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XENIA'S POV

  I've never been a strong religion fanatic, infact I'll describe myself as an atheist. I don't believe in God or any spiritual entity. I believe that humans have full control of whatever happens in their lives and that only us can decide our fate. A good decision brings a positive outcome and a bad one brings a negative outcome too. It's another major reason I moved from my mom and Sherman oaks, ever since I was little, I felt like I was been pushed to believe in something, but not only that, I felt my mom was using religion as an excuse to run away from something, like a daunting past. That was also the emotion she gave whenever I brought up dad. I knew I didn't look like mom; she was of average height, approximately 5'3 and had a thick body shape whereas I was 5'8 with a slender runway model like figure, mom had auburn hair with blue eyes while I had hazel eyes with black hair, so you can imagine why I wanted to know about dad. There was not one photograph of him while growing up and after the last encounter I had with mom when I brought him up, I decided to let go of the topic.

  Even when I tried asking her of our origin, she just kept saying we were from Sherman oaks but deep down, I somewhat knew that there was a lot of truth she was omitting. Our last quarrel happened the day before I moved to New York and till today I feel insanely guilty, not because of anything else but that was the last time I saw her. She died five days after of cardiac arrest and it's haunts my conscience knowing what my last word to her was. After the funeral, I packed what we had and moved back and I haven't touched her stuff since then. 

Not until today tho, when I felt a sudden urge to go through them, perhaps to search for answers to the trance I had last night.

KALEB'S POV

  "Nenyia, it's been about three days since we did the ritual, yet no word from her", I said to the oldest woman in our pack who also happens to be a spiritualist. "Don't fret Kaleb, she's gotten the message wherever she is and it's only a matter of time before she's drawn to come, no mate can ever resist the call", she replied, her hand on my shoulder.

  I've been Alpha of the pack for a year now and as custom demands, I need to sire a heir, but not just with anyone. Every wolf is connected and bonded with a kin, a human kin with whom we bear children with. A wolf and a wolf cannot sire a child as the child would turn out to be a bloodlust killer, thus, we need the gene of a human to calm that bloodlust, however, we can't just go and pick any human we fancy, our mates have already been chosen by the moon gods from their birth, and when we attain the age of Senery, the ritual is conducted to draw our mate to us from wherever they may be.

  The last time we had such ritual was for Cainry, and a day after, his mate, Ihinnya came to our den and now she's with child. 

Now one can wonder why my worries are at peak. Our kind started dwindling ever since the Wolf hunters began abducting most of our kind and our sole purpose is to protect the wildlife humans are trying so hard to destroy, if we go extinct, then the whole cause is lost. Not under my watch as Alpha will I let that happen, Never.

XENIA'S POV

  The last time I felt this shocked was the day I started seeing my menses as a teenager, believe me, it was a very spectacular experience.

Suffice to say, after the first day of that trance, I've kept on having strange dreams and a recurring pull to travel. The last dream I had this night; I was at a waterfall in the woods, wearing animal skin two piece about diving into the water with an approximately 6'5 brown skin tan man, he had the most amazing smile and was drop down gorgeous in a manly way, he took my hand and I looked into his light brown eyes and then we jumped from the cliff straight into the water. I never felt so happy as I did with him as we began kissing which even though it was a dream, it felt like it was ordained from the beginning of time, "I want you to be mine Xenia", he whispered huskily in my ear and it sent shivers down my spine. There was no way I could say no to this man, it was almost impossible, he made me feel a certain way that I hadn't felt before, I nodded and pulled him in for another kiss and then I woke up and looked around me to see I was still in Bradshaw's apartment and he was sleeping beside me.

  This was the last straw, even though it was a dream, I knew instantly that what I felt in that dream, I haven't felt it all the time I was with Bradshaw or any other man in my life and somehow, I had this realization that the dream was real, that he was real and I wasn't going to rest until I found him. I was going to go to the ends of the earth to meet him.

  Like someone under a spell, I began to pack few of my things, this was the resolution and confirmation I needed after finding out where my mom was from and somehow I knew that if I followed that clue, it was going to lead me straight to this mysterious man. Even as I packed, I kept on hearing his voice, beckoning unto me, asking me to come and be his. The price I was willing to pay seemed expensive, but it was one I was full minded going to take on, Bradshaw, my life in New York, my new job as Junior Designer at Monique's, all of these suddenly seemed like figments in the air and Maine was where my mind was focused on.