Catherine pov. After the Alpha had agreed to my request, I sent for Phillips, who appeared visibly perplexed and at a loss for words. "Go and pack up. We are both going to the Black Moon Pack," I instructed. As I moved about my room, carefully gathering a few essential items into a compact backpack, a look of confusion spread across Phillips' face. "Lora, what are you doing?" he asked, unable to comprehend the urgency behind my actions. I explained, "I spoke with my father, and he granted permission for me to visit the Black Moon Pack for two days before returning." Once I finished packing, I stood before Phillips and noticed him frozen, his gaze fixed upon me. "Are you coming or not?" I questioned. With no other options, he chose to accompany me as we made our way through the castle, embarking on a journey by foot towards the Black Moon Pack. Suddenly, he halted, turning to face me. "You know it's a long journey, Lora. Why don't we transform into our wolves? It will help us r
Philip pov. I have observed numerous changes in Lora since her demise. She has always exhibited peculiar behavior, but more often than not, she behaves pleasantly. Witnessing her rescue of that elderly gentleman prompts me to ponder whether this is truly Lora or someone else dwelling within her being. I have noticed her unwavering desire to join the formidable Black Moon Pack. It consumes her thoughts with great intensity. On the day she awakened, I discerned her inquisitive inquiry about her location and her discussion of bearing a child with the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack. I endeavored to comprehend the reason behind her sentiments and uncovered the tragic demise of the Alpha's Black Moon Pack spouse shortly after childbirth, leaving behind a son. Most of the time, I strive to ascertain the accuracy of my thoughts. To aid in my deliberations, I retrieved one of my strawberry perfumes and delicately sprayed its fragrance around my person. Approaching Lora cautiously, she conver
Catherine pov. I stared at them, my eyes fixated on their faces, searching for the right words that eluded me. The reason I found myself in this place, at this moment, was a simple one—I came here to see my son. With a concerted effort, I turned my body towards them, molding a smile upon my lips, attempting to conceal the turbulence within. Thoughts raced through my mind, desperately seeking the perfect utterance. Just as Lux, my son, was about to break the silence, I seized the opportunity and interjected. "I heard the tragic news of your wife's passing, and I came here seeking answers, yearning to understand the circumstances of her untimely demise." The weight of my words hung heavily in the air, prompting an eerie stillness to settle upon us. Had I overstepped, delving too deeply into the painful realm of death? "I... I..." I stumbled, my intention to retract my statement, abruptly interrupted by Lux's voice. "It's alright," he reassured me. "Why don't we proceed to have dinne
Catherine pov. I politely entered the hall, laughing out loud, as I listened to him talk. Never before had I seen Lux this funny! I stopped in front of him, and he halted too, gazing at me. I peered back at him, moving closer, wondering, "What should I say just by looking at him?" "May I see your son?" I asked, uncertain if he would shout at me. He continued to stare at me and then silently walked away. I stood there, filled with sadness, and decided to retreat to my room. "Are you following me?" Startled, I turned around, spotting him standing there, his gaze fixed upon me. I smiled and swiftly darted into his room. I approached the baby crib, observing my little boy slumbering peacefully. Placing my hands on his cheeks, I marveled at his softness and sweetness. I noticed Lux walking up behind me, placing his hands on my child's face. "Can you tell me his name?" I smiled, studying my child, who slept like an angel. "His name is Andrew." Smiling, I gently kissed Andrew's che
Philip pov. I observed Lora's intense desire to be closer to that child, her longing palpable in the way her eyes yearned for connection. I knew she had informed the Alpha that she intended to discuss his wife's tragic demise, but the Lora I had come to know was never preoccupied with avoiding discussions about the deceased. Perplexed by Lora's peculiar behavior, I paced around my room, searching for answers within the confines of my thoughts. Why was she acting so strangely? What could possibly be causing this shift in her demeanor? Finally, I settled on my bed, casting my gaze across the room. While it wasn't as spacious as the room I had in the Shadowmoon pack, it still offered a sense of comfort and familiarity that I found somewhat reassuring. The ambiance felt strangely avoidable, as if it provided a sanctuary within these unfamiliar surroundings. Just as I contemplated venturing out to uncover the truth, an interruption shattered the silence. The sound of a door opening echo
Mora pov. I pick up a bottle by the side of my body and toss it against the wall, the shattering glass ringing out in the tense silence of the room. How did she get here? I was stressed out because I didn't know what to do, my mind racing with the possibilities.As I look up at my brother, I see his tense posture and speechless expression mirroring my own. The air between us crackles with unspoken tension.I pace around the castle, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the empty halls as I try to calm myself down and consider my next move. The smell of musty old stones fills my nose, and I can feel the rough texture of the walls against my fingertips as I trail my hand along them."Fucking plan," I yell in frustration, turning to face my brother. The sound of my voice echoes off the walls, and I can feel the anger burning hot in my chest.I couldn't stop thinking about the shadow moon's mighty Alpha daughter being in the black moon pack. The image of her beautiful but deadly face
Mora pov. He looked at me for a moment to see if I was lying. He walked closer to me, staring deeply into my eyes as if he didn't believe me. "If the Alpha wife is no longer alive, how can you possibly be his wife?" As I began to cry, I tried to calm myself down. "He pushed me away after I gave birth to my son, saying that a black wolf and a white moon are not supposed to be mates. He didn't want to tell anyone because he was afraid of losing his respect." "This was perfect," I thought to myself, as I noticed he wasn't becoming angry. I hugged him while crying so loudly that he fell into my trap. "Please, all I ask is that you return my son." As he looked into my teary eyes, he pulled me away. "Don't worry, when I return to the Shadow Moon Pack, I'll make sure the Alpha is aware of this." I pulled him back and brought him closer to me as he turned to leave. "If you tell the Alpha, he will not believe you and will request a meeting with the Black Moon Alpha, after which he w
Catherine pov. "I sat on my bed, thinking of what to do. 'How can I get my son?' My mind kept on going in different directions, though, as I felt reckless, not knowing what to do.I stood up and walked into the room, searching for a way to get my son. Tomorrow, I will be going back to the Shadow Moon Pack, and I haven't even thought of a plan yet. As I looked up at the roof, I tried to imagine what life would be like without my son by my side.The room smelled of lavender and vanilla, with a hint of musk. The only sound was my steady breathing, interrupted by the occasional creak of the floorboards. I reached out and touched the rough fabric of the bedspread, feeling its texture under my fingertips.As I closed my eyes, trying to forget about the past and think of a way to make my plan work, a knock on the door got my attention. I stood up and walked towards the door, my footsteps echoing in the empty room.When I opened the door, I saw Philip standing there, looking at me with concer