LOGINMABEL. His hands were still cold, but his colour was improving. He no longer had the pale look, nor was his face scrunched in a painful frown. “I need space,” I whispered first, my index fingers pressed down lightly on his pulse. I felt the thump, irregular at first, before it became slow and steady. Everyone had moved back by now, giving more space for cold night air to reach Arlan. “Get me my acupuncture needles, Evie,” I ordered. Evie went out and returned with the needles. I used them to perform a poison dispel on him just like I did to Jebar. That way the poison would leave his body faster, and he would recover. “What did you give him earlier?” Kyran asked after I was done with the acupuncture. Beads of sweat lay on my forehead. Some ran down my cheeks and settled on my chest. I took three steps back, gave Arlan one last look before turning to Kyran. Veyron was still there, standing next to him with his hands clasped together. “It's the lunar serum.” Veyron's eyes widene
MABEL. His hands were still cold, but his colour was improving. He no longer had the pale look, nor was his face scrunched in a painful frown. “I need space,” I whispered first, my index fingers pressed down lightly on his pulse. I felt the thump, irregular at first, before it became slow and steady. Everyone had moved back by now, giving more space for cold night air to reach Arlan. “Get me my acupuncture needles, Evie,” I ordered. Evie went out and returned with the needles. I used them to perform a poison dispel on him just like I did to Jebar. That way the poison would leave his body faster, and he would recover. “What did you give him earlier?” Kyran asked after I was done with the acupuncture. Beads of sweat lay on my forehead. Some ran down my cheeks and settled on my chest. I took three steps back, gave Arlan one last look before turning to Kyran. Veyron was still there, standing next to him with his hands clasped together. “It's the lunar serum.” Veyron's eyes widene
MABEL. I slowly stood up, still holding onto Kyra. My gaze swept through them as they closed in on me. My breathing slowly stabilized, but the scarred guy took deliberate steps towards me, crushing the grasses beneath with his soiled boots.His steps were light and measured, with a hint of hesitation. I could make out hatred from the look he gave me. The kind of hatred that transcended the heavens.“I would advice you to surrender to us,” he said, but I remained calm, listening to the sound of boots enclosing. I can’t act rashly since Kyra was still very much in deep sleep. She could get harmed when caught in between any fight that goes down here. “The last time your parents retaliated, they ended up dead.” “You killed my parents?” I asked, my voice bore no fear, making them exchange glances with each other. “Why?” “They deserved to die!” “That's not the question.” He cocked his gun instantly, pointing it at my forehead. I stared at the hole without making a move. I could kill t
MABEL. I have been driving for two hours at high speed, following a particular black car heading towards the border. The car switched lanes, racing towards a thin track. I did the same, and the serum sitting on the other chair rolled left, then back to the center. The colour of the serum was not clear or transparent. There were two bottles. One contained a greenish liquid; the other contained a transparent liquid — It was almost as if the bottle was empty. I was losing sight of the car. Micah took many small track lanes that I never believed Darknile’s pack had. He was taking a shortcut to the border that led to Bloodmoon pack. It was far off the edge and would require us to pass a pool of dirty water. That's if I remember clearly. Tree branches slapped against the wide glass, blocking my view. I squinted, then increased my speed. Just then, my car seemed to be plunged into a load of dirt as the black car raced through, splattering dirt backwards. Even with the windows rolled up
GENA. “So you are Micah?” I asked, but he didn't reply. Instead, he handed the phone back to me, then stared at Kyra, who was quiet and sobbing. Arlan held her close, glaring at me in particular like I was some kind of traitor. I scoffed just by looking at how close they stuck with each other. That was why it was easy to get hold of them at once. While they disappeared into the crowd, leaving Evie and Ryan behind, I followed after them. Who would have thought their disobedience would favour me so damn much. Micah bent down to snatch Kyra away, but Arlan was stubborn and placed himself in between. It earned a hiss from me, seeing Arlan struggle so much with Micah when he couldn't even fight against me when I knocked them off. I should have used the sleeping injections instead. That way, he would sleep longer and wouldn't have to be so damn loud. Micah successfully pried Arlan away, and when Kyra yelled with that tiny voice of hers and kicked her legs against the mud, Micah press
KYRAN. It was yesterday when Mabel returned from the arena with drowsy eyes. Throughout that day, she spent it in her room, sleeping — or so she said. Ralph had lost. More like he conceded the fight, and it was just Zachary and Mabel to the third phase. But something was strange. The elders suddenly decided to go into seclusion, saying that they were going to decide the third phase. “Alpha, she is awake now.” Reed’s voice got me to lift my head. I have been buried in paperwork since she had been sleeping. More like avoiding me, but I also didn't want to disturb her when I had work to do. It's strange that Silas went silent and wasn't doing anything to push back yet. I wonder when he decides to act. I dropped the pen on the documents I was signing and shoved it aside. The wall clock showed it was a few minutes past three, and Kyra was not back yet. She always returned by two on the dot, accompanied by Ryan, and sometimes, Evie. “Mhm.” I nodded in reply, then stood up. “Is Kyra
Mabel’s POVThe moment I heard those nurses mention a celebration at the pack house, something inside me snapped completely, and before I realized it, I was already grabbing my coat and rushing out of the hospital room.“Luna?” the nanny called after me in confusion.“Stay with her,” I said quickly
Mabel’s POV“Kyran, how could you do this to your own child?” I gritted out, my fingers tightening around the phone until my knuckles turned pale. But no matter how angry or heartbroken I felt right now, I refused to let his foolishness cost my daughter her life.The pack had always hated me since
Mabel’s POVMy child’s cry echoed in the hospital room, and she had been in this condition for the past six months, living between machines, injections, and restless nights that never seemed to end, with just one month left. The doctors said the only thing that could save her would be a heart surg
MABEL'S POV I kept running, legs quaking, as I kept turning back. My legs caught onto a stake. It slashed me. “Argh,” I groaned, secured Kyra safely, stood up, and continued again. Kyra groaned in my embrace, awoken by how fast I have been running and the sound of my ragged breathing. I slowed d







