Mag-log inMadeline:
Everything was rushed, but in two days my people did their best to prepare. I hired good guards to protect me in the werewolf community and laid out the terms and conditions under which I would help the werewolves. My first stop was Alpha Graham's pack, The Dark Silver Pack.
Discussing the visit stirred something in me, but I swallowed all the hatred I felt toward Graham. I promised myself I would look him in the eye and feel nothing. I was certain he would spew hate and refuse my help the moment he saw me, that's how badly our friendship had been ruined.
I packed my children's bags and told them we were returning to a werewolf land where their mother had lived for at least eighteen years. They didn't ask many questions. They weren't completely unaware of werewolves. I had taught them as much as I could.
Even when I lied in the human land about their father's identity, I never forgot the truth. Once they came of age, they'd transition, and then everyone would question whether it was safe to keep them in the human land. It was called human land for a reason. Mixing creatures wasn't allowed. But there was time for that later. For now I had to return.
When I stepped off the ship, I saw him. I held my breath, then lifted my chin. His jaw was stronger and wider now, his black hair even thicker, and his green eyes held a new maturity. He was broader and more like a man than the teen I remembered. Even with all that, he failed to pull at my heartstrings.
Then my children came out, and I hesitated. As I attended to them and held their hands, I noticed Graham's look changed. He was shocked to see me, then devastated when he saw my children. As I took my first step onto the land, my whole body shivered, but I covered it with a confident smile.
"Welcome to Werewolf Land," The royal beta announced, “more specifically, welcome to the Dark Silver Pack." The added with a smile on his lips. I remembered him. He was his father's beta too. I wondered why he hadn't retired. Usually royal betas hand their titles to their children, and if they don't, another beta steps forward as a royal beta.
"Thank you so much," I said to Mr. Robinson, then turned to Alpha Graham.
"I hope your journey was comfortable." Alpha Graham spoke, his voice sent a chill down my spine, but I kept my confident smile, bright enough that I noticed him frown, probably wondering if I recognized him or if I was just a good actor.
"Thank you so much," I replied, carrying neither animosity nor familiarity in my voice.
"Huh, Madeline West," Graham then uttered my name, almost like chewing upon the words while his jaw tightened slightly.
"No, it's Madeline Sawyer," I corrected, and I noticed his frown deepen as he narrowed his eyes, as if questioning why my surname was different.
"Anyway, I would like to visit my home first, the one I requested, and settle in before I join the council and talk about the disease," I requested, looking at Mr. Robinson and avoiding Alpha Graham entirely. I was anxious to move because he was staring at my children.
"Yeah, sure, we've planned it. We prepared cars for your journey to the mansion," Mr. Robinson said. My baby girl held my finger, Bodhi held her hand, and then Ellora held Bodhi's hand. We walked like that, each of us holding the next.
The silence from Alpha Graham was heavy. It had been years since we came face to face. I had almost never thought about him or the others. I had blocked them out of my mind. So when I saw him again, I didn't know how to react.
We sat in the car together to drive to the mansion. Mr. Robinson handled most of the arrangements, and it confused me. What was Graham thinking? I gently pressed a nail between my teeth, confused. I just did not want to deal with anything anymore, and I definitely did not want him to talk about the past.
We arrived at the mansion and I was impressed. They had prepared a beautiful place for us, full of luxury. It was all grey and white marble with a black entertainment center. There were four bedrooms, two on the second floor and two on the ground floor. My babies, as always, decided to go to the second floor, so I took a second-floor room too.
The kitchen was on the first floor. There was an indoor pool and a backyard with swings and slides for my kids. I had already told Mr. Robinson my demands, and it seemed he did a great job.
"Please rest and eat well," Mr. Robinson said. "We will have a meeting tomorrow." I nodded and walked him to the door. As he was leaving, another car came speeding up and stopped in front of the mansion. Alpha Graham stepped out.
Even Mr. Robinson slowed to check on his Alpha. Graham, shoulders were broad as he walked past Robinson and gestured for him to go. Mr. Robinson left reluctantly. Graham entered the mansion and stopped, turning to face me. Nobody else came in.
"Alpha Graham," I uttered, “I thought I will get to rest today,” I tried to make it seem like I wasn’t feeling awkward in his presence but he was heading straight to questions.
"Who are those children?" he asked first. I frowned and folded my arms across my chest to look confident.
"I'm sorry, your concern is who my children's father is?" I asked, giving him a look of disbelief.
"Madeline, you can act like it is not strange that you appear out of nowhere after so many years with children," he hissed, "I demand you tell me the truth. What is going on? Did you come here to convince me of something? After all these years, did you come back to get my attention and be accepted by me?" He pointed a finger at his chest and I started to laugh.
"Wait, you seriously think I came back for you and the children are yours?" I asked, keeping my voice low because my babies were upstairs. I noticed his fists clench. He still carried hatred after all these years.
"Let me clear it up for you. They are not your children. They are my husband's children with me. Is that enough to satisfy you?" As soon as I said that, I watched his body relax and an awkward look form on his face. He went quiet.
"Did you forget I had periods that night?" I asked, hands behind my back and my face tilted with confidence.
"Alpha Graham, it is very disrespectful that you walked in here yelling and throwing accusations. Don't think too highly of yourself. I did not come here for you. I came for the sole purpose of helping the werewolf babies. As a mother, I feel deeply for children. I hope that answers your questions and you'll leave me alone. If my husband heard from the guards that a man was accusing me of lying about our children, it would not be good for my work here. He would want me to come back," I muttered it all in one breath.
His face went pale. The embarrassment of thinking I had come for him was worth watching. He lowered his head and rushed past me, leaving the mansion.
Madeline:Those few hours felt like the end of the world.First, I was told that my husband had died, and that my daughter was gone as well.Then, a small piece of hope was given to me. My husband was alive, but his condition was critical.I could not understand how I was supposed to feel. I did not know whether I should be happy that my husband was alive or cry for my daughter, who was no longer there.They gave me a few injections and tried to stabilize me.Yuvonne brought me back with her. She took me to the motel where my children were waiting for me.They had no idea what I had been through. They did not know what kind of pain their mother had faced.They also did not know that a huge change was coming into their lives, that they would never see their sister again.The injections and medication had left me numb.When we reached the motel, Yuvonne immediately guided me into my room and made me sit down.Lord Jonah, who had been sitting on the bed with my children, stood up at once
Ron:“She was my only family,” I said through my tears. “How could this happen? How could she leave like this? She was fine just a while ago. We were talking. I fed her myself. We talked about so many things. We made plans for the future.”I was in so much pain that I found myself opening my heart to someone I had never seen this way before.And at that moment, he started crying with me.Lord Eldon suddenly lifted his head and looked toward the doctor.“What exactly happened to her?” he demanded, his voice raised, almost as if accusing them of failing her.The doctor hesitated for a moment.“Your Highness, there was nothing we could do,” he said carefully. “When she was brought in, she was already gone. Even then, we tried to pump her stomach, but the poison had spread too far.”The doctor fell silent.I lifted my head from Lord Eldon’s shoulder and looked at him.Even Lord Eldon stood up and faced the doctor.“One second,” he said sharply. “Poison? She was poisoned?”The doctor slowl
Ron:I stared at it again, my grip loosening around the bottle, my hand trembling just enough for me to notice.My mind struggled to make sense of it, replaying the last few hours, the last place I had been, every moment I could remember.None of it explained anything.I slowly lifted my head and looked toward the closed doors ahead of me.That was where my grandmother was, inside the ICU, surrounded by machines and doctors, fighting for her life. They were doing whatever they could to treat whatever had been found in her system.Then the thought returned, and my breath got caught in my throat..Poison.It settled in my mind, and I gulped again as something clicked into place.My grandmother.A tight knot formed in my chest as the realization crept in. There was only one explanation for her sudden decline.The poison.It could have been the reason she had been coughing up blood and white foam.But another question followed, one I could not understand.If poison had been found in her b
Ron:I lifted my grandmother and rushed toward the car. One thought kept repeating in my mind. How could this happen?Just a short while ago, she had been completely fine. Every time she coughed and vomited, my breathing felt tighter.“Grandma, please, just hold on a little longer. We are almost at the hospital,” I told her, holding her close.I kept my arms wrapped around her.“Drive faster,” I shouted at the driver.Every single second mattered.“Listen, I do not think I can handle this pain,” my Grandma murmured in a very faint voice, then added, “but remember, I am very, very proud of you.”Her words reached deep inside me. I hugged her even tighter.“Do not say things like that. You will stay with me. Today, tomorrow, every morning, every day,” I replied firmly.“We are almost there,” I said, trying to sound hopeful.“Grandma, look, we have reached the hospital,” I urged, quickly taking her hand and giving it a gentle shake.However, I noticed that she had stopped coughing comple
Ron:“We have to put him on life support for now. He is in a very critical condition,” the doctor informed me.I have called in all the best doctors of my pack. I was even going to speak with the other packs and see if they could help us. I will take any help I can to save Baxter.Madeline was already deeply distressed after losing her daughter.“Baby,” I told Yuvonne gently. “You need to go back to the motel with them. I hope that is okay with you.”I gently touched her elbow, pulling her closer. I knew she deserved a good beginning, a husband she could spend time with, a proper honeymoon, and everything that came with it.I had promised her all of that. But right now, Madeline needed our help.Thankfully, Yuvonne did not show that she was upset about her first days of marriage being burdened with responsibility.“Of course, I will stay with her,” she replied softly, giving me a reassuring nod. “She needs me right now. The children need me right now.” She leaned in and kissed my lips
Graham:“I could not understand how Byron had made contact with Madeline or how he had brought Baxter with him.” My father was restless, pacing around from one corner to another.I sat anxiously on the sofa, anger building again and again, only thinking about one thing. A manwhore alpha like him was staying close to Madeline.I did not trust men like him. He chased beauty, and I knew he was only helping Madeline so he could get close to her. That foolish girl did not understand it. But the biggest question still remained. How had he managed to get Baxter out?“The warrior said Baxter’s condition is very critical,” my father informed me. “But Ron is helping them. Ron’s vote is in his favor.”My wolf growled inside me.I threw my head back against the couch, resting it on the back of the sofa. Both my hands moved through my hair as my eyes drifted toward the ceiling.“People like him always appear from somewhere,” Elgin remarked quietly. “Just to make themselves heroes.”At this moment,







