SHADOWS OF THE BEASTS ( SENTIGINX ONE)

Chapter twelve

                 Once the others had finally left, the duo was left alone, enveloped in their own private world.
They lost themselves in the depths of their kiss, their connection deepening with each passing second. The moment seemed to stretch infinitely,
each touch and caress laden with emotion and unspoken promises.
Suddenly, their intimate moment was interrupted by an acute,
disquieting sensation.
Both became aware of an underlying presence, an instinctual alertness that pierced through their absorbed state.
They were struck by the unmistakable scent of alphas—a powerful,
pervasive aroma that signaled their proximity.
The scent was both sharp and familiar, carrying an undercurrent of danger that made their senses heighten.

Despite the strong indication of the alphas’ presence, they could not see them.
The alphas had expertly concealed themselves in the dim, obscure areas around them, their exact locations remaining a mystery.

The duo’s earlier serenity was replaced by a surge of tension as they exchanged uneasy glances,
their senses straining to locate the hidden figures.

The alphas' presence was a palpable threat, yet their skillful hiding made it impossible for the duo to pinpoint their exact whereabouts. Every rustle and shift in the surroundings heightened their anxiety as they tried to piece together the hidden danger surrounding them.

"You perceived the scent?"
she asked, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Yes, I do," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Me too," she said, nodding in agreement.

"Then where's it coming from?" he inquired, glancing around with a growing sense of unease.

"The source is hard to pinpoint,"
she responded, her gaze shifting to the dense hedges nearby.

"The location is obscure. I can't see anyone in the vicinity.

They might be concealed within those hedges, lying in wait to ambush their prey."

"We are not just prey,"
he said firmly, trying to calm the rising tension.

"We are beings like them, with our own strengths and abilities.

They could be the alphas—powerful werewolves with heightened senses and skills. It’s possible they’re here to assert their dominance or test us."

"Truly, it is the scent of the werewolves," she said, her voice carrying a hint of unease.

"The aroma is quite pungent and unmistakable.
Yet, despite the strong scent, I cannot discern their exact location.

Where could they possibly be hiding?"

The boy stepped forward, his expression resolute.

"Listen up, alphas! We know exactly what you’re plotting,
and there's no point in concealing yourselves any longer.

Reveal yourselves now, and face us directly. We are aware of your schemes and have no intention of letting you escape.

So, come out from wherever you’re hiding and show yourselves!"

"Here we are,"
a voice emerged from the darkness, eerily calm and chilling.
The words hung in the air, laden with a menacing promise. Before anyone could react, a sleek, shadowy figure swiftly launched a spear into the night.

The weapon hurtled through the air with deadly precision,
striking the boy’s shoulder with a brutal impact.
His pained cry was swallowed by the dense forest as he was thrust forcefully against the rough bark of a tree.
The spear’s blade, now embedded deep in the tree trunk,
held him suspended and vulnerable, his feet dangling helplessly above the ground.

The girl’s heart pounded as she witnessed the horrifying scene. Her eyes darted around in panic,
trying to process the grim reality that had unfolded before her.

From the enveloping shadows of the hedges, the alphas emerged with a predatory grace. Their figures were tall and imposing, bathed in the eerie glow of the moonlight.
The silence of the forest seemed to thicken as the four figures stepped into view, their eyes glowing with a sinister hunger.

One alpha, taller and more intimidating than the rest, took a step forward. His voice, smooth yet laced with a cold menace, sliced through the night.
"We’re here now, and it’s time to act," he declared, each word dripping with a chilling certainty. The girl’s breath came in ragged gasps, her fear palpable as she began to retreat, each step more hesitant than the last.

The leader’s command cut through the tension like a knife.
"Get over here now!"
he ordered, his voice a sharp, uncompromising demand. His presence, though in human form, radiated an almost supernatural authority, making it clear that resistance would be futile.

The alphas moved with an unsettling fluidity, their coordination precise and unnervingly efficient.
The girl’s attempts to escape were feeble and desperate, her every movement scrutinized by the relentless gaze of her pursuers. Her attempts to retreat only brought her closer to the trio of alphas who were now closing in on her with deliberate, unyielding strides.

As the alphas surrounded her, the girl felt an icy chill of dread. The trio’s grips were unbreakable, their strength overwhelming as they closed in.
Her pleas for mercy were drowned out by the oppressive silence, her struggles against their hold proving futile.
The alphas’ faces remained expressionless, their intentions cloaked in an ominous and foreboding shroud.

The air was thick with an unspoken menace, each second stretching out in a torturous suspense.
The girl’s fate seemed sealed as the alphas’ dark silhouettes loomed ever closer,

“Hey, young boy,”
the leader said, his voice cutting through the silence with a chilling authority.
His eyes, weary yet resolute, locked onto the boy.
“I know exactly what you’re planning. Don’t bother with pretenses.
If you’re intent on this course of action, then just end it now. Finish me off and be done with it,” he said, his tone heavy with resignation and an unsettling calmness.

The woman, her face pale with a mix of terror and determination, suddenly burst out,
“No, you mustn’t say that! You can’t—” Her voice trembled,

struggling to stay steady as her desperation grew.
“You can’t let him do this.
Under no circumstances should you harm him.
Please, I beg you, you have to listen to me!” Her pleas echoed with a raw urgency that seemed to pierce the air.

As she fought against the restraints, her frantic movements only seemed to tighten their grip on her.
The hands that held her were unyielding, their strength absolute.
Every attempt she made to escape was thwarted by their ironclad hold, leaving her feeling trapped and powerless.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, with every second amplifying the fear and desperation,
the weight of the situation pressing down on everyone in the room.