I did not need Teresa to drive me to school today. When I first came to Haven, I had noticed that they love their bikes here. I saw a bike in the shed that morning, right after I finished dressing up for school. It might be my grandmother’s but it was fashioned to be too young for her. I went down to seek permission if I could use it today and if it was still in good shape. I went down to the kitchen and overheard them once again.
“...could you, say that&nb
Teresa’sPOVIwasonceyoungandgullible.Likemydaughternow,Iwasoncestubborn.Thepackwebelongwasapowerfuloneandhighlyrespectedamongthesevenpacks.MyfatherwastheAlphaandIwasgroomedtobethenext.Ididnotlikebeingawolf.Idespisedit.Butunlikemydaughter,Iwasinformedofouroriginataveryyoungage.IkneweverythingaboutitandIgrewupwithlikemindedpeople.IgrewupinHaven.Havenisawolf-populated&n
Teresa’sPOVI found money in the bag and the first thing that I looked for was for a place to stay. I also found a small convenience store where I parked the car that Clay gave me. I was not familiar with Manhattan but it was the city I was supposed to go. It was Clay’s wish that I end up here. I had to get some toiletries and food. I was starving.Igotmyself,atoothbrush,toothpaste,achangeofunderwearandsomeclothestochangeinto.Iwalkedsomemore,clutchingthesatchelsotightasitonlywasthesolereminderofClaytonforus.Isawasmallhotelandwalkedin.Thereceptionistwasasourmanthatdidnotknow&n
Cassandra’s POV Our father, Wuentin Wesley Black is an unfaithful Alpha. He had kept a string of women for his entertainment while his mate was not yet found. He found, Clayton’s mother later in life. He first met my mother who was not a wolf but of a witch decendancy. I was their love child. A cross breed of a lycan and a witch. I was one of the rare mutations. I am a Seer. Someone who is able to see through supernatural insight, sees what the future holds. My name is Cassandra Black. Few weeks ago,my half brother, Clayton paid me a visit. We correspond from time to time as what good siblings do. I was my father’s firtsborn , but I never had the wolf. I never wanted to be a wolf either. But my abilities became extremely useful for my father. It was only him and Clayton knew of what I can do. Being a seer is a rare ability and the wolves would kill t have someone like me on their team. He came here in the afternoon, just when I was about to enjoy the afternoon tea with my daughter
Many millions moons back, there was a wolf Shaman. A priestess. She was among the many that lived in the forests for the fear of being discovered by humans and risked the possibility of being burned alive in the plaza. Her name was White Wolf. White Wolf was the offspring of two regular wolves that decided to leave the civilization to live among their own kind. She was now thirteen. She was born and raised there and she had not realized that she had the ability to see or channel the future. She had the ability to heal, but healing was not considered so special, since many of the wolves possessed that ability too. Her parents had two other children and all of which, had healing abilities too. White Wolf did not feel any special. The prophecy happened when it was a time most auspicious to wolves. Before a full moon. Like normal wolves, they were all gathered in the community plaza. Unlike the human inhabited communities, where the plaza is magnifice
Maxine’sPOVIbolteduprightinbed.Iwassweatingfromheadtofoot.IcanfeelthatthesheetsarealsodrenchedinsweatandIdidnotlikeit.Ifeelextremelytired.Thedigitalalarmclockonmybedsidetablesaysthatit’sjustfourinthemorning.Ineededwater.MywaterbottleisemptyandIneedtogotothekitchentogetitrefilled.Isteppedoutofmybedandremovedthewetsheets.TherewasnochancethatIwouldlaydownon
Maxine’s POV I don’t know about the other kids in school in Haven, is it just me or life here is just so slow and snail paced? I have been sitting in class for what seemed to be an eternity but when I take a look at my wrist watch, it had only been forty minutes and the professor is about to take over in ten minutes. I stared at my notes and stared at my doodles. A habit I developed since in primary school. Whenever I am bored in class, doodling keeps me entertained. After all, what the prof is teaching us is something I know and my previous teacher had discussed them already. “Hm, you are good with doodling.” An equally bored male voice said from behind me. I had zero intention of checking who owned that voice because maybe he was not talking to me. What are the odds of other students in my close proximity doodling? “I said, you are good with doodling.” Well, maybe he was talking to me. Should I say thanks or maybe ignore him full time? B
“ That Shepard girl had no idea what she is.” Aron muttered as they stared at Max hammering on Kent. From their vantage point, everything was visible and they could see and feel her wolf aura. “Is it just me or do you feel it too?” “What?” Zayn did not remove his gaze at the unfolding scene. He did not want to miss anything. “Her wolf aura, even if it is locked because she does not know it exists, is so strong.” Wolves are special beings. Among themselves, they can sense the aura or the energy one has. The Alpha’s and Beta’s have a different aura. Auras have colors. Alpha’s and Beta’s give off bluish ones and to determine the strength, it varies on the vibrancy of the color, meaning the darker the hue, the stronger the aura. The regular wolves gives off a faint white aura. Maxine? Hers are freaking red. Zayn can see it. No wolf cannot deny the fact that hers was different from the rest of theirs. “Let’s go. You talk too muc
Betty’sPOV Thatwasclose. I did not even feel my own granddaughter was just nearby.Maybe she had some aura cloaking powers. Her abilities are quite peculiar and the funny thing there is, Max does not even know. Her change is slowly happening and I fear that she will freak out unless she was properly introduced to the wolfhood andthe Shepard pack. When my husband died, Teresa was about to succeed him. In fact, it should have been earlier had she not went to hiatus. Her hiatus included giving birth alone and raising a daughter all by herself. It was our decision not to be involved of her whereabouts. She would just make a random call and inform us that she was fine. A few hours after she left, the Blacks paid us a visit and with the desire to know where Teresa fled, used a seer to make sure that we had no idea. Clay was a genius