Continuing Brendon's POV:We followed Mateo through the woods until he came across the scent markers for Everfur's territory. Once he crossed the borders he met with a few of their wolves guarding nearby. They escorted him to the pack's town hall. This is where Everfur's pack held meetings. Their pack territory- to my knowledge wasn't centered through a pack house but a town hall. The pack house was non-existent to them. Instead, they worked more as a town. And, their alpha like a mayor. Alpha Rivera was a kind woman when I did get the chance to meet her. She's lucky to have my sister as her luna.It seemed like most of Everfur's pack members were already arrived at the pack's town hall. They were already gathering for a meeting. Mateo shifted into his human form in an alley and changed with the ones he was being escorted by. They had extra clothes hidden in a trash bin. There wasn't any trash of course inside the bin."That's again," he said to accompanying wol

Vivienne's POV: "Do not worry... princess." Aaragorn looked from me to his pack mates and nodded in their way. "My pack has orders to follow behind yours. If they do not succeed in stopping your pack..." He reached out and smeared away a tear running down my cheek. "We'll hurry and try to convince them to st-" "We can't stop them! They're too far gone, Aaragorn. Don't you see? They're acting on their own. They're going to do it and I need your pack to just fight amongst mine." He wrinkled up his nose. The nice expression he had now fading. "WE are cowards," I muttered. "I don't think either of us should be leaders." Aaragorn smacked me against my face. The impact leaving a sting on my skin. I whimpered from surprise. My fingers touching my sore cheek. It was already beginning to swell. "I am not a coward." He was begining to growl. "I'm a fucking alpha. My pack is going to save yours in this bloody fucking mess... and when we do. You'll BE my luna. Because of how much you'll be in

Vivienne's POV: "What happened?" The words flung out of my lips as I couldn't think of what else to ask. "What happened to my pack when they got here?" I balled my first. I was angry. There was no sense in her killing them. "I know you didn't kill all of them." She clearly took the survivors away someplace. The woman I once thought that I could never compare to and still agree with... sat down in front of the window in a red velvet chair. She crossed her arms and pushed her black cloack over her knees and smoothed the cloth. Her posture was well defined where she sat. Lamia's stileto signature heels pointed like fangs into the hardwood floors and created a puncture. I held a gaze with her but my eyes couldn't help spot the bloodstair hiding in the crook of her red lipstick smirk. "This reminds me of the first time I saw you," she said as she looked to the floor. "but, you're not waking up from being overdosed. You're here under new circumstances. You can at least say hello. Are we no