LOGINZora sat in front of the mirror, her hands resting gently on her lap as she stared at her reflection.The white lace gown hugged her figure perfectly, flowing down to the floor in elegant waves with beading all around its edges.Her hair was styled in a parted updo, with a few loose curls around her face. The makeup artist had done an excellent job; her lashes were full and long, her cheeks had a soft glow, and her lips were painted a bold red that made her look confident and radiant.She smiled at herself, turning her head slightly to catch the way the light hit the small diamonds woven into her hair. For a moment, she just sat there, taking it all in. This was really happening. She was getting married today.Her smile widened as memories began to flood through her mind. She thought back to the first time Alicia had arrived at the pack, back when she was still married to Dane.That woman had waltzed in like she owned the place, and Dane had welcomed her with open arms. Zora remembere
Marcus stood in Lord Kaelion's living room, pacing around as he clenched his fist.Lord Kaelion sat in his massive chair. Even as he watched Marcus pacing back and forth, he still remained calm, like he was amused by the display of frustration before him."She failed," Marcus spat, finally stopping to face Kaelion. "Zendaya had one job: get Trent. One simple task, and she could not even do that."Kaelion raised an eyebrow. "Did you truly expect her to succeed so easily when you yourself had attempted before and failed?""That was not my fault. I thought Joanna had it in her, but she ended up being so clumsy," Marcus shot back. "Trent moved faster than we anticipated. He wiped out her entire operation before we could……""Before you could what?" Kaelion interrupted. "Before you could sit back and let someone else do the dirty work while you hid in the shadows?"Marcus bristled at the accusation but kept his mouth shut. Kaelion was right, and they both knew it."You are wasting your ener
At nightfall, when Trent was certain that almost everyone at the pack had gone to sleep, except for the wolves on night patrol, he finally set out.Trent took only a few men with him along with his beta but made sure the prisoner was chained both hands and feet. When they finally arrived at the entrance of the woods, they all stepped out of the car and knew they had to make use of their feet now.The prisoner stumbled every few steps, and the more they walked, the more exhausted he became.They reached a small clearing deep in the woods, far enough from the pack lands that no one would stumble upon them by accident. Trent stopped and raised his hand. The wolves behind him halted immediately."Here," Trent said, his voice low.Brandon nodded and pulled a firecracker from his jacket pocket. The small cylinder felt light in his hand, but the moment he lit the fuse and threw it high into the air, it exploded with a brilliant flash of red light that illuminated the entire clearing for a fe
Nicklaus took it even more seriously than he should have ever done, knowing that he had already believed in a few things and covering it up was coming to be a total disaster that he was not willing to take risks for.The only difference between him and the few people who had gotten interested in this was the fact that everybody decided to bring forth their strong reasons and that should be the bone of contention rather than all the things that they currently have.Heading into the library where he believed his grandfather must have been hiding some vital information that could help him out as time went on, he decided that he was no longer going to get involved in many of the things that were going to wear him down; instead he would focus his attention on what truly mattered.Most of them included dealing with people according to the way they decided to bring this to him instead of just accepting whatever was about to be dumped.It was not going to be easy to switch things to his own s
After breakfast, Trent and Brandon had gone to their respective works, even Zora had left and now Claire felt like she was all alone in a big pack.She had tried lying down for a nap earlier but sleep would not come. Her mind kept replaying everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts."Come in," she called out.One of the maids stepped inside, a young woman with dark hair tied back in a neat bun. "Miss Claire, the Luna requests your presence downstairs."Claire got to her feet immediately. "Of course, I will be right there."The maid gave her a small smile before leaving. Claire smoothed down the borrowed clothes, wishing she had something more presentable to wear. But her luggage was still somewhere in Brandon's car and they had not had time to retrieve it yet.She made her way down the grand staircase. When she reached the living room, she found Zora sitting on one of the couches with two other women.They had fabric s
The heat from the brazier filled the cell, and the prisoner was sweating profusely to the point where he felt like he could barely breathe.Trent stood there watching him with a blank expression. The man's eyes kept darting between Trent's face and the glowing coals, his breathing getting faster with each passing second.Brandon picked up one of the iron rods from beside the brazier and held it over the coals. The metal began to glow, shifting from dull gray to orange.The prisoner's body started trembling. His chains rattled against the chair as he tried to lean back, trying to put more distance between himself and that heating rod. But there was nowhere to go."Wait," the man gasped. "Wait, please." He swallowed his saliva, gasping for breath.Trent did not move. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on the prisoner."Please!!" the man said again, his voice breaking. "I will speak. I will tell you everything. Just please do not do this."Trent tilted his head slightly. "Are you ready to







