His Faith - Her Secret

Chapter - 2

In my room, the atmosphere crackled with a newfound energy. The news of my brother's discovery had awakened something deep within me, and the presence of my inner wolf, Shana, had grown distinctly excited.

Shana's voice resonated in the depths of my mind, a mix of hope and enthusiasm. "Scarlett, this is the moment we've been waiting for. The chance to break free from the suffering we've endured here."

I nodded, my heart echoing the sentiment. "Yes, Shana, it's time to take control of our destiny."

As I prepared to leave with the man in black, my heart filled with a sense of anticipation and hope. I could hardly contain the excitement that coursed through my veins. Yet, when he delivered the shocking news, my emotions shifted dramatically.

He hesitated before speaking, and when his words finally left his lips, they struck me like a bolt of lightning. "War Goddess, your brother was caught by Alpha Black, and he's preparing to use him as a blood bank for his lover, Zia."

My eyes widened, and in that instant, they turned red, reflecting the tumultuous storm of emotions within me. The bond of brotherhood ran deep, and the thought of Black using my brother for such a cruel purpose was unforgivable.

The aggression that surged through me was palpable. My hands clenched into fists, and a feral growl escaped my lips. "Black will pay for this," I declared, my voice laced with raw determination.

A fire of determination blazed within me. I knew what I had to do. No matter the cost,

In a stark and sterile hospital room,

The atmosphere was heavy with tension. An eight-year-old boy, frail and emaciated, lay on a cold and unforgiving hospital bed. His appearance was a stark contrast to his age, with sunken cheeks and a gaunt frame, a vivid testament to the ordeal he had endured.

The boy's wrists and ankles were bound by restraints, securing him to the bed, a cruel reminder of his captivity. Tubes and wires protruded from his body, linking him to the machines that monitored his every breath. His fragile form seemed lost amidst the vast expanse of the hospital bed, a picture of suffering and helplessness.

Alpha Black, a towering figure in the room, regarded the boy with a chilling indifference. His eyes, usually filled with authority and dominance, were now cold and unfeeling. He leaned in closer, his voice devoid of any sympathy as he addressed the boy.

"If it weren't for Zia needing your blood," he stated, his tone flat and emotionless, "you wouldn't have lasted three days after being captured by the rogues."

The room was filled with an air of unease, the boy's plight juxtaposed with Black's callousness.

As Felix lay on the hospital bed, his thoughts were a turbulent whirlwind. He had endured a year of relentless flight, hiding from the rogues and living a life of constant fear. It had been a year filled with solitude and struggle, but somehow, he had managed to elude capture.

Felix's inner monologue reflected his desperation and frustration, "I can't believe they finally got me. A whole year, and now this. I had hoped to keep running, to escape from their clutches forever."

When Alpha Black approached him, Felix's emotions boiled over. His voice trembled with rage as he yelled at Black, "You think you've won? I'll kill you, Black, as long as I have a chance."

The threat hung in the air, a testament to Felix's determination to resist, but a werewolf warrior by Black's side swiftly silenced him. The warrior's actions were swift and decisive, a stark reminder of the power Black held over Felix's fate.

The doctor turned to Alpha Black, his expression expectant, and inquired, "Alpha Black, how much blood can we draw from this child?"

Black's response was unwavering, his indifference palpable. He shrugged nonchalantly, his voice void of concern, "I don't care. Zia can draw as much blood as she needs."