No Ads Chapter 24 Chapter 24 48 The rain starts as a light drizzle , but within seconds , its pounding against the balcony like a hundred tiny hammers . I can barely see through the downpour , but my eyes remain locked on the whip below , the leather coiled like a venomous snake . Why is the headmaids whip … on the ground ? Seh treasures that a lot considering its her source of superiority among the lower ranks . Beside me , Kallias is eerily quiet . His earlier aggression towards me has been replaced with a strange stillness , as though hes working through a thousand emotions and coming up blank by what hes seeing . His lips are still smeared with blood from my slap , and if I wasnt so on edge , Id take satisfaction in it . The silence stretches , broken only by the rhythmic drum of rain . And then- A scream . A gut wrenching scream . It cuts through the storm a blade , high pitched and desperate . My head snaps toward the direction of the sound , my heart lurching into my throat . What the fuck was that ? Kallias stiffens beside me , his face paling . Shit , I mutter , already moving toward the door . Kallias follows behind me , his steps hesitant at first , but soon were both sprinting back inside . The party is in chaos . Omegas are clinging to one another , whispering frantically , while the guests high ranking Alphas , Betas , and their delegates are frozen mid drink , their eyes wide and fixed on something just beyond the open front doors of the packhouse . I follow their stares , searching through the crowd , while my pulse raced a hundred beats per minute . The sound of thunder booms overhead , rattling the windows , as I reach the edge of the railing , gripping it tightly , my knuckles begin to turn white . A woman stands at the entrance adorned with the same flowers I brought from the market , her elegant gown is soaked and clinging to her trembling frame . Shes screaming , pointing outside wearing her face with a mask of terror . What the hell is going on ? Kallias demands to the crowd , his voice sharp and commanding . No one answers . Not even being the Alphas son . Theyre too busy staring at whoevers outside . Or what … I rush to the railing , my hands gripping the polished wood as I peer out into the storm . The rain is relentless , sheets of water pouring down , but even through the downpour , I see her . Someone or something is crawling toward the packhouse . Oh my God . At first , it doesnt register . The figure is barely recognizable , a tattered silhouette against the muddy ground . But as the f drags itself closer , the flickering porch lights illuminate her face , and my stomach lurches . My heart claws its way out of ribs and through my chest at the gore image Im seeing right now . The head maid . Or whats left of her . 1/5 Chapter 24 Her body is a mess of blood and torn flesh , her once pristine uniform is now unrecognizable tattered and ripped . One of her hands is gone completely gone leaving a bloody , jagged stump that gushes with every agonizing inch she crawls forward . Help me ! she screams , her voice raw and ragged . Please ! Someone help me ! The crowd gasps , recoiling as if her pain is contagious . This is straight our of hell … As if someone dragged up a soul from the torturing chambers . Jesus Christ … I murmur under my breath , my eyes wide with horror . She drags herself closer , her remaining fingers and dirty nails clawing at the muddy ground , leaving streaks of red in her wake . My legs feel like theyre locked in place , rooted to the floor as I watch her crawl toward the porch , her face twisted in sheer agony . What the fuck happened to her ? someone mutters behind me , their voice trembling No one answers . I cant breathe . My chest feels tight , my heart hammering so loud it drowns out the storm . The head maid finally reaches the edge of the porch , her broken body illuminated by the harsh yellow light . And then the forest moves . At first , I think its just the shadows shifting , the trees bending under the heavy of the storm. Somethings there . Not just any wolf . This one is massive , its silhouette hulking and monstrous as it emerges from the tree line . No , its no wolf . Its a blood thirsty beast . The rain slicks its dark fur , making it gleam under the dim light . Its too big , too imposing to be anything but terrifying . The head maid sees it too as she slowly turns to see what were too busy looking at to help her . N no … Her eyes widen in pure terror , her mouth opening in a choked sob . Help me ! she screams again , turning to us in haste , scrambling to pull herself onto the porch . Hes the Al She doesnt get to finish . The wolf lunges , its jaws snapping around her leg with a sickening crunch of her bone . Ah ! Her scream is unlike anything Ive ever heard raw , guttural , and filled with the kind of that makes your blood run cold . I stumble back , my hands flying to my mouth as the wolf drags her , by its mouth and sharp teeth dug into the head maids body , off the porch of help and back into the storm where her end would be . The beast is telling everyone in the room its not finished yet . No ! someone yells , but no one moves . Were all frozeń , paralyzed by the sheer brutality unfolding in front of us The wolf disappears into the darkness , taking the head maid with it leaving mud trails in her wake . Her screams echo through the forest , mingling with the sound of tearing flesh and the wet squelch of blood . Shes being torn , and killed as we watched with or own two eyes in fear or helping . Argh ! No ! The sound of her skin being ripped , her bones crushed . Its an agonizing minute of pure , unadulterated , and torturing slow death . Chapter 24 And then her last howl seeped through everyone as I feel a bond inside of me breaking , h member of the Young fuck separating . Shes dead . I feel sick . The metallic taste of bile rises in my throat as I clutch the railing , my kraukles turning white hoovad me , the pack is deathly silent , their eyes glued to the forest as if expecting her to reappear She doesnt . The only thing that returns is the quiet . And its deafening . The sound of boots clattering against the floor jolts me out of my stupor . The pack warriors arrive , armed and alert and useless , theyre too late . I stare into the distant forest where shes being killed . Far too late indeed . The warriors still flood the clearing , their weapons drawn but ultimately useless . Theyre minutes away from coming The head maids agonized screams have long since dissolved into the haunting quiet of the woods , leaving nothing but the sound of rain and whispers of dread among the crowd . What happened now ? 2 Shes shes gone … I dont realize Im moving until Im pressing against the nearest window , craning my neck to see past the rivulets of rain streaming down the glass . My breath fogs up the pane as my eyes dart wildly , searching for something anything that makes sense of what I just witnessed of what horror that was . And then I see it . The wolf . The beast . Its hulking frame lurks just beyond the tree line , shrouded in shadows and rain , but its the eyes that snare me . They pierce through the darkness , locking onto mine a predator sizing up its prey . My heart stutters , my fingers gripping the windowsill so hard my knuckles ache . Crimson eyes . Crimson fucking eyes . Ive seen those before . No , I whisper , shaking my head as I force myself to look away . The thought claws at the edge of my mind , dark and insistent , but I shove it down , burying it under layers of denial . Its not possible . Its not him . It cant be him . But the memory rises unbidden in my head the way Enochs eyes bled red that day when I was attacked as I was doing my 3/5 Chapter 24 laundry at the back of the pack house , the raw , savage power that radiated off him when he tore that rope apart . The sheer force of his strength , his rage . I grit my teeth , trying to force the image away . Hes too innocent . Too lost with his own amnesia . Enoch doesnt have blood on his hands . Does he ? Taryn ! Kalliass voice snaps me out of my spiral . I whirl around just in time to see him striding toward me , his jaw tight , his eyes blazing with determination . Step aside , he orders , already yanking off his jacket . What- Before I can even finish , Kallias bolts past me and leaps through the open window . His body shifts midair , bones cracking and reforming with a sickening fluidity as his wolf takes over . His fur glistens under the rain , a deep brown streak that vanishes into the forest without a second glance . The crowd erupts into panicked murmurs , the air thick with fear . I dont blame them . Delegates and pack members scatter , some rushing toward the stairs , others clutching their children as they retreat to their rooms . The once elegant Mating Ball has dissolved into chaos , the scent of terror and blood hanging heavy in the air . My feet move on autopilot , running through the fleeing crowd as I head toward the servants quarters . The hallways are eerily quiet , the muffled echoes of distant screams and footsteps was the only sound accompanying me . I reach my door , my heart hammering against my ribcage as I fumble for the knob . And then I see it . A dark , wet streak smears the edge of the doorframe , dripping down in sluggish rivulets . My stomach twists , a cold dread curling in my chest as I hesitate . Dont open it , Taryn . Just walk away . But I cant . My fingers tremble as I turn the knob , pushing the door open inch by agonizing inch . The faint creak of the hinges sends shivers down my spine , but nothing prepares me for what I see . Hes standing at the tiny counter in the corner , his broad back to me , shirtless and damp from the rain . The muscles in his shoulders ripple with every precise movement as he works on something I cant see . Enoch ? I whisper , my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart . He turns , and my breath catches . Theres blood . So much blood . It drips from his fingers , staining the knife in his hand and pooling on the counter beneath him . But its not just blood its Chugury 24 the two fed of freshly skatedral Hwy , he says simply , his lips cargo a sulle that doesnt wear ) ús eyes , I knewed $ ic words hang in to both wavy and ominous thy poze flickers to the rabbi , ins lideless body sprawled out on the comer , and fawa bwk to koh Something well niche The room texts too small the air too thick , and the way hes looking at one its on the soft , bewildered Enoch Ive come so kowow . Theres something darker lurking beat the surface , something primal and unrelenting I try to swallow the lump in my throat , but at stays lodged there , waysiding , Tooch.71 udecations step forward , my voice trembling despite my best efforts to steady it . Are you okay ? fis orale fakers , his gaze dropping to the knife in his hand . For a moment , 1 think hes going to answer , but then he lifts his eyes back to mine , and all 1 we is the flash of red No one will burnt Taryn anymore ! Discover our latest featured short drama reel. 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