Aiden was sipping one of his wine collections, which he brought from his North Island mansion to his old castle in Queenstown. He has not been back here for so long. After a few years ago, he decided to move and start a new life, free from the shadow of the man who always outperformed him in business competition. It turned out that Aiden’s decision was right. His business could have thrived on the North Island, and now he’s back knowing that his competitor is dead. Usually when Aiden was sitting on the balcony enjoying wine and this cold and gray autumn atmosphere, no member of the pack would dare to disturb him. But this time, Aiden heard approaching footsteps, and when Aiden realized the smell that followed was a strange smell, Aiden immediately stopped shaking the wineglass in his hand. “How did you get in?” asked Aiden, without looking at who had appeared at his residence this late. “No big deal,” replied Caspian. “I thought you sold the house, neighbour.

For a moment, everything just sounded like a long shriek in Elora’s ears, until she realized it was the sound of fighting coming from outside the car. Elora held her head, which was throbbing violently. Apart from the pain in her head and some parts of her body, Elora is fine.Elora let out a loud moan, struggling to unbuckle her seatbelt, and from her blurry vision, she saw a fight outside. Aiden fights several werewolves. He looked overwhelmed and outnumbered. Elora was frozen, not knowing what to do. The first thing that crossed her mind was to call Caspian.Elora searched for her bag and found it had fallen under the dashboard, its contents scattered on the floor of the car. She frantically bucked, trying to find the whereabouts of her cell phone. The next thing Elora knew was her car door being pulled loose and her body being pulled out. Elora screamed and beat the hand that grabbed her hair.That person threw Elora into the middle of the battle that

“What I’m about to say may sound terrible to you, but I have to say it, El. So that you know what kind of situation you are in now.”Aiden came to Elora’s room a few hours after Elora was trying so hard to fall asleep. He had changed into a white shirt and gray cloth pants. His body was clean of blood and wounds, as if the deadly fight this morning had not happened.The sun was already high when Elora got up. The light shines on the branches that are dry from losing their leaves. Caspian is now sitting beside Elora after Elora said she allowed Caspian to come closer. Not as usual, this time Caspian seemed to refrain from touching Elora carelessly, and Elora appreciated his efforts.“All the werewolves in New Zealand, maybe even in other parts of the world, want you right now. They want to have offspring from you, to inherit the power of Hëna.” Aiden spoke every word so clearly until it felt like a dream.“Wha

“Do you realize what you just said?” Javier blinked.Elora nodded, and Javier watched her without moving an inch. “You think I’m stupid?” Javier hissed. “If you don’t want to say it, that’s fine. I’ll be mad, that’s for sure, but I can’t stay mad at you for long. So don’t say such nonsense.”Elora inhaled until her lungs felt tight. She had to transform for Javier to believe. Elora checked the situation around them once again. When she was sure everything was safe, she lowered one hand under the table. “Look,” she said to Javier.“What are you looking at?” Javier sounded annoyed.“My hand.” Elora gestured with her eyes for Javier to look under the table. Javier did it. Elora was still concentrating on transforming her hands. Failed. Why is it harder than it should be? Did yesterday’s incident make it difficult for her to transform?

Javier lay on the floor in front of the extinguished fireplace. Around him, there were three werewolves. All men. The person who caught Elora still wrapped his claws around Elora’s neck, his other hand holding Elora’s hands behind her back.“She really came alone,” said the werewolf who caught Elora. Everyone there chuckled.“Take him to the bedroom, Brat,” one of them said.Brat, the man who caught Elora, took Elora to the room and threw her on the bed. Elora tried to struggle, but Brat quickly tied her hands and feet to the bed with the ropes that had been prepared. Now Elora was lying on her back with her hands and feet tied. She couldn’t move, and Brat covered her mouth with a bandage. Elora could only stare in horror and let out a howl caught in her throat.“I have an idea,” said someone who entered the room not long after Elora was tied up.“You always have ideas, Ward,” said B