Chapter 19

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense woods surrounding the pack house. 

Three figures emerged from the shadows, their presence so negative that even the wind seemed to pause.

They moved in unison, their features identical. These were the Daughters of the Night—Sabrina's clones, born of dark magic. 

Their laughter sliced through the serene atmosphere.

“Look at them,” one sneered, her voice dripping with disdain as she gazed at the wolves gathered near the pack house.

“So strong, so loyal,” another added, her lips curling into a smirk. “And yet, so blind. They have no idea what’s coming.”

The third sister stepped forward, her gaze scanning the scene with cold facial expression. 

“One by one, they’ll fall. The mighty Alpha’s pack will crumble, leaving him powerless. Helpless. Just like she wants.”

Their laughter echoed through the woods again. They raised their hands, murmuring in unison. A faint, dark cloud of smoke began to emerge through the ground, spreading toward the pack house, and they giggled in excitement. 

Miles away, Darren sat on the porch, his gaze fixed on the floor. Suddenly,his sharp senses picked up on the shift almost instantly—the faintest ripple in the air. He felt goosebumps crawl across his skin and he needed no soothsayer to announce that something was damn wrong. 

His head snapped up, his piercing gaze locking onto the direction of the woods. His wolf stirred within him, restless and ready. Without hesitation, Darren stood and began to transform, the shift quick and easy.

His powerful wolf form tore through the night as he raced toward the source of the disturbance. 

But by the time he reached the spot, the witches were gone. He sniffed the air around him, he was damn right, the witches were in his territory. He had spotted them the first time he arrived, but they vanished. He could perceive their scent. 

“I’ll find those old rags, and when I do, I'd give them the death they deserved,” he sneered. 

The club pulsed with life, music thundering through the air as bodies moved together on the dance floor. The chandelier bathed the floor with its dim light, the stench of alcohol mingling with sweat. 

Sabrina stepped inside, her presence commanding attention like a queen. Her black dress clung to her curves like a second skin, her skin gleaming under the raidiance of the rays which sprinted down the chandelier. 

She hated the noise. She felt the urge to snap her fingers and make all of the mortals disappear, trying to overwhelm her. She adjusted her sleeves, taking a deep breath and bottling up her emotion. 

Every step she took seemed confident and calculative, her hips swaying with the kind of confidence that made men stop and stare.

At the bar, she caught Carol’s gaze, the woman’s eyes narrowing with suspicion. Sabrina didn’t flinch, she remained unfazed. She simply smirked, her red lips curving into a smile that was anything but kind. This made Carol's temper flare. 

For a woman who exuded confidence, Carol felt intimidated and afraid to confront her. All she could do was let her gaze linger on her skin.  

Ignoring Carol, she walked  to the bartender, her heels clicking against the floor.

“Tequila,” she ordered, her voice calm. 

The bartender, a broad-shouldered stared at her lustfully before pouring a generous amount of her drink without hesitation.

Sabrina leaned forward, resting her elbow on the counter, her gaze shamelessly raking over him.

“Nice arms,” she purred, trying hard to be seductive.

 “Bet you could lift me without breaking a sweat.”

He chuckled,

“You’re not the first to say that tonight.”

Sabrina tilted her head, her eyes narrowing a bit,

“Well, I’d be disappointed if I were.” She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m looking for someone. Alpha Darren and his Beta Kyle. Know where they are?”

The bartender’s smirk faltered slightly. “Alpha Darren and  Beta Kyle? Never heard of them.”

“What the hell is Alpha and Beta?” the bartender questioned, confusion etched on her face. 

She cursed silently, pinching the bridge of her nose. Of course. This was the human realm. 

“Sorry,” she said quickly, recovering. “I meant… Darren and Kyle. You know who I’m talking about.”

He paused cleaning the counter, biting his lips like he was lost in thoughts. His eyes widened as the thought hit him like a bolt of lightning.

“Oh, those guys? Yeah, I know them. But I’m not about to give out their address. Club policy.”

Sabrina leaned closer, adjusting her boobs as she whispered,

“I bet I could change your mind.”

Before he could respond, she grabbed him by the collar and kissed him, her lips moving against his with practiced ease. She kissed fervently.

When she pulled back, she noticed that his eyes was widened in surprise and after a few minutes, he snapped out of his haze. 

He scribbled down an address on a napkin and handed it to her, his hand trembling slightly.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you.”

Sabrina smiled, sliding a generous tip across the bar. 

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

She dragged her feet to the restroom, her hips swaying with practiced ease.  Even without turning her head, she knew Carol must have rushed to the Bartender. 

locking the door behind her, her fingers tracing strange patterns in the air as she muttered an incantation under her breath. The atmosphere shifted slightly and her eyes darkened. Suddenly, she vabished into the thin air. Disappearing without a trace. 

Sabrina  appeared in Darren's mansion. She steadied herself, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she looked around. The place was beautiful, his portraits hanging around the house. 

Her fingers trailed along the edge of a nearby table, her sharp nails leaving faint marks on the polished wood. She smirked. 

“Home sweet home,” she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

As she walked around the house, a vision struck her. She stumbled, clutching the edge of a doorway as images flooded her mind—Heather’s face, pale and fearful, her eyes wide with terror. Sabrina’s lips curled into a faint smirk.

“So, you’re the little mouse hiding in my wolf’s den,” she murmured.

Her steps took her to a room adorned with a large portrait of Darren, his fierce gaze staring back at her. She laughed softly, her voice echoing in the empty space.

“Hello, Darren,” she said mockingly, her eyes glinting with malice. “I’m home.”

Just then, the sound of footsteps broke the silence. A woman—the cleaner, judging by her uniform—stood in the doorway, her eyes widening in shock. 

“Who are you?” the cleaner demanded, clutching a broom tightly.

Sabrina didn’t answer. Instead, she turned to face the woman fully, her smile cold and cruel.

“You need to leave,” the cleaner said, her voice trembling but firm.

Sabrina tilted her head, as if considering the request. Then, she whispered something under her breath, her words barely audible.

The cleaner’s eyes widened in horror as she clutched her chest, her body convulsing. A moment later, she collapsed to the floor, lifeless.

Sabrina stepped over the body without a second glance, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached the portrait once more.

Her fingers traced Darren’s face in the painting, her touch resting on his lips. 

“I hope you’re ready, my darling Alpha,” she murmured. “Because this is only the beginning.”