DANTEKira was a determined student.Sure she may not be as sturdy as my guards, but she was trying her best and is in fact a quick learner. We had been here for three hours and I had taught her attack mechanisms and the various ways to hold weapon properly. I also taught her the strengths and weaknesses of the various clans. My methods were rigorous and tasking but it was worth it.“Again,” I instructed. Kira was panting; beads of sweat were dripping down her face in heaps. Her clothing was soaked with even more sweat but she wasn’t complaining. She gripped the branch in her hand lightly, just like I had taught her and held the weapon mid-air. Next, she rushed towards me with fire in her eyes, ready for an attack. I blocked her first strike, aiming for my chest and she tried again. I tried to grab the branch away from her by incapacitating her hands but she stomped my foot with her sneakers.“Dirty trick,” I said with a smir

KIRAI had hurt Prince Dante and I had no recollection of what had transpired between us. I saw the marks, the bruises on his pale skin. We were the only ones in the training field so there was no way anyone else could have done it, but me. But why? And How? Like I had related to Prince Dante, the  last thing I remembered was him charging towards me. Then something or someone took control over my body and everything went blank. It felt like I wasn’t on earth anymore, if that made any sense. When I eventually did come to my senses, I realized that I might as well have signed my own death sentence. He told me that those were my powers manifesting. I almost laughed at how ludicrous that sounded. I looked at my hands, the lines both straight and crooked. There was no way I had those powers he claimed.Me? Strong enough to cause serious damage to a vampire? That was laughable.But as unbelievable as it

“Alright, what’s the plan?”Ellemea and I turned to Simeon who was looking at us expectantly. “Well, we need to get to the barrier?” Ellemea offered. “True,” I concurred. “But the real plan is to see how this war can be avoided.” My gaze fell to the basket on Ellemea’s lap. “What’s the basket for?”I could smell the contents and it was definitely meat. “A peace offering. There’s an old saying among the witches that if you’re going to meet your enemy, you extend the olive branch. Wolves love meat so what better way to show them that we want peace than by giving them that which they love?” “It’s animal meat?” Simeon asked. “Deer,” she confirmed. “I bred it myself.” That explained it because there are not a lot of wild animals in North America.

DANTE Ross and the rest of the hunters led us to a house, similar to the ones we had seen before, in the middle of nowhere. It was the only one amongst long trees and grasses. We were told to wait and we’d be attended to soon. They offered us coffee, biscuits, human food. My brother and I, along with my guards declined respectively, but Ellemea had worked up quite the appetite and ate for all of us. We were being watched. I could sense that there was a presence more than just us in the house. Ross and the other hunters had left us claiming that their work had ended. I glanced at the wooden staircase, decorated with a Persian rug, but I saw nothing, or at least no one. Maybe I was being paranoid. “Have you thought about what you want to say to Orville? Simeon asked, his hands leaning on the granite kitchen table counter-top. Ellemea paused what she was eating and looked at me with expectation. I shrugged. “Not really.” I wasn’t going to wing the meeting by any

DANTE“Well,” I started. I hated being in the middle of arguments. “Your sister does have a point, Aila. There’s a bounty on your head and fleeing would be the best choice. Plus, how are you going to take down Orville alone? You may be a witch and you are no doubt as powerful as your sister, however toppling an Alpha, with his Hunters, is no small task.”Simeon picked up where I left off. “You don’t have an army. You’re a one woman show. That’s a double homicide.”“Thank you.” Ellemea said.“However, I admire your sense of duty and loyalty to your people. You truly are a Luna,” I praised.“Thank you, Dante.”“It still doesn’t mean she should let herself get killed. I would definitely not stand for it.” Ellemea, adamant as ever. I would react the same way if I knew one of my own was attempting a suicide mission. What Aila is tryin