The stench on Aria's nostril was replaced by a sharp and thick smell. It permeated the air in the whole new chamber they had reached.  The iron-like smell became stronger as they left the secret tunnel. Aria glanced at Leo, who was crunching his nose after the smell hit him. “It’s a lot of blood,” Aria said.  They walked further inside that room and had found out why the smell of blood was so strong in that room. Aria gasped after pulling out the huge curtain. Hundreds of bodies, being drained of their blood, were on the other side of that room.  Some of them were still conscious that they raised their hand as high as they could, asking for Aria to help them while most of the people there were unconscious, pale, and probably, dead.  “Help us,” the girl said in a weak voice. It was almost inaudible. There were tubes all

Aria grunted in frustration after trying too many times to remove the ropes binding her hand on the two opposite poles. Her wrists were already red, and she could feel every fiber of the rope pricking her skin as she tried once more. Each and every one of her packs was inside the castle, celebrating with the enemy while mosquitos were biting every exposed part of her body. Her wounds did not help her in getting out. Aria tried once more with all her strength, and a muffled scream escaped her lips. She freed herself from the ropes binding her, but not without wounding her own wrist. She ignored the wounds and just ran as fast as she could, hurting herself once more in the shoulder. She knew something was in the drink they forcefully gave her. It seemed like it took all her strength. She ran towards the woods of Crescent Hills and glanced at the moon. 

Matt woke up from a nightmare and immediately looked at his bedside table. Beads of sweat trickled all over his forehead. He got up and walked out of the balcony to breathe fresh air.  He did not realize it was already a full moon until he saw the majestic Luna shining from above. If it weren’t for Aria, if it were not for the prophecy, they would still be in pain of transitioning as a wolf tonight.  He wondered what they were doing in Crescent Hills.  Matt went down to grab some beer, and he almost jumped on Cassie when he saw her lurking in the dark garden. “What are you doing there?” he asked.  Matt opened the glass sliding door and let her in. “What happened?” he asked. He inspected her, but she seemed fine, except for her expression.  “I always have a dreamless sleep,”

Althea came back to the castle of Crescent Hills, raging about losing Aria and her pack’s only hope to be free from the moon curse, which would consequently make them respect and worship her.  But she was not the only furious one. Amara’s anger made one of the towers of the castle explode and burn. The dark clouds hid the moon, and thunder bolted on every part of Crescent Hills.  The kids in each house surrounding the castle trembled in fear and loneliness as their parents were affected by the spell that compelled every Crescent to turn their back against the alpha.  Leo's eyes were still

It was already seventy years ago since Aria had buried three of the people dear to her heart. It was seventy years ago since the curse of being a hybrid manifested in her life. She buried more people after that, watched them take their last breath as she held them helplessly.  For the rest of the Crescent pack, they all met their end and found peace on the other side of the realm. Since she had only shared her abilities with them - taking control of when to shift, vampire-like speed, and heightened senses, not her actual hybrid status, they still stayed mortal. She watched in the background as their skin sagged and white hair filled their head. She wept and mourned and let the earth swallow them - naturally, just like her best friend, Elizabeth France - Wilson. She knew this day would come, but it still hurt like hell. Aria had prepared herself. She and