39. The message The hair on the back of Alpha's neck stood to attention as an arc of lightning shot down his spine. He stiffened at the same time shocked gasps and a cacophony of low murmurs erupted like a wildfire in the atmosphere covered in green.    Red Witches were females born as the descendants of fire. Their red curly hair denoted the flames of scorching dancing flames. Their scarlet eyes could see the future once they saw your face even in a crowd. Long and ruby red nails on their hands could kill someone worse than the pang of a pointed blade. They were dangerous as they devoted the lord of light. A lord that was as powerful as the moon goddess.    Red Witches and Wolves had a history of combat, wars for power and recognition, blood bath and revenge. Though a peace agreement was signed centuries ago between the progenitors of the two clans, the descendants never forgot the past. Their encounters always witnessed d

41. Clash of the wolves  "You're wrong," asserted Alan as he took a slow march towards them.   His presence was not appreciated, it can be seen in Lisa's eyes. Rather a feeling of dread filled her chest when Alan stood before Jeremy. He took the wooden shaft from Jeremy's hand and trailed its length with his long fingers and thumb.    "One of the first rules of sword fighting is that you never strike your blade until you sense yourself in danger." Remarked Alan, he was kind of hurt since Lisa, his mate, didn't think it important to tell him before stepping out of the cave.    She had never been so annoying until yesterday.    'There are so many things that have not happened before, her discomfort on seeing you included.' Alois scoffed in his mind.    Alan didn't have an opportunity to think about it because Jeremy had answered his words, "The ones

43. Did he really say that she was a moonborn? "What?" with trembling limbs and a heart that nearly stopped beating for about a second, Alan stared at his face as his own became a mess of surprise and sweat.   "That's a lie!" He took some steps back, totally taken aback at the revelation.    Moonborn. Did he really say that she was a moonborn? Like really, a moonborn, a descendant of the moon goddess. One belonging to her family! Is she really one of those? A blessed wolf with a reward of choosing her mate on her own! A moonborn with extraordinary powers and abilities! Nope, it was too mind numbing to be true.    'No ways, Alan! I have sensed her wolf. She needs to talk and come out. And for that you need to provide her with the leguminous-bane that will break loose her wolf and end her prohibition. It's time that you give it to her now, Alan. Do it, Alan. Give it to her and see it yourself.' Alois cord

45. He was an alpha... not a rogue. "G-gazelle?" Dumbstruck by the voice speaking in her head, Lisa flickered her eyelids vigorously to meet a new era of atmosphere.   Her sight seemed to have become pellucid. She can see an intelligible image of the surroundings that was ten times better than her normal vision. It was as if she was given a power to see things differently, this was only something she had loved earlier, notwithstanding. Because she was getting to see the world with her wolf's eyes.   "Yes, Lisa, this is me, your wolf. Oh, I can't express how joyous I feel while talking to you! I thought I would never be freed again." Gazelle cheerfully said, swirling merrily in Lisa's mind as she shockingly stared at everything around her.   With the advanced clear sight, she was able to observe the intricate pattern of leaves, and how it's green veins distributed in a channel. Her heightened hearings can listen t

  47. A shocking realization "Aahh! Alph-aah!" Jenny hissed as her skin burnt under the scorching heat his kisses transferred in her body.    She was sandwiched between him and the platform built around the bath tub. Her head mercilessly arched as he bit her throat. He nibbled her collar bone leaving traces of redness that were far too gruesome than hickeys.    Jenny was slender, she was soft with glossy hair that tumbled past her shoulders in waves of silk. But now they were all over the place and stuck at her neck and face.  Her complexion was almost porcelain; which at the moment had become red as she blushed and it was there for him to see. Her features were delicate; she had an ethereal beauty that was refined. Jenny was of medium height, and she was so slender that her body was graceful and dainty and was fully concealed behind his broad shoulders and muscled frame.