Isaac's POV. "Lux, is it true what you said, that Blood Moon Pack destroyed another pack and then has declared war on White Claw Pack?" "Of course it's true, Blood Moon Pack keeps on waging war and has some oddly powerful strength." Lux's voice became gruff. "Under my investigation for such a long time, I found out that the reason is that their Alpha, Alpha Jack's strength far exceeds the other werewolves, and there is also an evil wizard in Blood Moon Pack who uses dark witchcraft!" Hearing Lux's words, my brow furrowed tightly. White Claw Pack was our Crimson Shadow Pack ally, Toby was also Claudia's friend, I couldn't help them, it seemed I had to speed up the preparation for the war. I flashed determination and bloodlust inside my eyes at this time. No matter who it was, anyone who was a threat to my pack and to Claudia, I would completely solve it! Just as I thought of this, I heard a noise coming from outside the command hall. "
Claudia's POV. There was some shivering in my body as I saw the doctor wrap a tiny body in a soft towel and place it next to me. "Claudia, this is your baby, it's a boy!" The doctor seemed to say with some shock, her eyes were drawn to the child. "My child ......" I looked at him with some surprise on my face. I saw what the child looked like, I couldn't move my eyes for a moment either. This was such a beautiful child, in my sight, I saw that the left side of his eye was green pupils, but the right side was golden pupils. Although he was strange, he was really so cute. I held him tightly in my arms and I stroked him, feeling his milk-like skin. This was my child and Isaac's, he had my blood and Isaac's blood in him, and just from his eyes, I could already feel the extraordinary future he would have. I lifted my head, then placed the child in swaddling clothes. Throughout the months I had been in contact with the wizard, I had asked him to help
Claudia's POV "Bitch! Slut!" The heels crushed hard against my palms and I curled up on the floor. I've heard these insults so many times that they couldn't even divert my attention from the physical pain. Fiona grabbed my hair and yanked me up off the floor so that I had to look up at her and her minions' gorgeous and arrogant faces. "You know very well why you're getting beaten." She looked at her friends. The minions echoed Fiona with much more exaggerated expressions. "Of course, because you're the daughter of a traitor, bitch!" "You don't deserve to live in a wolf pack, so go to hell." With that, another slap came to my face and Fiona let go of my hair as my body slammed hard into the ground. I could still feel the sharp pain of Fiona's four-foot heels kicking me in the back during the flurry of punches and kicks. "No..." They obviously didn't expect my sudden outburst, and Fiona questioned, "What did you say?" "I said, my pare
Claudia's POV When Fiona rushed into the kitchen, she saw Isaac carrying me in his hands. It was not exaggerated that she did "rush" into the kitchen and not like the well-bred young lady she appeared to be, which I attributed to her possessiveness of Isaac. In the Crimson Shadow pack, whoever had eyes knew that Fiona was paranoid about Isaac, almost to the level of a lioness who protected her cubs, and clearly saw herself as the next Luna. This might be the first time I felt grateful to see Fiona. Isaac stopped moving his hands and threw me out casually like a broken rag doll. I fell to the ground and all I could do was make a painful huffing sound. Isaac explained casually to Fiona, "Just bored." Fiona was amused by Isaac's gesture and she looked in a good mood as she said to me, who was struggling to get up from the floor. "Dirty puppy, I don't know why Alpha still keeps you. You don't even have a wolf." She pressed her shiny nails against h
Claudia's POV When I woke up, it was noon. Since yesterday's injury was still very visible, I decided not to go to school today because teachers never cared about me. And I couldn't have the energy to deal with stuff like book bags thrown down the stairs, tables and chairs collapsed in the hallway and how to get out of a locked locker. Yesterday's clothes still had dust and grease stains on them, which might cause me to get beaten up again when someone saw that. Of course, I didn't have any clothes that I could change into, so I had to go to the river in my pajamas to get my clothes cleaned. The weather was getting colder. There were few people on the river at this time of year, so I hoped no one would see me. Then I saw a familiar face. God, couldn't I have this one little wish? What's Isaac doing here! He should be getting ready for his Coming-of-age Ceremony,not taking a walk by the cold river! Please, didn't let him see me
Claudia's POV I ran all the way back to the basement, my heart still pounding hard. Those green eyes that I inherited from my grandmother were the most striking thing about me, so I have had to cover them with my long hair since I was young. I used to talk back to my mother about it when I was a kid, "Why do all the other little girls get to show their eyes and pretty foreheads and I have to show up with half my face covered?" My mother always stonewalled me then, saying that she would tell me all the reasons when I became an adult. Until she and my father were executed, she didn't tell me why I couldn't show my eyes, but just admonished me, "Always hide your eyes." Since I became a slave, I had been more afraid to show my eyes. To the uninformed common eye, those eyes were also too beautiful, and a beautiful slave would suffer more miserable treatment. I tried to put myself to work, but that feeling of anxiety and fear was still haunting my mind. What if
Claudia's POV The woman who woke up from the coma opened her eyes. To my surprise, she had a very rare pair of eyes, with purple pupils that emitted a faint shimmer. She looked at me in a very strange way, which was a mixture of shock and confusion. The woman stared straight at me and didn't say a word. I was a little scared, this beautiful and strange woman was not a werewolf at first glance. What was she doing at the edge of the pack? The woman suddenly spoke at that moment and startled me. "I can tell you're a witch's child. Don't be afraid, I'm a witch too." Usually, witches didn't reveal their identities to others, because there were many people who caved their power and many who feared them. Usually, only if they trusted you very much would they tell you their true identity. Hearing her say that made me drop my guard at once. A lot of my trust in witches came from my mother, who used to be hated by lots of people when she was in the pack. But my fath
Isaac's POV "Watch your balance!" My father shouted at me from outside the training ground. My body leaned back to avoid the right fist that Alex was swinging at me. Before he could return to a defensive stance, I found a weakness under his ribcage and struck back hard. "Ow!" Alex fell to the ground in response. It was so easy, I hadn't lost a single handful of matches on the training ground since my awakening. They were never my match, in terms of strength or reaction time. Then I walked over to my father outside the field and he just frowned at me. "What do you have to be proud of? Just winning a little game." "No, I'm just..." I was happy not because I had won the race, but because my father had been nice enough to come and watch me train for once. "Well, get on with it." He said, turning his head and heading towards Neil's training field. Seriously, nothing I did growing up ever really pleased him. When I got my first A+ in school as