"Why? Do you hate him so much?" She pleaded, Anna's forehead furrowed. The sun peaks on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It was the brilliant flower of the sky that warmed this frigid land. It was the invitation to a new day that was so typical. However, Anna's eyes embraced the sunrise; that iris of fire was so exquisite, it was a mascara of pristine light. "Oh, such a sweetheart. Do you think I hate him just because my father chose him to be the last Golden Alpha? You are mistaken, little one. " The man retorted as his mouth set in a hard line. "...No, Anna. He took everything from me." The man's eyes burned with resentment. He strode after hearing her brief answer. His eyes slowly opened and he looked at her. Anna's light green pupils were turning opaque green, and she couldn't help but feel a slight shiver run through her skin as she saw his eyes turn bright, deadly red. His eyes flickered with regret and pain, but it was gone in a second. H

In her dream, Anna saw a rusty medallion, an ancient-looking medallion covered in dirt, the engravings worn, and the Moon Goddess' head so stained from time. She held it in her left hand, staring at the mud that was dirtying her skin. Flipping it over and over. So close to her face that the medallion had the aroma of musty blood and rustiness. She turned to her right palm and found a new cloverleaf, fresh and beautiful. And as far as Anna could remember, according to Irish tradition, those who found a four-leaf growth were destined for good luck, as each petal in the clover symbolises good omens for faith, hope, love, and luck for the finder. In the clover, a perfect sphere of clique dew crowned the leaf, reflecting a picture of Anna's face, grated and peaceful, yet the sadness was recognizable. When she flipped back the medallion, the form of the mysterious golden werewolf had freed itself and journeyed over to the cloverleaf, stirring the growth of powerful roots and even blurring

The blasts of wind were frigid and dreadful. In a rage against the winter blasts, the empty skies were silent and an abundance of snow that had been blown towards the little mountain was a pile-up. Somehow the memory of the man stabbing Anna's heart puzzled her as every time it crossed into her deepest thought, she could feel the pain as it was so real that somehow she guessed it happened and not just here in the Moonland. Yet, it goes in and out of her thoughts as the wind blows, chilling her face. Who was the man again? How could she not remember him?A moment passed as she strolled. She felt something familiar within her, something tingling. It was sinister but welcoming. Bizarre indeed. Then she comes to a sudden stop, as a familiar scent lingers in the air; a scent she was all too familiar with, like a fresh flower with a tang of the ocean. Anna tilted her nose in the air, closing her eyes, allowing it to lead her where the whiff was going stronger. When it was the strongest, she

So they venture up to the mountain, their silhouettes covering the smooth horizontal peak in the distance; their backs of hills flutter across the valley clumped with icy pine. Both marvel at its beauty as they keep on walking up, fearing what lies ahead. A thirst for adventure and charm awakened in her heart and flowed out into the tips of her toes, compelling Anna to want to run straight into the embrace of the proud mountains. The air was chilling, but they went on and on while the skies darkened. The acoustic landscape was at once familiar to her. However, they continued moving up. She was tired as hell, weary with the burden of long-closed eyes, yet she could have easily pulled off being a walking zombie, dead on the inside but subconsciously awake. Nevertheless, when they reached the peak, both were speechless, as they stood atop the rocky surface and lifted their arms in accomplishment. Clouds swirled around Anna in an icy greeting, and snow coated the mountaintop. Even with t

  Together that very same night, they met up in Harry's Mansion, and they agreed to sleep together to test their theories.  However, Anna had been worrying about her job and yet was persuaded not to worry about it as Mr. Camilton called her boss, Mr. Faiz, about her absence and the latter agreed without further questions. ************* At White Mountain As the trio traveled to the Moonland, their vision whirled in a blur.Together, they came to a halt in the wintry highland. The sunset behind the deer was spectacular. The oran