*Lily actually came through for me and handed me some of her dresses to pick from. After sizing up a few, I decided to settle for a black lacy gown that flowed just below my knees and matches with my ankle boots perfectly.Carlos was with us the whole time that I couldn't afford to get Lilly to talk to me about my parent or anything else that would put her in an uncomfortable position with Carlos or anyone else.Turns out Lily is Carlos' mate.These two have been mated for a while now. Since our high school and that was the reason he left me in the first place. He found out his best friend was his bonded mate and not his girlfriend.The irony is cheek cracking I know but the moon goddess is impeccable in her decision making when it comes to picking a mate for her favored.Now that I think back to how it all happened, everything was right there. The early bonding and all round butt sniffing.Anyways, i'm happy Lily wasn't just a

*Carlo's wolf continued to stalk towards me with paws light and careful against the bare floor like a predator after its prey.I took a step backward, my right hand going forward to stop him if he even think about coming any closer."Stay away from me" I growled at his wolf and it came to a stop a few distance from me with a low growl of his own before it shifted back into his human form with his hands held up in surrender."Calm down Ava. I can explain, just listen to me alright? I know you are upset right now but I can totally explain. Just give me a chance"I scoffed at him, "you had enough chance to explain things to me all these damn time but what did you do? You choose to lie instead. You must think me to be a fool didn't you?, brought me all the way here just to find out the same freaking truth you would have told me back in  my room the night we left. I mean, how long were you planing to keep lying to me huh? How long? Maybe for ever

 *Ava's POVMy mouth was practically hanging low at the disturbing sight before me. Carlos had led us back to the pack house and then right into the clinic and in here, people were wailing in pain. Mostly younger men with bandage arms and legs, while doctors and nurses try to keep them from falling off their beds due to how much they were struggling.What exactly is going on here. I tried to question but no word made it pass my lips. I was dumbfounded.This place looks like an aftermath of fighting in the war front. Only difference is, there is no sound of a gun going off nearby, just grunt and low growl that is far worst than a disheartening scream from a distance.I took a step towards the nearest bed by my right and paused then looked over at my shoulder and back at Carlos. His expression mirroring mine but it wasn't because he was surprised at the sight before him like I was. I bet he has been here a thousand times already.

 *We walked a couple distance and arrived at a small cottage at the outskirt of the pack house. It was simple yet beautiful with flowers and shrubs decorating the narrow entrance. It architectural design was carefully planned out in a shape of a bird nest which made it looked a lot like something out of a fairytale movie.Barely looking at it and how it stood out from all other buildings, one could tell, it was something special and symbolic to whoever it was built for. The serenity around here spoke so much volume that I could feel spout of tingles coming up from under my skin.I paused for a moment,and allowing myself the privilege to really enjoy the work of art before me. it was truly beautiful and welcoming."Don't you want to see what the inside look like?" Luna Eveline had called back at me from the front porch, and pulling me out of my train of thoughtI shot her a small smile and a curt nod,"Sure. Of course, I 'd love to"

 Ava's POV*I stepped into the training Arena feeling all hyped and at the same time nervous and shit. At least, a thousand men and women were watching from their seat. Today happens to be the annual fighting contest held among the pack members for those intending to join the warrior wolves. They are given a chance to prove themselves against an opponent in a fair fight.It was more like a ritual where one physical strength and perseverance is tasted before he or she is tagged with the warrior stamp. I wasn't left out of the competition either.My opponent is a young girl about my age even though she look a lot older and far more stronger with ripped muscles than I could ever come to have. From the look in her eyes, it was obvious she has been waiting for this very moment her whole life and just can't wait to get me out of her way.I have watched her spar with most of the male warriors even before now while stealing short glance