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The story revolves around Ayla, a young woman whose destiny intertwines with two powerful figures. In her past life, Ayla was connected to Ezekiel, a formidable vampire general. However, her current fate is tied to Walter, an Alpha werewolf who has yet to fully awaken.

As Ayla discovers her growing powers, including her unique ability to exist in multiple spaces simultaneously, she faces pivotal decisions about her future. Her developing relationship with Walter challenges her to embrace her present destiny, while her past connection with Ezekiel complicates things further. Ezekiel must balance his duty to annihilate the werewolves with his emerging feelings for Ayla, which threaten to undermine his mission.

Walter’s pack, now reduced to a dozen members, is under threat from Ezekiel’s vampire army. Although Walter leads the pack, he grapples with the absence of a Beta, a role that has never existed in his pack. His quest to find or reawaken the Beta remains distinct from Ayla’s path.

Ayla’s choices will determine if she aligns with Walter to fulfill her current destiny or reconnects with Ezekiel to explore their past. Her decisions will have profound consequences for the pack and the supernatural balance between the forces at play.

Ayla’s Destiny

I slowly made my way to the entrance of the narrow path, clutching my backpack tightly with both hands. Taking a deep breath, I looked ahead with a determined gaze. "Alright," I muttered to myself, "let's see if this really is the place."

The breeze here was exceptionally soothing. The sun was setting as I left school, casting a golden glow on the narrow path. The rustling leaves and the sound of the wind created a mysterious yet serene atmosphere. Although there were no people around and the path felt a bit eerie, the natural surroundings made me feel incredibly comfortable.

On both sides were ordinary trees, nothing particularly special. I couldn't help but check the time. "It's 3:35," I noted. I wondered how long it would take to walk through this path. After about twenty minutes of walking, I finally reached a small bridge. It looked exactly like the one in my dream! I felt a mix of excitement and surprise, but also a sense of satisfaction knowing my hypothesis was correct.

Crossing the small bridge, I found myself in a vast meadow. "This is it," I whispered, "the place from my dream." The real-life version was just as comfortable as the dream. "If only I had discovered this place sooner," I thought. This would be my perfect retreat, a place to escape the chaos, where solitude didn't feel lonely but rather rejuvenating. Knowing the meadow was the same, I felt no need to venture further. The forest and the pack could wait; I already had my answer. As the day drew to a close, I rested in the meadow for a while before heading home.

"Mom, I'm back!" I called out as I reached the front door. A small dog came bounding towards me.

"Where did this dog come from?" I asked.

Mom replied, "Someone brought him to the clinic today. They said they found him abandoned. He seemed so pitiful, and we don't have any pets. He kept clinging to me, so I brought him home."

As I petted the dog's head and saw him wagging his tail, I found him quite adorable. He is a Husky, his back was black with white fur underneath, and he kept sticking out his tongue as if he were smiling at me. "Mom, have you named him yet?" I asked.

"Not yet. Do you have any suggestions?" she replied.

I thought for a moment and said, "Let's call him Bubbly. He's so lively and always smiling."

As soon as I said "Bubbly," the dog started jumping and spinning around excitedly. "Alright, if you like it so much, Bubbly it is," I laughed.

"Play with Bubbly for a bit," Mom said. "I'm going out to buy some pet supplies. Dinner is almost ready, and we'll eat when Dad gets home."

I took Bubbly to the backyard and grabbed a tennis ball. I threw it, and Bubbly obediently fetched it and brought it back. "He's so cute!" I exclaimed, rubbing his face and neck. Somehow, I felt an instant bond with Bubbly.

After dinner with Mom and Dad, I held Bubbly while watching TV. Soon it was time for bed. Strangely, Bubbly, though brought home by Mom, stuck to me wherever I went. Even at bedtime, he followed me to my room. "Alright then," I said, "you can sleep with me tonight."

With Bubbly by my side, I didn't have time to ponder the events of the day. I had planned to research werewolves and vampires, but taking care of Bubbly and spending the evening with my parents left me no time. I decided to sleep first and tackle it tomorrow.

I moved my teddy bear off the bed and placed Bubbly in its spot. Snuggled under the covers, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

A New Friend, Bubbly