious rogue werewolves, their howls echoing through the night as they pursued me with predatory intent.
I ran forward desperately. My wolf form pushed my human consciousness to flee faster.
Suddenly, the scene shifted. I felt claws grabbing my throat.
Frederick Warner’s face suddenly loomed before my eyes, magnified and distorted. The exiled werewolf’s smile was cold and menacing, like a vengeful spirit from the shadow realm coming to claim my life.
My breathing became labored as his grip tightened. Just as I felt consciousness slipping away, the nightmare shifted again. giferling
I saw my half-sister Grace Winters tied to a chair. Frederick was smiling as he poured wolfsbane-laced gasoline around the terrified child.
“No! Don’t!” I screamed in my dream, my wolf howling in anguish. “Don’t touch her! Stop!”
Suddenly, Frederick’s face began to twist and distort. It morphed into that of the deranged werewolf who had attacked Moonlaw Legal Services with a silver dagger.
“Go to hell-” the attacker snarled as he lunged at me with concentrated silver solution. His eyes were wild with madness.
“Ah-” I screamed and jolted awake from the nightmare.
My entire body was covered in cold sweat. My heart was racing as my wolf retreated deep within my consciousness.
The night was quiet and still around my apartment. In the darkness, my rapid breathing was the only sound breaking the silence.
After several long minutes, I gradually returned to full awareness. My amber eyes adjusted to the dim room. My phone screen illuminated, casting pale light across my face. Checking the time, I saw it was 3:30 in the moming
An anonymous text message had arrived on my device: “If you want your sister to live, then obedient say
(Olivia’s POV)
I frowned at the text message glowing on my phone screen, my amber eyes scanning the threatening words again and again. The anonymous message about Grace created a terrible dilemma for me.
“If you want your sister to live, then obediently do as I say.”
My wolf bristled with protective fury, but my rational mind forced me to think carefully. This message could be from Frederick Warner’s operatives still lurking in Harbor City. Or it could be someone else entirely, pretending to be them to manipulate me.
I couldn’t act rashly. I needed to trace the message’s origin before making any moves. Walking into a trap set by my enemies would help no one, especially not Grace.
My hands trembled slightly as I set the phone aside. The uncertainty was eating me alive from the inside. Sleep became impossible after receiving that message. I was haunted by concerns for my missing half-sister and the growing threat posed by Cassandra Evans’ fanatical followers.
The chilling image of Gerald Hayes flashed through my mind. That man who had attempted to throw acid on me at Moonstone Legal Partners. His twisted face and hateful words were a constant reminder of my vulnerability.
I was a prominent werewolf without pack protection in Harbor City. That made me a target for rogue wolves believed Cassandra’s lies. and unstable pack members who
I realized I needed to take additional measures to protect myself from future attacks. The next assault might be far worse than ice water or acid.
I tossed and turned in my bed at Moonlight Haven, my wolf remaining restless and alert throughout the night. Every small sound made me tense, expecting another threat to materialize from the darkness.
Finally, at 8 a.m., I decided to take action. I couldn’t wait any longer for answers.
I called Marcus Thompson, my friend who was a technical expert in werewolf communication systems. His knowledge of supernatural networks made him invaluable for situations like this.
“Marcus, I need your help,” I said when he answered. “I received a suspicious text message that I need traced.
“What kind of message?” Marcus asked, his voice immediately becoming professional.
“A threat about my sister. But the sender used a string of numbers instead of a typical phone number.”
Marcus was quiet for a moment, processing the information. “Send me the exact message and the number sequence. I’ll use my specialized/equipment to trace its origin.”
“How long will it take?” I asked urgently.
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