MasukMABEL. Four other packs have joined Silas. Not just small packs. They were great packs good at fighting, and had a substantial amount of weapons. Not to mention that Micah stole some ammunition for Silas's sake. I didn't say anything to Kyran after the information he gave me. We just stood there in silence, ate calmly, while watching Arlan and Kyra have fun. After a while, we returned to the Palace. I went straight to my room to have some alone time. I had prepared for the human hunters because advisor Gus and some of the elders said they might return again. I made the serum, made sure that the scientists spent day and night in the lab. But, I didn't take into consideration five packs joining the Ruckus. As long as we use our resources properly, we should be fine, right? I closed the door behind me. The room was so dark with only the city lights spilling into the room in faint streaks of white, and yellow.I walked to the corner, and turned on the light switch, then walked to the
MABEL. I got back into my room, my hands on my chest as I tried to calm my raging heartbeat. I don't understand why my heart was beating fast, or why I somehow ended up imagining him still standing close to me, but I soon snapped out of it.I called Ralph’s number, and he answered immediately.“Hello?” I called out, and I heard nothing but the sound of a chair scraping on the floor and a tsk sound. “You already know why I am calling, don't you?” I asked. “I was expecting it.” “Then will you help me?” I asked this time, and I heard a low murmur at the other end that I couldn't make out. It was as if he was either calculating the situation or he was actively in a conversation with someone next to him, or I just heard it wrong. I would go with the last one. “It depends on —” “I would offer weapons to stay on the safe side, and the right to use the serum,” I cut him off. I took the phone off my ear for a beat, then turned on the loudspeaker. “The right to use the serum? What serum?
KYRAN. I carried Kyra out of the room, heading to Mabel’s chambers. Arlan tagged along, dragging his feet on the ground as if finding whatever I just said to be a boring chore. “But why?” He asked one more time. “Because it's fun,” Kyra answered him. “I wasn't asking you.” She huffed and turned away, staring ahead. Arlan walked faster and appeared in front of me. “You haven't answered.” He stopped moving, standing in front of me, and not letting me walk past. If this were five months ago, he would avoid every sight of me, or probably try to convince his mother to come back to his side. That is to say that he would rather stand in the rain, have the black water mud splash on his legs than to stand before me in such a playful manner. “I want to create good memories for us,” I answered him.“I have a terrible memory,” he dropped, then cleared the path. I continued walking, but this time, it was side by side with him. Although he occasionally went behind me to knock, Kyra rested he
KYRAN. To me, the elders going into seclusion looked like they already saw this coming. This was how they behaved. Like gods who already knew everything before it even happened. It was almost like they enjoyed watching the show, and only intervened when it meant the entire werewolf clan going extinct. That, and the position of supreme leader. For every other thing, they rarely ever cared “You came?” Mabel asked, walking towards me. “Why isn't it Evie?” “Are you coming with me or not?” I asked instead, ignoring her question. “And what about the car? What would happen to it?” She asked. “We can't leave it here.” “Not many people drive this way. People who do wouldn’t care about a car.” “Still?” I sighed, then walked to the other side and opened the door for her first. “I will send someone to pick it up. That's okay?” Her gaze lingered on me, but she didn't seem to have anything to say. At least, not yet. She got into the car, and I did the same, and reversed the car. It got
MABEL. I left Kyran's office, but I didn't return to my chambers. Instead, I decided to take a little walk down the garden. A little walk, I said, but I found myself going closer to the class packed at the garage. Perhaps a little ride? I needed some time alone, and most importantly, I needed to reflect on a lot of things myself, and one of them includes my marriage with Kyran. Everything we have done was strictly following the contract, except for the few times … the few times he kissed me without my permission and we —No, that was a mistake, and I was still divorcing him after one year. After I become the supreme leader, I will take Arlan with me. I won't abandon my son, but Kyran? I can't imagine letting go of everything because of whatever happened between us, or because a part of my chest stings just by thinking about leaving after one year. It was like a needle prick piercing deep into my heart. Or more like a claw at my heart made by my own wolf, punishing me for thinking
MABEL. A day has passed since the entire ruckus. Arlan was back home and was resting in his room. For twenty-four hours, I haven't set my eyes on him. I was just too tired to move. I didn't want the same thing to repeat, so I stayed alone, thinking of every possible means to keep everyone safe from what I believe is a war coming. The human hunters were after me and my offspring, and I'm certain they won't stop until we are dead. But after thinking and rolling on the bed for several hours, I came up with nothing that sounded like a serious plan. Just fight them head-on. That was all, and for some reason, it sounded like a bad plan. A sigh left my lips for the third time since I woke up. I fastened the last strap of rope on my dress, then took a glance at myself. My hair was neatly done, let down in a thick cascade that fell all the way to my back, mildly hooking on the back straps I just fastened with much difficulty. I brushed my hair a bit with my hands, made a confident pose be
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
MABEL'S POV I stopped before the hospital, stepped out of the car, and rushed inside. Nurses ran from one corner to the other, a few patients seated at the side, probably awaiting the doctor. My gaze was fixed ahead, legs heavy with each step I took. The most important thing right now wasn't the
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







