LOGINFreda’s POVMy gaze moved to the man I had always considered a father until the day he decided to reject me. His eyes narrowed at me. And I could tell from the way he itched his hand that he wanted to do something, but all he did was chuckle and moved back. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”He meant it that way. And I knew his apology wasn’t sincere. He had seen what we did to Clayton and knew he was not much against us. I looked away from him as if he didn’t exist to me. “Fine.”“We’re ready to cooperate with you both.”Craig looked at me, linking his hand with mine. “Great. Cause we are ready to rebuild the whole Moon Blood Pack.”They exchanged handshakes and soon left the hall. The injured were moved out of the hall. And those who had plotted a coup against us with Clayton would be punished after they were already treated. None of us could sleep. It was a long night. I spent the night healing my friends without Craig's knowledge. We spoke about the things we had encounter
Craig's POVI groaned as I pulled Clayton’s right hand while Freda pulled his left hand. Defeating him was easier than actually pulling him back to the hall. The wolves we had defeated were still on the floor. Clayton remained motionless, and we pulled him down the hall, his body leaving trails of blood all over. The hall was silent. No servant was moving the tray like earlier. In fact, it felt like there was no living thing in the hall. The noises in the hall had reduced significantly. It felt like nothing was happening at all in the hall. The fighting had ended, but the hall was far from quiet.Groans echoed from every corner.Injured wolves struggled to stand while others helped carry the wounded away.We pulled Clayton in, and everyone’s attention turned on us. Stephen was the one who broke the silence. “Did you guys really?” His gaze moved to Clayton in our hand, and we let him go. Clayton dropped on the floor with a loud thud. I flex my hand, trying to relax my muscles be
Freda’s POVThe floor shifted under my feet. I had never healed someone with the rate of injury Craig had. It had drained every part of me, but if the occasion called for it. I was going to do it over and over again. Clayton stood in front of us, his eyes wide in excitement, then he pointed at me. “I want her too.”Craig didn’t let the words land before pouncing on him. Clayton crashed on the floor, taking with him a few pieces of the furniture in the room. He groaned. I started to get myself back, and my hand balled into a fist. I wasn’t a thing to be owned by him. He smiled. “Don’t tell me this is the one with the mark? The one the prophecy claimed would defeat me.” His eyes trailed all over me. “She looked kind of little to defeat me.”Again, Craig punched him. For every word he spoke against me, he seemed to be earning Craig’s ire. “She really is the one.” He coughed. “After I defeat you both, she would make a good sex partner for Ron. Maybe I would let you hear how she enjoys
Craig’s POVClayton was just three doors away from us. It was no wonder the guards were trying so hard to stop us then. As soon as I opened the door, he froze. His hands were on cash, he was stuffing into a small bag. He looked up at him, stashing the last fold into the bag. “What do you want?”His voice was hoarse. I frowned at him. I guess shouting and scamming people out of their things could make one tired. “You know very well what I want.”He breathed in. “Fine. If you want to be the Alpha of the Moon Blood Pack, I will give it to you. I’m not going to fight you over something that doesn’t belong to me.”My eyes narrowed at him. Was this some sort of trick to let me down, my guard?I refused to. I walked confidently into the room, closing the door behind me. Freda waited outside. She claimed she would handle anyone who tried to open the door and interrupt my small ‘meeting’ with Clayton.“I’m glad you know this throne doesn’t belong to you. And it’s finally time you give it
Freda’s POVCraig frowned at me. “You know where he could have gone to?”I nodded. “Remember, I used to work here to gather information.”“Don’t remind me.” He hit his forehead lightly. “I used to have a headache thinking of you getting easily caught here. I just wanted you to stop whatever you were doing here.”We moved out of the chaos. Almost everyone was engaged in a fight, apart from those who weren’t interested in involving themselves in the case. I led him towards the hallway. “Well, now my hard work is paying off. If I hadn’t come to work here, I wouldn’t have guessed where that fat pig could be.”Craig snorted, “Can you stop calling him a fat pig? It makes all this sound funny when it’s anything but.”I knew. That was exactly why I kept on saying that. I hope to lighten the mood. “But he is nothing but a fat pig. You haven’t seen where he was eating before.”I pretended to retch. Craig laughed. “I guess you are right then. But we need to move faster before the fat pig e
Craig’s POVThe crowd roared, turning their full attention on me. I stood straight, waiting for whoever was ready to attack me. Stephen had done his part beautifully. He had introduced me back to society. It was my turn to make it all rightGreg and Drey had somehow found their way beside me. They were alert, ready to attack whoever wanted to attack me. The guards were staring at us, and everyone was.Until someone shouted. “I thought he was the murderer. Didn’t he kill his parents then?”And then, everyone had something to say about my innocence or not all at once. It was the type of controversial issue we had aimed for. We knew some would still blindly trust in Clayton. And that was why we were ready to fight beyond the evidence. “I thought there was some strange prophecy surrounding him or something. What’s really going on?”Stephen screamed, his voice echoing around the hall. “I’ll tell you all what’s going on? The Moon Blood Pack had been under the rule of a tyrant. A tyrant
Freda’s P.O.V “We have to go,” Ava said, checking a strange device in her hand. “It would be dangerous if they caught a whiff of us. I don't think I can protect you here.” I glanced back at the glamorous field, “If this is what Craig is fighting for, it's worth it.” She nodded, “It's worth more
Craig’s P.O.VLights filtered in from the only window in my office. Greg sat opposite me with a folder in his hand. I tilted my head at him. “Did my uncle also hear about the mark?’Greg nodded. “I believe everyone knows about the mark. From the information I gathered, I heard the Sun Blood Pack was
Freda’s P.O.V I followed behind Ava silently, my gaze wandering, taking in the environment. How neatly everything seems and the absence of people running everywhere to get things organized. Curiously, I wanted to ask Ava if they had no maid, but she beat me to it. “Can I see the mark?” Her e
Freda’s P.O.V “Shopping?”The word sounded foreign in my vocabulary. I don't do shopping. I do hand-off from Nina’s. Except for the ones I design and sew myself, I barely have any new clothes to wear. Even getting materials for those ones was a dilemma sometimes.Ava's eyes slanted, and a huge cu







