Se connecterElena“You really smelled rogues inside the pack house?”Those green eyes weren't doubting my words; they simply couldn't believe a rogue had made it into CrestStone. Just as I hadn't believed Crystal until I saw it myself.“I couldn’t be more sure, Edgar.” I nodded, my gaze never leaving his. “They're hiding at the abandoned gym.” “How did you end up in that dangerous area, Elena?” he demanded. I could see hard lines around his eyes as he asked the question. “I saw a dead body in the storeroom and couldn't help following the paw print. I had to find out who killed her.” “Did you identify the body?” he bit out.The image of the poor girl flashed through my head. “No, but she was a Servitude maid,” I said, my gaze darting to my boots. “One of MountainFang Pack.” He exhaled at once, the tension around his eyes slowly fading. His towering frame closed the small distance between us. Then, without warning, he pulled me into a tight hug.My eyes widened in horror. But his body moldin
Elena My pulse hammered against my ears, urging me to run faster. No other proof was needed to convince me that Crystal was right.She was right. She was always right.Another chill ran down my spine the moment I ran past the wide-open storeroom. Then, I picked up my pace even faster.My breasts bounced heavily against my chest as I bolted toward the ceremonial ground, barely paying attention to the disdainful looks the arriving guests threw my way. Few of whom I recognized from my pack. I had only one thought in my head. And that wasn't sparing them a glance.It was only one thought—get to the guards.Warn them.Tell them about the group of rogues lurking behind their wall—waiting for the right moment to strike for their neck, right on their happy day. Breathless and drenched in sweat, I stormed toward the hall entrance, only to halt at the enormous gathering ahead of me.For a second, panic erupted through me on realizing the ceremony had already begun. Hundreds of werewolves
Elena The metallic scent of the maid's blood that had been haunting the edges of my senses quickened the moment I stepped outside the storeroom, and my gaze followed the blood prints trailing across the ground. My heartbeat immediately picked up as Crystal's claim flashed through my mind. Could it really be a rogue? But, this is CrestStone Pack. The second strongest pack. How foolish could a rogue be to come in here and commit murder? ‘Maybe not foolish, but fearless,’ Crystal purred, nudging forward. ‘Or maybe even in pack.’ ‘Those beasts aren't so fearful when they're in numbers, Elena.’ I flinched, fear twisting in my stomach at Crystal's words. Wait. Crystal knew this? The fact that the murderer could be in numbers. Yet she was willing to lure us—or still, me into this deadly mission. Wow. How convenient of her to put our lives at risk. But then, Crystal's voice came low inside my head, dismantling all my quickly rising apprehension. ‘Stop,’ she ordered and I com
CrestStone Pack, Celebration Hall room. Elena “Never. I’d never, Lyra.” I cut through her words, taken aback. My shoulders dropped and I could hear the faint disappointed sigh of the other maids drift through the air.Persuasion mission failed woefully.The hair at the back of my neck rose as Lyra's furious eyes narrowed, her gaze burning into mine.She held no high authority over me, and I guess she could also feel it. Otherwise, that seething gaze was enough to make me lower my eyes and bare my neck toward her. Regardless of being called a runt since birth—I have Alpha blood running through my veins, a middle-aged Head Maid is nothing to make me shiver in fear. Except that a fight challenge would leave me in the pool of my own blood.Might not get lucky…as I was with Mr Harris.Then, Lyra's brows relaxed, and her seething gaze flicked away before returning to me at once. “And what the hell are you still waiting for, runt?” My eyes widened.Her voice was sharp and concise. Yet,
CrestStone Pack, Alpha Scarlett Pack House.Elena “I never thought you'd attend the ceremony this year, Elena,” one of the maids said, smiling. I think her name is Mia. Is it?She leaned toward me, lowering her voice. “With the rogue incident and stuff…”Like me, Mia was a regular servitude maid sent to high-ranking Packs requiring assistance. Except that she was an Omega from a far-away small pack. I smiled back at her. Attending?As if. “I’m so glad to see you are unharmed,” she added, smiling once again.Always genuine. “Yeah… Thanks, Mia.” I nodded. The girl let out a soft laugh, while her smile grew wider. “It's Margaret, not Mia.” She corrected, and for a second, embarrassment flushed through me.I opened my mouth to apologize, but the words were quickly slammed back down my throat when the door burst open suddenly.With a scowl, I let out an audible groan at the voice echoing through the large hall.I turned back, staring at the figure storming toward me. “What the hell
Logan “Elena Lockwell… Hmm. Interesting.” I looked up from the scroll in my hands, across the maroon-colored surface to the twelve Elders of the Pack seated around the table. I had chosen this particular subject as an exam for a reason. The Unison of all the Packs has flourished in countless areas of civilization—from the invention of sawmills that allow us to put the forest trees to greater use, to the extraction of shiny stones from the soil and their refinement into valuable treasures…and many more. However, we've not quite accomplished the same in the Healthcare section. Normally, we werewolves don't require treatment from herbs or plants. We were already blessed with exceptionally fast healing ability, bestowed upon us centuries ago by the Moon Goddess herself—one of the traits that makes our kind stand out the most amongst every other species on the earth. Sadly, I'd spent decades of my life on the warfront—fighting packs that rebelled against the Unison of all werewolves,
Logan “Can you do this, young one?” I raised my gaze at the physician whose slow movement and words depicted how laggard he probably was. “Y…yes, Alpha King” he mumbled, his eyes lurking around the room from beneath his gaze like it was his first time being in the office. Who knows… perhaps it
Elena “Were you hurt anywhere?” Brandon asked, his stern gaze rolling over my body, almost piercing a hole on my skin. I hesitated for a bit before I finally found my word. “Nothing serious enough for you to worry about,” I said, disbelief lingering over my face as I stared at him blankly.Did Br
Logan “I’ll get back to you all after giving it some thought.” I sighed and immediately rose from my seat. “My–” “No one will raise the word… ‘Luna reinstatement’ before my face again until I inform you all about my decision” Elder Gerald stepped out further to say a word but I cut him short b
Elena “Young lady!”“Open your eyes… little one!”I woke up to the feeling of someone lightly shaking my body. I wanted to protest against the touch and refuse to open my eyes, but the shaking was insistent, and slowly started to turn aggressive.“Elena?” a voice called. It was so warm, sounding worrie







