The bloodline battle
“The one we thought was destroyed has become even more important than anyone else in the pack,” Anabelle said to her friend Sophia.
“You caused it all, Anabelle—and for that reason, this battle must be fought by you, and you alone.”
“If you think I should fight this battle,” Anabelle replied, her eyes glowing faintly, “then you should know that I, Anabelle, will overcome.”
“When it seems she carries the bloodline of the ancient wolf—one far stronger than yours,” Sophia muttered, her tone skeptical.
Anabelle slapped her sharply across the face.
“Don’t you ever speak to me in such a manner, young girl! You are meant to walk in my shadow, follow my lead—not speak the nonsense you just did!”
“I’m sorry for speaking this way, Anabelle,” Sophia stammered, her voice trembling, “but what I said is the truth.”
“Alpha Desmond has always been mine—and mine alone,” Anabelle hissed.
“Look—the witch is coming,” Sophia whispered, pointing toward Isabella.
Anabelle smiled coldly, believing it was another chance to prove herself.
“I’ll have her killed,” she said darkly and began advancing toward Isabella.
But to her surprise, Isabella kept vanishing and reappearing with a supernatural grace that left Anabelle confused.
“You think you can harm me as before?” Isabella said, her eyes narrowing with power.
“She’s gained a new force… something beyond the ordinary,” Anabelle thought to herself, realizing Isabella’s transformation as she disappeared into the classroom.
Moments later, Mr. White, an advanced external lecturer, walked in to begin his session.
“She keeps staring at me like a witch,” Anabelle muttered under her breath, glaring at Isabella. “I’m not done with her yet.”
The class was quiet, everyone engrossed, until Anabelle suddenly rose and challenged Isabella.
“What is wrong with you, Anabelle? Why interrupt my class?” Mr. White asked, irritated and unaware of who he was dealing with.
Anabelle’s eyes burned with fury, ready to strike.
“Your time is over, Anabelle,” Isabella said, standing boldly. “You’ve done enough damage. Now, it’s time you were destroyed.”
The classroom erupted in chaos. Students jumped to their feet, shouting in support of Anabelle.
“We don’t know you! We only know Anabelle!” they screamed at Isabella.
As their voices echoed, Isabella vanished again—disappearing right before their eyes.
“What?!” gasps filled the room. “Did you see that?”
“We’ve lost it again! She must never be loved by our Alpha—not even for a moment! Anabelle is the one we stand with!” one student shouted.
“You all must be out of your minds,” Mr. White said nervously, stepping back as the she-wolves surrounded him. His suit was nearly torn in the chaos.
“I was only invited to teach—not to be mauled!” he cried out.
“We are not fighting you,” Anabelle said coldly. “We just don’t need your lecture. Now, leave.”
“What’s wrong with you, Anabelle? Do you want to draw Alpha Desmond’s wrath upon yourself again?” Harrison said firmly, stepping forward.
Anabelle glared, but Harrison’s voice carried command.
“Everyone sit down,” he ordered.
The room fell silent as the students obeyed.
“Please, continue, Mr. White,” Harrison said calmly.
Mr. White straightened his jacket, visibly shaken. “I don’t think I can continue—not with a room full of she-wolves who nearly tore me apart.”
“I apologize for her actions,” Harrison said sincerely. “Please, go on with your lecture.”
“I’m done for today,” Mr. White said quietly. He packed his notes, grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the door.
As he reached the hallway, Isabella appeared in front of him.
“Don’t mind her, Mr. White. She’s always been that way,” Isabella said softly.
He froze, startled by her sudden presence. “The entire class spoke against you. Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know who I am,” Isabella said calmly. “Just return and teach. I’ll make sure your class stays peaceful. As for who I truly am… even I’m not sure anymore.”
“She’s Alpha Desmond’s mate,” Harrison said from behind.
“You almost scared me, Harrison,” Mr. White sighed. “Isabella, right?”
“You didn’t guess—you said it right,” she replied with a faint smile.
“In that case, I’ll stay at my hotel tonight and resume tomorrow,” he said.
“That’s fine,” Isabella smiled warmly. “I’ll see to it that your lecture goes smoothly.”
“You seem kind-hearted, Isabella. A good mate for the Alpha indeed,” Mr. White said with gratitude before leaving.
Harrison stepped closer, gently pulling Isabella back.
“You’re so beautiful…” he began.
“Don’t touch me like that, Harrison,” Isabella cut him off coldly. “You should know by now—I could never mate with you. Even if I could, my heart will always choose Desmond.”
“I’m not asking for forever,” Harrison said, desperate. “Just one day—one day to call you mine.”
Isabella laughed lightly. “That’s unfair. Don’t fool yourself with false hope, Harrison,” she warned.
Then her smile vanished. Her eyes locked ahead.
“I have a battle to fight,” she whispered, pointing toward Anabelle, who was already racing toward her with deadly intent.
Anabelle walked her way silently, without confronting Isabella.
“You got even the mighty shivering.” Harrison said.
“Harrison, I have to take my leave. I can’t wait to welcome Desmond.” Isabella left in a hurry, while Harrison was left deep in thought and worry.
Meanwhile, Anabelle decided to confront Mr. White that night. She sent her wolf to torment him in the hotel.
Mr. White, while trying to sip from his glass of juice, heard a strange sound.
“Who the hell is that?” he asked, looking around. No one was there. When he turned back to his seat, he almost screamed, seeing a giant monster before him.
“I am only here to lecture, not to be killed,” he pleaded in a loud voice.
“What makes you think the hotel attendants will hear you? They can’t, my dear.” The monster laughed. Mr. White ran around the room, trying to make his movements and cries known, yet no one could hear him.
He grabbed the telephone to call for help, but the connection was cut.
“What do you want from me?” he asked fearfully.
“You are to leave the pack first thing tomorrow morning. I wouldn’t want to see you around again, else you will be killed.”
“What did I do?”
“You have no right to ask me such a question.” The beast was still speaking when Anabelle’s wolf appeared.
“That is the most powerful she-wolf standing before you,” the monster said. “You honored the voice of a forgotten, deadly, and arrogant wolf like Isabella, neglecting the heart that freed you.”
“You must be troublesome,” Mr. White said to the wolf.
“Don’t try such again.”
“I thought you couldn’t be destroyed,” he said mockingly, “only to see you fear the same she-wolf like yourself—one the pack had thought weak.”
“Mr. White, watch your tongue.”
“I have watched it—with courage—knowing the least you’ll do is kill me, either with your hands or through diabolical means.”
“If I wanted to kill you, Mr. White, I would have made you choke on that drink.”
“Anabelle, I need some sleep,” Mr. White replied tiredly. “You can leave my room—and never repeat this again.”
“You must be stupid,” Anabelle said angrily. She stretched out her hand, ready to hurt him, when she suddenly sensed the presence of the ancient wolf. She disappeared immediately.
“He is everywhere,” Mr. White whispered. “Thanks for protecting me.”
At that moment, the telephone connection returned to normal, and the strange hindrance between Mr. White and the attendants was lifted.