Kimberly sat on the bed, feeling the warmth of the soft covers against her skin.
The familiar walls of her room were a bittersweet reminder of the place she had tried to escape in her heart, but now she had chosen to return as part of her plan.
The knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Kimberly!" Mohandria’s cheerful voice rang out as the door swung open. She rushed in, followed by Liza and Kaitlyn, all of them beaming with joy.
"You’re back!" Kaitlyn exclaid, pulling Kimberly into a tight hug. Liza joined in, the three friends embracing her warmly.
"I missed you so much," Mohandria said, her voice trembling slightly. "We were so scared for you.
When we heard you were gone, I thought..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
Kimberly smiled faintly, though the guilt of her secret weighed on her. "I missed you all too," she said softly.
They sat down around her on the bed, chattering excitedly.
"Now, tell us," Mohandria said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What really happened to you? How did you get away?"
Kimberly’s heart raced. *I wish I could tell them everything, but I can’t. The plan is too delicate, and I can’t risk it being ruined.* She forced herself to maintain her calm.
"I... I honestly don’t rember much," Kimberly said, her voice steady but soft. "All I know is that I woke up in a forest, confused and alone.
I didn’t know where I was, but sothing inside told to find my way back here."
Her friends exchanged glances, their excitent dimming slightly.
"You really don’t rember anything?" Kaitlyn asked, her tone tinged with disbelief. "Not even how you ended up in the forest?"
Kimberly shook her head. "Nothing. It’s all just... blank."
Liza’s brows furrowed in frustration. "But why did you co back? You could’ve run away! You had the chance, Kimberly! Why didn’t you take it?"
The room grew quiet as the weight of Liza’s question hung in the air. Kimberly looked down at her hands, then back at her friends with a faint smile.
"I couldn’t leave," she said softly. "I have nowhere else to go. And I couldn’t leave you all behind. You’re my family. I had to co back—for all of you."
Her words seed to calm the tension. Liza’s expression softened, and Mohandria placed a comforting hand on Kimberly’s shoulder.
"You’re too good for this place," Mohandria said. "But we’re glad you’re back. We really are."
The friends pulled her into another group hug, tears glistening in their eyes. For a mont, Kimberly felt a sense of comfort, even as the weight of her secret pressed heavily on her chest.
They spent the next hour laughing and chatting, catching Kimberly up on everything she had missed.
It was almost as if nothing had changed, though Kimberly knew deep down that everything was different now.
She had a mission, and she couldn’t afford to let her guard down.
Eventually, her friends left, telling her to rest and promising to check on her later. Kimberly leaned back against the pillows, letting out a deep sigh.
The room was quiet now, the only sound coming from the faint rustling of the wind outside.
Kimberly closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting. But then she heard it—a faint voice, calling her na.
"Kimberly..."
Her eyes snapped open, and her heart raced. The voice was soft, almost like a whisper, but it seed to co from the bathroom.
She hesitated for a mont before slowly getting up and walking toward the door.
"Who’s there?" she asked, her voice shaky.
The voice called her na again, and she pushed the door open. The bathroom was dimly lit, and her eyes were imdiately drawn to the mirror.
There, in the reflection, stood an old woman with long, flowing grey hair and a white garnt that seed to shimr faintly. Her presence was both calming and unnerving.
Kimberly gasped, taking a step back. "Who... who are you?"
The old woman’s gaze was steady, her expression serene. "Kimberly," she said, her voice echoing softly in the small space. "It is not ti to manifest who you are."
Kimberly’s breath hitched. "What... what does that an? Who am I?"
The woman didn’t answer. She simply smiled, a knowing look in her eyes, and then, as suddenly as she had appeared, she vanished.
Kimberly stared at the mirror, her mind reeling. The old woman’s words echoed in her head.
*Not ti to manifest who I am? What does that even an?* She reached out to touch the mirror, but it was cold and solid beneath her fingers, as if nothing had happened.
She took a shaky step back, her heart pounding. *Who was she? And what does she know about ?*
Her thoughts swirled as she stood there, alone in the silence. Whatever was happening, Kimberly knew one thing for certain—her journey was far from over.
★★★★
anwhile Alpha Derrick sat in his study, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair as he mulled over everything his loyal servant had just reported.
The words echoed in his mind: *"She doesn’t sound like she rembers anything, Sir."*
Derrick leaned back, tapping his fingers on the desk, his sharp eyes staring at the ceiling. "So Kimberly truly doesn’t rember... or is she just playing a dangerous ga?" he muttered to himself.
He sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, his frustration growing. "But I know what I felt that night.
The one who attacked wasn’t just anyone. He was an Alpha—a powerful one. And he had the audacity to enter my territory, challenge , and leave unscathed."
His fist slamd down on the desk, the sound echoing in the room. "Who is he?" Derrick growled, his voice low and filled with rage.
"I have to find out. I can’t let this insult go unpunished."
He sat there in silence for a mont, his mind racing with possibilities. *If Kimberly truly doesn’t rember anything, then she isn’t a threat for now.
But that could change. She’s unpredictable, and I need to deal with her permanently. This ti, I won’t leave anything to chance.*
Just as he was about to delve deeper into his thoughts, a sharp knock on the door broke the silence.
Derrick frowned, his irritation evident. "Co in," he barked.
The door opened, and Derrick’s expression shifted from annoyance to surprise when he saw who it was.
Standing before him was a tall, broad-shouldered man with piercing green eyes and an air of authority that rivaled Derrick’s own. It was Alphonso—a na that carried weight among Alphas.
"Alphonso," Derrick said, his tone cautious. "What are you doing here?"
Alphonso stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. His expression was serious, his gaze steady as he looked at Derrick.
"I ca to save you from the destruction you’re not familiar with," he said, his voice calm but firm.
Derrick raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "Save ? From what, exactly? And what do you an by ’destruction’?"
Alphonso didn’t sit down, choosing instead to stand in the middle of the room like a towering figure of authority.
"You’re playing with forces you don’t understand, Derrick. Forces that will consu you and your pack if you don’t tread carefully."
Derrick scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You think you can walk in here and lecture about my own pack?
Do you forget who I am, Alphonso? I’m Alpha Derrick. My pack is one of the strongest. No one can bring us down."
Alphonso’s lips curled into a faint smirk, but his eyes remained cold. "That arrogance is exactly why you’re vulnerable.
You think strength alone will save you, but you’re wrong. There are threats in this world that even the strongest Alphas can’t face alone."
Derrick’s eyes narrowed, his voice lowering. "Get to the point, Alphonso. What threats are you talking about? And why do you care?"
Alphonso took a step closer, his presence almost suffocating. "You’ve made enemies, Derrick. Powerful ones. And it’s not just about the Alpha who attacked you.
There’s a storm brewing—one that’s bigger than you, , or any pack. Kimberly is at the center of it."
Derrick’s jaw tightened. "Kimberly? She’s just a girl. A stubborn, disobedient girl who doesn’t know her place. What could she possibly have to do with any of this?"
Alphonso shook his head. "You’re blind, Derrick. Kimberly is more than what she seems.
There’s a reason she survived, a reason she keeps coming back. She’s connected to sothing ancient, sothing dangerous. And if you’re not careful, she’ll be your undoing."
Derrick laughed bitterly. "You expect to believe that Kimberly is so kind of... chosen one? A threat to and my pack? That’s absurd."
"Believe what you want," Alphonso said sharply. "But I’m warning you, Derrick. If you keep treating her like she’s just another pawn in your ga, you’ll lose everything.
You’ve already underestimated her once. Don’t make the sa mistake again."
Derrick stood, his fists clenched. "Why are you here, Alphonso? To warn ? To mock ? Or do you have so hidden agenda of your own?"
Alphonso t Derrick’s glare without flinching.
"I’m here because I know what’s coming. I’ve seen it before—packs destroyed, Alphas brought to their knees because they ignored the signs. I don’t want to see that happen to you."
Derrick’s voice was ice-cold. "And what do you gain from helping ?"
Alphonso’s smirk returned, though it was faint. "Let’s just say I have my reasons. But make no mistake, Derrick—I’m not your ally.
I’m here because the balance of power is shifting, and Kimberly is at the heart of it. If you want to survive, you need to start thinking beyond your pride and your pack."
Derrick stared at Alphonso for a long mont, his mind racing with questions. Finally, he spoke, his tone low and cautious. "What do you suggest I do?"
Alphonso’s expression turned serious once more. "Watch her. Study her. But don’t underestimate her. And for your sake, find out who that Alpha was who attacked you. He’s part of this, too."
Derrick nodded slowly, his mind still processing everything Alphonso had said. "Fine. I’ll do it. But if you’re wrong about this..."
Alphonso interrupted, his voice firm. "I’m not wrong. Mark my words, Derrick—if you don’t handle this carefully, you won’t just lose your pack. You’ll lose everything."
With that, Alphonso turned and walked out of the room, leaving Derrick standing there in silence, his thoughts a storm of doubt, anger, and unease...
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