LOGINMaverick povBarto came back within a day with the name of the Alpha that took Liberty; Alpha Claude. At the mention of his name Cassius’ eyes went wide. To my embarrassment I don’t know much about Alpha Claude only that he’s the right hand of King Samuel. In my defense there is hardly any intelligence on the man. We hardly have any intelligence on King Samuel and his kingdom. Cassius gives me a sly grin, “And why do you think there is barely any intelligence on the man?”“I don’t know? We don’t have an official alliance but there is some mutual respect or at least understanding,” I respond thinking about how we do send people to other neighbouring kingdoms to gather intelligence and trade. Why not King Samuels? “I’ll tell you. Alpha Claude is notorious for catching spies and scouts. Rumour has it that his wolf sniffs them out even in a crowd. Even they aren’t on an active mission at that moment. We’re lucky King Samuel isn’t big on the border patrols. Alpha Claude rarely comes ne
Liberty povI stare in Barto’s pleading eyes. The silence in the cells seems to last for hours. Barto stares back at me. His eyes hold fear, which is understandable. I’d fear being tortured too. Claude looks between us. Trying to read my face while keeping Barto in a tight hold.Claude throws Barto back to the floor and stomps out the cell. locking the door. Grabbing my hand he practically drags me up the stairs. His warriors stand outside, confusion written all over their faces. “Do you need us to do something Alpha?” Beta Ivan asks, concern lacing his voice. “No, I just need to speak with Liberty in private,” Claude replies without breaking stride. I move along with him. Do I want to plead for Barto’s life if it’s necessary? Who is Barto? Is he here on his own behalf or is he sent by someone? Claude keeps pulling me along in silence. When we enter his office he lets go of my arm. He stands opposite of me breathing hard. I wait for him to gather himself. Meanwhile I’m using the
Liberty povThe revelations of Claude about Dad left me reeling. The idea that Dad might have had a fling with Claude is strange. Part of me doesn’t believe it. Maybe they were just experimenting? Maybe Dad didn’t know how to reject Claude? And even if he were bii-sexual would it matter? He is still my Dad. The one who loved me since birth. Suddenly it comes back to me. The day I came home from school and during dinner Dad asked what we had learned today. When I told him that we learned about mates. How the Moon Goddess blesses nearly everyone with a mate. But only bad people don’t get one. Dad nodded, ‘But some people just don’t find their mate for some reason. That doesn’t make them a bad person,’ he emphasised.‘Bad Alphas don’t get an heir even if they find their mate. You must be a good Alpha because you got Mum, Cooper and me,’ I smiled feeling proud of having a dad who was favoured by the Moon Goddess.Dad let out an exasperated sigh rubbing his face with both his hands. This
Maverick povI always thought that knowledge was power. The more you know the easier and better your decisions are. But that doesn’t seem to be true. Those saying ignorance is bliss are the ones that are correct. Cassius has planted spies and scouts in as many packs as he could for me. Every spy came back with news. Some of the information was clear. Some information was interesting but I wasn’t sure how to interpret it. For example Candy going back to her pack. It made sense, Hartley had publicly denied being involved with her. What didn’t make sense is that once back in her pack she developed an interest for botany. She roamed around the pack, picking fruits, vegetables and flowers. It wouldn’t have been so noticeable if she’d not be holding a book in her hand. She also didn’t attend warrior training. So it’s clear that she is planning something but what, for who and when?Then the spies came back from Howling Moon. Sending me into an outrage. Hartley, or should I say Samantha, wa
Liberty pov Claude himself takes us down for dinner. I’d expected him to send a warrior or maybe his Beta. During the walk to the dining hall I study Claude. He is well built with dark hair, dark eyes and a sun kissed skin. I think he is about the same age as Dad. We can smell the food and hear people laughing and talking. My stomach growls and I catch how Claude reacts with a small smile to the sound. The moment we step in everybody falls silent and stares at us. I quickly look at Madeline, it’s not our clothing we’re dressed just fine for an informal dinner. There are also several female warriors in the dining room so it’s not that they haven’t seen a female in the dining hall either. I catch Madeline’s confused gaze, she too is surprised about the silence. Claude walks in and the pack members greet him but their eyes remain on us. So it’s also not that it’s unusual for them to see their Alpha during dinner. Dad has dinner with us at home during the weekends and on special occ
Liberty povMadeline and I packed our bags. Madeline is all over the place, worrying her clothes are unfit to spend time at a court. I emphasize to not only take her best clothing but also plenty of practical clothing as we don’t know where we are going and what will happen to us. We might be thrown into the cells once we get there. Naveah nudges me, encouraging me to stay positive, /We will endure. At least we have someone who loves us. We’re also better prepared for whatever. We’re stronger and wiser./I can only agree. We were young and most importantly naive. I wish I’d have had time to visit Olwyn to seek her guidance. As I watch Madeline say goodbye to her parents. All three of them are warriors. All three know that walking into the unknown is risky. They might never see each other again.This morning I had the same moments with Mum and Cooper. The uncertainty if we will see each other again is almost crippling. Watching Madeline and her parents causes a lump to settle in my th







