Deluna Hansen. "What happened?" I inquire as we vacate the house to have some space outside. "Trouble, alpha, there's this food poisoning with wolfsbane potions going around the pack. It was manageable at first but now getting worse. I found out last night that everything eatable and drinkable, including your favorite drink has been injected. Your members are weak and they're almost dying but the big news is there's no suspicious member in the pack that I can think of. But I should be thinking Caleb is responsible. "Caleb! That is it, I bet I'd really challenge him into a raging fight the other night and he has to come up with the best plan. I disrespected him by calling him his name directly that night, accepted. He hasn't only retaliated but just tore my flesh and now, the anger is coursing through me than ever. And that likeness for splashing the enemy's blood is back.  And with my eyes already glowing, fangs and claws already out, I

Deluna Hansen.  "Luna!" Damien shouts, running after me but I don't look back or stop running. He soon looses track of me and for a reason, I don't stop running. My canis rufus self stops before a wood. I glance at each sides as if watching out for something or a danger and when I don't see anything in sight, I growl and dash into the dark woods. For a reason, I'm maddened, for a reason that's still very unknown to me. My journey of tearing into the bush turns to be ceaseless and every minutes of bucking seems like an hour. But to my surprise, I don't turn tired and I won't stop for a reason. I probably have to see something. But my reddish gray self stops when it sights the lighting in the woods. It slows down and slowly creeps nearer. The sight is beautiful and adorable. The place is surrounded by beautiful ornaments and there are Christmas trees hanging around the place. A ceremony in the woods? Christmas night? Celebrated in the woods? Undoubtedly the m

Deluna Hansen.  "Luna, what's Belvedere's best color?" Evra, Belvedere's twin sister directs me the thirteenth question, the eleventh hard question and probably the eight one I would fail. I bite my bottom lip and lean my moist self back into Belvedere's embrace for a clue, determined not to loose for the ninth time. "No telling. No cheating." She cautions, glaring at my new suspicious position. He laughs but turns out to be too cutely loving as he whispers me a reply, one that turns to be a surprising one. "Talk already, Luna or I'll count and pour." She threatens. I laugh and give a laconic reply, " Lavender." I say, causing her to frown as she picks up a wine glass filled with the Italian Barbera. I watch her gulp its content down her throat and drop it on the dining table. "Your turn," she says. "The relationship between witches and werewolves?" My question seems to make

Deluna Hansen.  His kiss is slow, passionate but demanding. And it feels his lips only taste better with every kiss. If I must say, he's freaking perfect. I find myself kissing him back with my hands tugging at his hair and wrapped around his neck, bringing him even more closer into the kiss. With seconds passing by and tongues fighting for victory defiantly and bodies tangling and wriggling with each other, the kiss soon turns into a desperate one where my wolf seizes the opportunity to have its desire with its mate again.  "Oh, wait... You're fucking her in the living room, are you?" I'm more than surprised by that voice. Fucking Ginevra! Belvedere, to my disappointment, stops bussing and pulls away immediately. We turn to see a drunk looking Evra gawping at us with her dark eyes widely opened. But just as she opens her mouth to talk gibberish again, she barfs, making a mess in the living room before conking. 

Deluna Hansen.   "Belvedere is a nice big brother and a great lover but he really didn't have much luck in his love life. His highschool girlfriend and first love ended up getting pregnant for his bestfriend behind him so you shouldn't blame him much if he turns out to be an over jealous and possessive partner. He stopped getting involved with girls until he introduced Antoine as his fiancee but I haven't really seen him being so patient and romantic with a girl as with you. He might be a big time businessman with less free time, tho. He took over dad's and mum's company when he turned eighteen and he's been committed to working than settling down." She stops talking to have water. Actually, these two dirty ladies chose to have breakfast first rather than bathing or brushing like the routine should be. And Ginevra thought it'd be nice to rat out a little of Belvedere's life details to me. She actually started with great gags that had me literarily laughing my as