Laura's point of view: Unlike Alan, neither of us wanted to surrender. That's why we started searching for solutions. I mean, even though Andrew's followers already have his body and his heart, they haven't awakened him. This means something is missing, and we still have time to prevent him from rising again.Thinking about it, life seems odd. It's funny how life can change in a matter of seconds. I mean, right now I'm trying to keep Andrew half-dead, but there was a time when I was ready to give everything to keep him safe.In addition to that, he used to be my shelter, but now he's my doom. In fact, he was never a devilish person; he created the entire werewolf race. So essentially, he is more like a father to the werewolves than just a leader.He was kind, lovable, and charming. Yet his love for power destroyed him. He lost himself in his search for domination, just like many creators. He lost his mind in his pursuit of greatness.Yes, Andrew wants the werewolf race to be the great

Laura's point of view: I don't remember how, but all I recall is darkness.Still, when I open my eyes, I find myself chained to a bed. I try to set myself free, but I am weaker than I have ever been.Like any other powerful female, I do the obvious, which is scream out loud."Get me out of here!"Wait... What were you expecting me to do... To fight?Well, I'd love to fight and free myself. Kill every person who had a hand in making me this way. It's just that I am as weak as a human being.Although I can't fight, I can still at least give them a headache.I keep screaming and shouting until the door bursts open, and then I regret it.I don't have my heightened senses anymore, and I still don't know who put that necklace on me.In fact, anyone can put the necklace on me, but no one other than Andrew can take it off.Hopefully, and not hopefully, it is Safira."Shut the hell up, or else I can make you!""Safira!" I call her name, surprised that she is there standing in front of me. "Are

Laura's point of view: Not that I am forced to watch him take his last breath, slowly. I am also forced to see his body being treated in the worst way ever. Two of the rogues they were working with carried his body above the pile of rocks that used to be between both of us a while ago when he was alive. The pile of rocks seems to magically soak up every drop from his dead body until it is empty. Meanwhile, Safira gets closer to me and whispers. "You know who's lying under those rocks, or not. I can give you a hint - a body and a heart. That's all I can say." I am quite far away from caring anymore since I am still lost in the agony of losing my mate. It wasn't just the mate bond that was between us; it was love. Through all the difficulties we've been through, we both learned how to love each other. Now, he is gone, and I am left alone to suffer for an eternity. That's not fair, not fair at all. All I have done is work harder than anyone else to ensure that everyone gets their

I spent more than an hour in the shower, yet I still feel dirty, nasty, and unclean. How can I not when my mate died only two days ago, and I slept with the one who killed him? Although I didn't have a choice, it still feels like I'm betraying Damien. Yesterday morning, I was woken up by Andrew carrying my sleepy body to a place unknown to me at the time. Yet when I asked him, he informed me that we were going to the Altar. Of course, I bombarded him with questions, but I couldn't get a single answer. Well, until we reached the Altar. One of the witches forced me to drink something that tasted horrible. Right then, I started feeling a horrible pain in my stomach. Andrew drank the same drink, yet nothing happened to him. Of course, he still has the werewolf's healing ability, unlike me. In fact, the horrible drink is the least of my worries. The next thing is that about six or seven witches started chanting something in their language. I couldn't understand a word they were s

Laura's point of view: The last person on earth I'd believe I would rely on was Peter, yet here I am. Thinking about it, I have no choice. I lost my power, I'm being used by my ex-lover, not to mention that I don't know if my family members are alive or not. When I woke up this morning, I was surprised to see Peter in my room. I mean, he needs to have some real guts to make such a decision. The thing is that he had an actual reason for being in here. He claims that he is in touch with Alan and Amira, and he is going to get us all out of here. I first didn't trust him, not until he showed me a spell written by Amira. Although my sister and I were never too close to each other, yet, I know exactly what her handwriting looks like. He informed me that Andrew declared holding a ball, which sounds much like Andrew, and in that ball, I shall burn the spell right after he gave me a sign. He also mentioned that there is an outsider that he trusts so much, and that hates Andrew. That o