110 A physical flash and burn shocked Zander to the core with its all-encompassing depth and strength and power as he hissed in exasperation at the view across from him.  They were in the theatre where the Mad Magician's magic show was flaring in full swing. All the werewolves including himself were astonished observing the crowd that had gathered to see his show. Oh no, it was not because he was showing anything extraordinary as for now, but because of the slogan he had used in the advertisement regarding shape-shifting demonstration which was going to happen toward the end of the show, as a show stopping magic demonstration.  In that instant, every other thought and emotion had ceased to exist except for a cascade of urgent directives to kill that bastard of a man he watched standing in the middle of the stage, showing some magic trick of fire through a woman.  "That's Phoebe Augusti

112She was threatened to not cry as it would ruin her make-up. Reyne couldn't keep up with their threats though. With the grief of her father's death weighing down on her chest, she sat in the cage wearing nothing but a flimsy tight one piece suit that covered her from knuckle to neck.  She was told they would come to take her out on the stage. She was supposed to end the show, using her shape-shifting technique as the show stopping demonstration. Earlier she tried to refuse and what they did was whip her in the back. They scared her to do even worse that she easily gave up.  Worse was that they put her in a cage. A real freaking cage as though she was an animal. She was not an animal. Damn it. She was an extraordinary creation. That's all. Who was going to explain it to the humans notwithstanding.  Now Reyne could apprehend the meaning of her father's words, that he used to say all this while. Thi

114 “Zane!” his father shrieked, perceiving him wail in discomfort. A big chunk of glass stayed stabbed in his stomach. Blood slipped at his temple given that his head hit against a sharp rock, making the world around him spin. He did not get a second to steady himself as the ifrit galloped near him. He lifted Zander by his neck, his hold tightening around it. The wisp sound of his slow squeezing at zander’s neck had his father roar manically while he plunged at the demon, turning into his wolf. His canines pierced through the shoulder of the arm that was clasping Zander in his hold, and caused him to loosen his grip. Zander plummeted at the ifrit’s feet coughing and gasping for air. “He was dead, wasn’t he?” there was a faint tremor in alpha Hercules’ tone. Nobody had any answer except for shocking gasps and he

116A storm of grief, they never anticipated, knocked their senses down.  Anyone and everyone, who walked inside the ward Zander's corpse was placed in, returned with an expressionless face. He was just too young to die. Nobody believed their eyes when they walked in, but when they returned, they realized it was indeed true.  His parents and friends stayed lined up by the side of the wall adjacent to his ward's door, weeping. His father had awoken with a smile, hoping to see the others safe within the boundaries of their pack- back in their sweet home. But the news he was dawned with, trembled his very core, muting him for several times before his wife broke into his ward.  They held each other in a forlorn embrace and shared their pain. Their first child, their son... Was gone.  The doctors warned him not to leave the bed yet Mr. Brown overstepped thei

(Last chapter)   Five days later,   In the lounge of the hospital beside the reception desk, Valen stood with her phone in one of her hands and a package in the other. She stomped her foot impatiently as she glanced at a recently received message, seething in vexation.   'Stuck in the traffic!'    "Oh, moon goddess! Why do you have to mate me with such a dumb f*ck bastard." She cried— like she was a wolf, with a baby face and pout she was adored for.   Then another message appeared on her screen that turned her facial expressions even sour and bitter.    'A bloody red lory has blocked my way. It's not moving further, not letting me do so.'   "Oh Jesus, I will kill you, Ryley Shine." Valen shrieked, this time like a human, earning amusing looks from the passers-by and the watchman who was sitting across a huge television, keeping