~Damien’s Point of View~ We’d had our most trusted guards and investigators raid not only Sally’s hotel room but her house and her boyfriend’s house. The sheer volume of her ‘excellent record keeping’ would have us buried in paperwork for months. When we realized what we were up against, we put together a team of five people to work on nothing but her records. I wanted to know every child that came and went from her house and what happened to them. There were just so many, I’d never had a clue as to how many orphans there truly were in all the kingdoms. And I’d certainly never given much thought as to what happened to them. What kind of lives they led. This wasn’t some pet project, this was my mission. We couldn’t let this continue. Child slavery right under our noses &helli

~Jade’s Point of View~   When I heard the howl, my Andrew’s howl … my heart nearly exploded. I hadn’t heard it in so long, far too long. I knew it couldn’t be so, there was absolutely no chance it was him. But there was only one other who could know his signature howl.    Someone that I should have tried to find, but my shame and my pride wouldn’t let me. I owed it to him, but I simply couldn’t. I was wanted, stalked for my pelt. He would have been as well.   I didn’t want to trust it, I had my pups to protect. I wouldn’t leave them. But if what Alma said is true, if my Willow has shifted and is now under the protection of the palace albeit with some bogus old lady’s name… I don’t have any clue what to expect from what lies in the darkness. What to believe. 

~Willow's Point of View~   Five days had passed since my family came to the palace. Mom and I didnt talk about the wedding again, and I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t bring it up. She’d just come into my life, things were incredible. I didn’t want any confrontation. But it was important, too important I felt.    Not to mention the Queen had already released a statement that there was in fact a wedding happening in three weeks. It was the big elephant in the room and it was starting to suffocate me.    Dawson had also thrown himself into his work. All three of us slept together at night but there was nothing more than kissing. Our relationship was quite obviously strained, we all desperately knew it. Did mom tell Dawson he wasn’t allowed to marry me? I just didn’t know.

~Draven’s Point of View~   Nothing pissed me off more than thinking our palace was not safe. Having a mate has changed me in ways I could have never imagined. Caring for someone else more than yourself, feeling like the world revolves around her, what she thinks. Her happiness. I always want to put a smile on her face, be the reason for it.    Keeping her safe within these walls should not have to be a concern but now it is. Not to mention the fact that Jeanette, Victoria and Willow were likely all going to be pregnant together. They were sisters, you could see it on their faces. It was such a beautiful thing and I couldn’t wait for it.   I stood, along with two hundred others, practically holding my breath as Mallory was laid on the executioner’s table. Father even gav

~Dawson’s Point of View~   It was now the day before my wedding and there had been more murders since we found the male’s shirt. One framed my mom and one framed my dad. It was beyond ridiculous at this point. People were sleeping with bells on their door knobs so they would hear anyone trying to come in the night.   Mother of course had done all she could to control the press but word was getting out. “Murders In The Palace, No One Can Stop It.” "The King Powerless In His Own Home."   We looked like complete fools. Father was beside himself, always more concerned about our public image than he let on.    Little did they know or report that each person who’d been murdered we were able to either trace back to t