I inform 'The Sqaud' as Arlo puts it. To meet me at the lycans house. Apparently, it's known as a pack house, I was annoyingly corrected. Who knew a Lycan king would slum it, and live as an ordinary pack wolf. I suppose he is an ordinary wolf now. Kind of, he is a Lycanthrope. All kings in the werewolf world are Lycanthropes. Stronger, larger and more humanoid beasts. That stand tall on two legs. They were the first of their kind. Originally known as Wulvers. I guess, that name didn't sound intimidating enough. Over time, non royal wulver genetic make up changed. Birthing the werewolfs we know today. Sleeker and more agile wolves. The Wulver/Lycan dynasty is the oldest on earth. They have kept their original forms.Janice is here, but there's no sign of the twins. I'm getting impatient. I've gathered all the wolves in to a large hall to address the plan. I've waited long enough. I look out to the crowd. "You sense my aura, you sense my power

Under nightfall we embarked on our way to the vampire realm. The plan is to meet the witch queen and her army at The Crossroads. "I'm on my way, from misery to happiness today" Arlo starts singing and the wolves chime in "Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, ah ha" Arlo's in his element as the wolves seem to love a sing song. Great! "Why strike at night? The vamps will be at their strongest and we can't flush them out into the sun. Which would be an advantage" A high ranking wolf asks. "A couple of reasons. The first being, we don't know the affect the sun will have on us. I for one am not willing to sacrifice myself to test. Secondly, The serpentine forces have attacked during the day with the consumption of the queen's blood." The wolf accepts my reasoning with a smile and falls back in line. We approach The Crossroads. All eyes on the path to the witch realm. Waiting. "They should be here by now" Janice states. Restlessness breaks out among the wolves and they start in-fi

*WARNING DESCRIPTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT TOWARDS THE END OF THE CHAPTER*The next day preparations are underway. The pack house is surrounded by woodlands. Groups of wolves are split in teams and scouting the area. Some are laying bear traps and hidden pits. I'm in the office stratagising with Dante and Will. The map of the land around us on the table. "Will can you get an update from the wolves. I'm still not sure how to use the mental link. It doesn't work like the sire link vampires have." He closes his eyes. We stand there silent, waiting. He growls and throws everything off of the top of the table. "They say the don't answer to me" Jesus these wolves and hierarchy. "Tell them you are my second in command and I order them to answer to you" A smile appears on his face. Dante folds his arms and glares at me . "Dante don't be like that. Right now I just need the wolves in line. He isn't actually my second" Dante smirks and Will frowns. "Updat

Will retracts his new fangs rather quickly. I'm shocked. I remember my first feed after the change, I couldn't stop. I stare up into his eyes. They are switching between blue and grey in a hypnotising swirl. His hand touches my face. His fingers gently sliding down my cheek to my jaw. He is looking at me with an undeciferable emotion. His hand slides to the back of my neck. His face lowers to mine. His breath almost panting. His lips gently graze mine.I capture his lips, enjoying the gentleness. The kiss deepening as his tongue enters my mouth. Sliding against mine. The kiss becomes strong. He nips and licks my lips. I feel myself moisten with the motion. His hand grips my hair, lifting me up. I push him back against the wall as our bodies create the most intoxicating heat between us. Tingling at the feeling of his bare chest under my hands. He fights back , Switching our position. I'm trapped between his gorgeous body and the flat cold surface of the wall. 

When the light clears, Janice and I stand before the witch queen. Sitting on her throne. Her expression bored. "I was wondering when you'd appear" she addresses us. Feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I leap behind me and in one swoop, slice the throats of the silently chanting witches behind us. The witch queen rises, anger flashes across her face. She waves her hand to us and a ball of energy knocks Janice to the floor. I remain standing but I will admit, it really hurt. As my skin heals before her, she let's out a frustrated scream. "Tell me your grace, why switch sides? What offer could the serpentine make that would render you a fool?" I ask stepping forward. Janice has managed to pull her self up. Electricity flowing on her fingers. "I suggest you cuff your witch before I have her executed" The witch queen says amused. She sits back down and crosses her legs. "The serpentine did not make me an offer. However, another made me see s