General Alaric Macintyre had dreamt of this moment for days. He had pictured every possible scenario that could have ensued after his confession, but nothing had prepared him for the shocked way she had stared at him, nor how she had suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. He had not thought she’d stand up, still in shock, pacing to and fro like that, pulling at her beautiful curls as she muttered the word ‘no’ over and over again. And he had most certainly never thought, that instead of love... o-or at least joy, he'd instead see digust in her beautiful eyes. Was the thought of being with him that bad for her to imagine? “Artemis, what is going on? You’re freaking me out.” He said, standing up, Kendra’s heart was hurting… so bad. It never ended with her, did it? How poetically ironic. That the very thing she had been running from, the very thing that had practically let her selfishly leave her best friend to his doom had followed her here in another form? Was this the great d

The other side was a dungeon? Unbelievable! Kendra had heard many stories about the afterlife, but she had never imagined that it would be a dungeon. But then again, it wasn’t exactly surprising for the female Beta. Mankind was alive, meaning there was no way something alive would have any idea about the unknown, no matter how much they claimed— no matter how they tried to get it right. It just wasn’t going to work. Everything seemed hazy for the young she-wolf as she tried to recall the circumstances that had led her here— right into this very moment. She remembered rejecting the General. Her heart warmed in anger again as she thought about the whole thing— how the gods and goddesses just wouldn’t leave her alone. The funny thing was that mankind was supposed to be in an era where things were different— where science was just starting to take over, where evidence beat belief any day, anytime, but it seemed like people were turning back to them even more than before. She was so

“Y-you’re the Silver Witch?” Kendra asked in open amazement. The woman standing before her did not look a day over twenty five, and from what the she wolf had heard, the Silver witch was more than two centuries old. “Indeed I am,” “B-but, I don’t understand… you look so young!” A part of her thought maybe she was being fooled… and with the way things had been going for her, it was only normal that she’d feel that way— that she’d be quite paranoid of this silver lining that seemed to have fallen right onto her lap. The dreadlocked woman dressed in a flowing, beautiful, thick, white robe with a hood stepped away from the cauldron. She moved towards the distressed, dung covered woman, her head cocked to the side in curiosity. Snapping her fingers, she said, “KLERE VERANDER!” and Kendra’s rag for clothes vanished, only to be replaced with a stunning red fitting bodice that seemed to have been sewn together with a matching set of breeches. The she wolf’s hands tentatively reached out to

After almost a whole day of hitching rides, going without food and barely getting a few drops of water into her parched body, Kendra finally made it into the small werewolf town that was Dnakle. She was back in rags now, seeing as at some point she had had to exchange her beautiful clothes for a ride, and now her once bone straight hair had long gone back to its usual curly mess.She was tired and dirty, and could barely stand on her feet, her own human hunger and her wolf’s completely taking a toll on her, and yet never had she looked more radiant.It was almost as though her soul— as though her wolf could sense its soul mate… sense that he was near. The joy that welled up in her heart at that fact was so inexplicable that it was crazy.But she had missed him.Gods, she really had.The first thing she was going to do when she saw him will be to jump into his arms and kiss him senseless, promising him with her words, with her mouth, that she would never leave him alone like she had ev

Kendra! His mate had finally returned to him! In that split second that they stood there, staring at each other, a lot of emotions flashed in the Alpha’s eyes; Elation, at the wonderful miracle of seeing her again, Guilt, at the compromising position she had seen him in, And finally, blood searing rage at the sight of other wolves manhandling his mate like that. “Let go of her, she’s with me,” He growled lowly, angrily as he menacingly closed the distance between them. The guards did as he had asked, finding the Alpha aura emanating from him quite too powerful to bear. One step, And then another. And he and Kendra were standing face to face. He did not wait for her to think much of it, he just pulled her against him and roughly claimed her mouth, revealing to her all the emotions that were coursing through him that he couldn’t really explain with words. She kissed him back with just as much frenzy, the people standing beside them forgotten, the fact that she was probably sme