“No! Please, no! Mother! Father!” Diana screamed her lungs out as she shook her head in a frantic, the attempt to deny the genuine fact boring inside her cursed mind. Clutching the blood-soaked blanket to her chest, imagining them close to her as she closed her eyes, she sniffed the last of the lingering smell of her parents. Not entirely believing what she was seeing even if the truth was already glaring at her. “Come back, please! I will be good from now on! I will follow Father’s arrangements for me as a beta’s daughter, I will do it with open arms so please! Please! Don’t leave me here alone…” Tears cascaded, endless anguish-laden tears fell to the blanket she was hugging. Kneeling on the floor with her hunched back as she hugged the remnants of her parents, Diana did not mind one bit that the blood of her parents was soaking her like a second skin. A torrential tornado popped right in the middle of the Crescent Pack. Its fierce winds flipped the roof of the houses near it wh
“It was you,” said Diana. “All this time that you’ve been good to me and my parents, you are a serpent in a wolf’s clothing! And now you want to arrest me?” The corner of Diana’s lips curled up into one sinister grin. She continued. “Think again.” The next thing they knew, Diana was gone. In a matter of a second, Diana’s white tail was the only thing they had witnessed and she was running fast as the wind. One should not underestimate a mad wolf with a beta’s bloodline – especially when it had the blessings of a nature witch. Anger. Raw and scalding anger. It was all that Diana could feel as she leaped away from the bed chambers of her parents. The loss and the betrayal were too much to bear for her. To think that it happened a day after she had mated with Dylan. Upon the mere thought of her mate, her subconscious immediately shoved the name at the backmost part of her mind. She was too busy entertaining her rage. Diana failed to realize at this moment tha
Hackles raised, Diana’s wolf jumped up to the branch above the clustered hunting team. Ironic, that they were called the hunting team, the best among the best since they were trained by the great Elder Shananel, but they were now the ones being hunted by the white-furred wolf. The darkness within the forest and the ensuing storm hovering over the entirety of Crescent Pack’s territories did not help the hunting team at all. The rain washed the scent of the white-furred wolf and the pungent stench of death from the headless wolf of the tracker masked the lingering smell and intent of Diana’s wolf. A werewolf was two things, a human and a wolf. It was known that mercy was found in the human side while the lethal animalistic side could be found in the wolf. But without the mercy of the man, the primal instinct of the wolf was unstoppable and a force to be reckoned with.For newly awakened bloodlines for alphas and betas, it was double the primal instinct. The thin
Seymor wanted to tug his hair out, but he could not bring himself to do it, especially not in the presence of a restless alpha. He did not know what would happen next to his Alpha. Seymor could vividly remember his Alpha’s declaration of braving the storm, saying that he would bring his mate back! ‘Now? Our future Luna is gone.’ Seymor grunted in his mind. “Alpha, may I know what is our next move? We cannot stay here undetected forever.” Seymor, who could not take it any longer, finally opened his tightly closed lips. With the heavy rainfall hitting them, weighing them down, he could not let themselves wander any longer. “And do you think I care? We are not using our reconnaissance yet, but they can’t even detect us! They call them elites? Werewolf Committee is a bunch of weaklings!” Seymor could not contain it anymore. He released a snort to which his Alpha responded by stopping dead in his tracks. Biting his lower lip, his canines prot
SEYMOR’S FOOLISH THOUGHTS of enjoying the union of his Alpha to his witchy mate were long gone.After lurking in every nook and cranny of the back alley, his soaking wet clothes and his grumbling stomach were the least of his concerns. In fact, he did not think about it until now. Instead, he was bombarded by the maddening thoughts of thousands of different scenarios of his conclusion should they find Diana Ritchell heavily wounded, captured, or worst… dead.A crazy alpha was a disaster, but a mad crazy Alpha Dylan Cain? That was simply a premise for the end of the fucking world. Alpha Dylan’s clenching jaws were a telltale sign that his beast wanted to last out. With the connection blocked and her scent was covered by the heavy downpour of rain – it was not looking for their search party of two.His fists that were clenched as well that Seymor had to maintain a safe distance in order to avoid being the recipient of his Alpha’s veined fists. Veins started to protrude along
Two silhouettes stood against the small windowpanes of the inn they were staying.The whistling of the wind muted the rattling of the glass windows, for the howls brought by the storm were becoming more violent as the sands of time seeped through the wolven folks’ fingers.The flames from the fireplace swayed upon the wind that was able to penetrate the wooden ceilings and brick walls of the dingy inn. Because of this, coldness permeated the constricted area of their room which reminded the two of their homeland.As of now, the Crescent Pack seemed to be eerily silent. The warriors, though many as they were, did not even sense their unwanted presence within their premises. Even with the raging storm, their so-called top-class security was frowned upon by the Blood Claws Pack members.The man standing behind the other one cleared his throat to snap the latter’s attention. “Alpha, what is the next plan?”The Beta could not contain his curiosity, for he knew what the air around his Alpha
‘I need to calm down. The Alpha said that we must blend. I already screwed up when I bumped into a group of hot-headed wolves. Calm down, Seymor! Calm down! The information is better than engaging in a meaningless brawl.’ The entire time that Seymor was silently closing his eyes, he was calming his mind. The sands of time seeped through his fingers, a good moment finally passed and his heaving chest finally calmed. When Seymor finally snapped his eyelids open, he was welcomed by a frowning receptionist whose hands were placed before her perfectly curved bosoms. On instinct, his emerald eyes lingered upon the woman’s proud breasts before he took a sniff. “Pervert!” The resounding slap followed the receptionist’s words. So much for keeping a low profile. END OF FLASHBACK… “The merchants below talked about the witch. They are pinning a non-existent creature as the culprit to the Beta family’s death. As of now, due to the restrictions of the rain, the majority of the Crescent Pack m
‘Is that Dylan? Did he discover that I have some witchy spells under my sleeves? He will kill me if he knows!’ Diana thought as she remained still. She was holding her breath. With squinting eyes, she turned her head to the side. Her back was against the wet bricks of the second floor of a merchant’s store. Diana’s feet were barely maintaining an equal footing as she climbed to the two-story merchant store. With her feet tiptoeing on the gutters, both of her hands were gripping the brick wall with the help of her protruding canines. She left a dent in the brick wall, leaving for sure a trail of her claws against the brick wall for everyone to see when the sun would finally show up… if it would show up. Her back was against the wall, barely touching the bricks. Drips of translucent liquid fell from her shin. The heavy rain which was her doing helped her erase her scent against the crazed black-furred wolf – who happened to be the mate she blocked – who was also