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Chanda gasped. “The Oro blade really exists?”The Oro blade was the sword used by the Klana leader. The sword was rumored to have made by the guardians of the underworld and that the Klana leader had his soul entwined with the sword. “I guess those stories about us were very detailed.” Snow smiled. “Yes, the Oro blade exists. When my father was killed, the sword was stolen from him.”“But if the myth is true?” Chanda said. “Anyone who touches it becomes possessed with some evil spirits. How could Velkan’s father had easily taken it and not be affected?”Snow reached into his pocket and brought out a small green crystal. He held it up in the light and it glowed brightly. “This is the stone that gives the magic power to my father’s sword.”“Wow.” Chanda mumbled, enchanted by the beautiful glowing crystal. “Its magnificent.” She instinctively raised her to touch it but Snow slapped her hand away, bringing her back to her senses. “Sorry.” She murmured.“I can see the stone still has the

“He wants you to become a maid?” Mariam almost screamed at Chanda when she told her of Velkan’s punishment. “Are you sure you heard him correctly?”“I’m not deaf, Mariam.” Chanda playfully threw a garment at her face and continued packing up her things. “But I do think it is strange.”“Of course, it is strange. There are a lot of maids in the pack, why would he want you as his personal maid?”“Maybe he wants to keep a close eye on me or maybe he just wants to humiliate me, I don’t know.” Chanda shrugged. Velkan’s decision was definitely unexpected, especially after Snow claimed he had earlier decided to not punish her at all. But she would gladly take being a maid over death, anytime and any day.“What are you even doing here at this time of the day?” She asked Mariam. “Are you not supposed to be with your mistress, tending to her every beck and call?” “I was in her room with her and her mother, when they mentioned that you were becoming a maid so I rushed down here to confirm if it

“This is completely outrageous.”Mia was perched on the side of her bed, getting ready to take the bath that her maid, Mariam, was preparing for her while her mother paced around the room, angrily.Mia had always wondered why the woman couldn’t just sit down and complain or at least stand still. Why did she think she had to move around just to pass her point across? Just watching her was causing Mia, a headache.Still, she had to be the reasonable daughter and calm her mother down.“What exactly is outrageous, mother?”“This is not the time to be making jokes, Mia.”“I am not joking, mother. Why are you upset?”“Are you being serious right now? Were you deaf when the Lycan decided to make that thing…” Sera paused when Mariam dropped a bottle of soap on the ground.“Sorry, it slipped.” Mariam muttered, slowly picking the bottle up.“Are you maids ever good for anything? Even in this pack, good maids are hard to find.” Sera snapped at her. “Just a bunch of good for nothings.”“Please,

“I am Snow Klana”That can’t be true, Chanda thought. She didn’t which was more absurd, the fact that Snow claimed to be the son of the Klana’s leader or the fact that the Klana Clan still had existing members. The whole thing just felt like a big trap to her. A trap that will come back to bite her if she didn’t thread carefully.But even if it what Snow said were true, is her hatred for Velkan that huge, that she would be willing to side with group of dangerous wolves known to be feral killers. These wolves had made packs extinct due to their attacks.Was she willingly to take the risk of unleashing possible terror to both regions just to get her revenge?“Am I talking to myself here? Hey Serafina.” Fang snapped his fingers in Chanda’s face to draw her attention. “Where did your mind wander off to again?”“Hmm. You were saying?”“I was giving you, ideas on how to approach this hearing and to make sure you don’t get in more trouble.”“It is not a hearing.” Chanda picked up her bucket

The tomb was dark and quiet as usual, so Velkan didn’t understand why he thought coming here in the middle of the night would bring him some sort of… solitude.A guard walked up to him at the entrance with a torch.“Lycan.”“Stay here. I will be out soon.” Velkan took the torch from him and stepped inside the tomb. The light of the torch made the tomb bright, so he moved his hands along the walls, tracing the carvings of the names of all the former Lycans that had come before him. His hands stilled when he got to the last one.Odon Goda, it read. Great father, and leader.“He was an okay husband too.”“Mother.” Velkan wasn’t even surprised at her presence. “Are you following me?”“I went to your room and you weren’t there. I checked the cliff, you also weren’t there. So, I figured you will be here.”“Is there a problem, then?”“With me, no. But I think there might be one with you.” She took the torch from him and stared walking further down. “Let us keep moving, her casket is still fu

Chanda wasn’t sure she had heard what Snow said correctly, so she voiced out the words slowly. “You want to kill Velkan, the Lycan of Goda Pack?”“Yes, I do. I want Velkan Goda dead.” Saul passed a thread through a tiny needle, and started stitching up her cut. “And you, Serafina are going to help me.”“You want me to help you kill Velkan Goda?” Chanda repeated, not paying any attention to the pain on her shoulders.“Yes. Heavens, stop repeating yourself. It is annoying to listen to.” Snow frowned. “And why are you so shocked when you already planned to do it yourself? You did fail, but it was nice attempt.”“Is this a joke?” Chanda pushed his hands away from her, leaving the needle dangling from her shoulder. “Is this some kind of test or something, uh? I get it.” She pointed at him. “Your Lycan wants to test just how loyal I am, right? If I say yes to your request, I will get charged with treason, then he will have a valid reason to drag me to the middle of the pack and cut off my h

MEL POV“What could they be talking about in there?” Angie murmurs, while putting her ear on the door’s peephole, so she could listen to the whispering happening outside the door.“Will you just relax?” I pull her away from the door. “At this rate, you will get us kicked out of here. You should be grateful that Sister Mary told us to wait for her in this office.”“It is called being polite. Nuns are trained to be that way.” She frowns. “But I don’t think Sister Martha attended those lessons. You see the way she just turned on us like we were evil spirit she was trying to cast away. She was all smiling faces and kisses and within a twinkle of the eye, she was so eager to make us leave.”“I noticed it too.” I nod. “And it was after she saw my name and Mrs. Park’s name on the computer.”“Exactly.” Angie yelps. “For a second, I thought she had seen the devil or something. I tell you, something fishy is going on in this place.”“Shh.” I reach over to cover her mouth. “I think they are comi

RIO POVAfter a round of drinks with some of the board members to celebrate my election into the CEO position, I am in great need of some peace and quiet. Drinking during the day is not really my strong suit.So, coming back to find Mr. Jim lurking around my office door is not a pleasing sight. I tiptoe to his back and whisper softly. “Are you looking for someone?”He jumps up like a scared cat. “Oh, Mr. Rio. You startled me.”“What are you doing?”“I wanted to have a word with you, but your secretary is not on seat. So, I was contemplating knocking to know if you were in.”“I am now.” I open the door and step back from him. “Please come in, and take a seat.”“Thank you.” He steps in and I follow him, closing the door behind me. “So which office are you going to occupy? Your father’s office or your mother’s old one?” He says, looking around my office.“I haven’t decided. Drink?” I ask, taking out a bottle of whiskey and a glass.“Sure. Your father’s office will be the better choice

MEL POV“You are awfully quiet.” Angie says, the car glides through the light traffic on the way back home.“I have nothing to say.”“I don’t blame you. After a kiss like that, gurl, I will be speechless too.”“It wasn’t like that.” My cheeks turn red as I remember how Rio had taken over the kiss.“Like what?” Angie asks“I was feeling emotional, okay. Mrs. Park was being…” I hesitate, not sure how to describe the things she had said.“I don’t get why you put up with that old witch. She has always been a nut case.” Angie frowns. “I’m sorry he is dead and all, but she and her son are the same. Always blaming others for their misfortunes.”“You can’t blame her though. She is a mother.”“Hmm, if that is what motherhood is. I don’t want it.” Angie snorts. “Thank God, she isn’t your real mother. Imagine having to grow to be just like her. That would have been a crime on its own.”The wretched woman who…” Mr. Park hadn’t finished the statement, but I know what she wanted to say. The wretch

RIO POVMel’s soft lips on mine is not something I would have ever imagined would happen today, but I am definitely not complaining.I know she is grieving and this wasn’t exactly the appropriate place, but as her tongue slips into my mouth, it didn’t really matter.I mold her body closer to mine and take the one thing I have been craving for, rolling my tongue with hers and swallowing her soft moans, wishing with all my might that we could somehow teleport to my room so I can take this a lot further.“Excuse me.”I have never wanted to kill someone so much, when Mel quickly pulls away due to the interruption. I turn around, ready to rain hell on the intruder.“What the … Oh, Angie.”“Sorry.” She is trying hard to hold in her laughter. “I didn’t know you guys were still here. I heard about your altercation with Mrs. Park and came to check on Mel. Are you alright, baby?” She rubs her hand on Mel’s back. “You shouldn’t have come. I wish I was there to give her a piece of my mind.” She s

MEL POVThe choir were already singing their lungs out, when I and Rio walked into the cramped chapel that has served this tiny community for years. A coffin was placed in front of the congregation with Jack’s picture in front.“Just stay quiet and try to blend in.” I whisper to Rio as we were led to sit in the back by an usher.“I don’t think that is possible.” Rio whispers back, pointing out the few eyes that were focused on us. “I can’t remember the last time I have been in a church.”“I do.” I answer absently, straining my eyes to see if I pick out the Parks in the front. “The day we got married.”“So, you still remember the day we got married?’”“Shut it.” I scold him as the priest walks onto the pulpit. “The service is starting.”“Dearly beloved,” The Priest starts. “We are gathered today on this Monday morning to support one of our very own. A pinnacle of strength in our chapel, Mrs. Park as she mourns the death of her child, Jack Park. A young promising life that was cut short

MEL POVRio drops Angie off at the café since she refused to stay at home by herself, and by the time we got home, it was almost dark. Immediately we walk through the door, Nonna wraps me in her warm embrace, while everyone else were seated in living room, watching.“I am so sorry for your loss, Senorita.” Nicks says, breaking the silence.I manage a faint smile. “I am going to lay down a little. My head hurts.” I murmur, pulling away from Nonna.“Of course.” She responds and holds me tighter. “I will take you up and get a soothing bath running for you.” “I think she can handle it by herself.” Rio pulls Nonna away from me.“I can.” I smile again, glad that he noticed. “Good night, everyone.”“Call, if you need anything.” Nonna yells after me.What I need is for hands of the clock to turn back to yesterday, but even Nonna can’t give me that.*******The next morning, Nonna walks into my room dressed in a long black dress, with a full tray in hand and another black dress in the other.