*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- I looked around while wearing a puzzled face, the same as Blair when we arrived in a place that was so familiar to me. My room. Yet, it looks like someone else's now.  "Who the fudge would be settling in here without your permission, babe? And where the heck on earth are your things?" My bewildered mate cursed as she noticed the things that I had. None of these are mine. What happened here? "I don't know, Blair. I don't know. But that was a long time since we were gone." I replied as I traced my fingers on the study table where there was something that seemed to be a flat-screen, and it's attached to a keyboard. Is this what a computer looks like now? It's light, thin, and fancy. 

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- I was about to get out of bed after I felt something familiar downstairs, and I quickly grabbed the sheets to cover my nakedness when someone suddenly appeared near the bed where my mate and I are on as we are just wearing our birthday suit. And I yelled in surprise, "Cassie, what the shit?" "Oh, damn! Sorry!" She cursed and hastily turned her back on us, and I heard Blair giggled. "Hi, Prycie! Now we're even, Blairie!" My best friend cheered as she walked a distance, and my mate just laughed and replied, "Yeah, right! So expect that I would be the one to run into you next." What the heck are they talking all about?  "No! You shouldn't dare." The witch coun

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Show us your beast form, Pryce." Oriana Hildebrand, the head of the Worldwide Werewolf Council, aka my grandmother, ordered while I stood in the center of the room, circled by a huge screen with people in them. Six mighty leaders of each Continental Werewolf Council, who were currently in the other parts of the world, and here with me are the queen, General Rayver- aka Ali's right-hand, and my grandmother. And honestly, all I feel is pressure. For the last ten minutes of me being in this room, it seemed like the spotlight had been on me always. I mean, I am used to being the one that leads, commands, and manages my employees at the academy, but this one is hugely different. It's pretty monstery, and damn, I am clueless as heck being one of them, a werewolf. And now, they are asking me to transform i

*Pryce Winsley's POV*---The feeling of sadness came rushing over me when Blair and I had arrived in a place where there are lots of houses that kinda looked like each other. It's a housing subdivision, and I wonder why it made my mate feel so gloomy.I walked nearer to her and rested my right hand on her left shoulder and asked her, "What's the matter, love?" A small and sad smile formed on her face and she looked at me as she replied, "It's nothing major, but it makes me sad. This was supposed to be a farm- some wide wheat and vegetable farm, and livestock."This place must have been so important to her."That spot right there near that big tree at their park now was where the house a

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Hold on to me, Sweetheart," Blair ordered, kneeling on one knee while trying to feel the ground with both her hands. I did what I was told and placed my right hand on her left shoulder, and she closed her eyes. I know she is trying to get us away from the werewolves that are about to come close to our location. We can't get into more trouble, and we don't know if this large number of supernatural beings are friendly. When I opened my eyes, I saw the sight of darkness, but using my vampire form, I could see clearly. Then suddenly, there was light coming from my mate's hand that then went floating around while regenerating smaller ones. It's not the flame that she usually uses. It's something bright— something like what Cassie made back at the cemetery.