HUNTER’s POV I shake my head as I looked down at the dying man. “Puh…please…save me,” the man begs as he drowns in a pool of his own blood. “Should have thought about that before you tried to kill me,” I sneer and slap off the man’s bloodied hands from my knee. The man wraps his hands around his own neck, where blood is spurting out like a fountain in an attempt to stop the bleeding. But it is too late for him. I have clawed him across the throat. He will be dead in seconds. Traitor. He crumples onto the ground, twitching in spasms before he finally lays still. There is a mark on his chest where I had bitten him earlier, it is the mark of Hunter. Now all who see it will know that I am back. And all who betrayed my father will pay. I get up from where I crouch and a wave of dizziness hits me. The man may be dead, but he did put up a good fight before biting the dust. There is a slash wound across my abdomen and the pain is immense. Damnit, it hurts like hell. My body is stained

ELENA’s POV It is decided. I am to venture downhill in search of a doctor. Or a pharmacist. Or anyone who can sell us some fucking medicine. Father’s wounds are badly infected and he needs help. Mother has warned me to be careful. We have not told anyone from our village, lest they try to stop us. But how would they know the pain and rage that torments us at this moment? How do they know the agony that father has to bear every second? How would they know? How can they know? They are not the ones who were brutally tortured and had their bones broken, nor are they the ones who were whipped until their skin tore with poisoned claws. They would never understand. I have to go, there is no other way. It is the witching hour now and father’s fever is getting worse. “I love you,” mother whispers as she hugs me tightly in the tiny bedroom that Freya and I share. She does not want to let go and I have to pry her fingers away. I am scared shitless, but I put on my bravest smile and tie up my

FREYA’s POV It’s been less than two hours since Elena’s been gone, but to me, it feels like an eternity has passed. I wonder if she will be able to find any medication for father, but more importantly, I have to wonder if the medication will work at all given the condition that he is in right now.I look at Dylan who is sleeping soundly next to me on my bed. He has kicked off his blanket in his sleep and is drooling all over our pink worn-out mattress. I love my little brother, but I hate his drools. They stink. He’ll probably stink even more when he finds his wolf one day.In the next room, it sounds like father has woken from his sleep and is talking to mother, but I cannot be sure. All I can hear are incoherent sounds coming through the paper-thin wall between our rooms.I stand up from the torn and tattered bed and walk towards the only window in my bedroom, wishing for some fresh air. The room is too stu

HUNTER’s POV     I stand atop the balcony of my late father’s packhouse overlooking our land. There is a gentle breeze that plays with my hair as I look at the world that lays before me. I lift a hand with an outstretched arm and curl my fingers in, seemingly swallowing the land whole. It is only a matter of time before I claim back what rightfully belongs to the Storm Riders pack. My pack.  My father, the late Alpha was one of the most powerful leaders of his time. He was ruthless and his name evoked fear throughout the land. If he asked you to down a bucket of shit, you would do it with a smile, otherwise, not only would you lose your head, your parents and children would lose theirs too and everyone else who is even remotely linked to your name would end up facing the guillotine. But my father never crossed a man, or in our case, a wolf that didn’t deserve it. He played by the rules of the werewolf world. And because

HUNTER’s POV The Blood Stone pack had always been a notorious one, but of late, with the Alpha King of the North dead, they have become even worse. In a desperate bid to claim the now vacant throne, Clyde has taken countless lives, many of those who were once near and dear to him. My father’s life included. That Alpha is crazy, left unchecked, he will lay waste to all the land.And I for sure will not stand by and let him unleash carnage over what does not belong to him. Father’s death at Clyde’s hand was a wake-up call to me. It is time to put an end to this chaos, once and for all.We leave our land and move under the cover of the night and a cool gust of wind caresses my skin as we finally reach our destination. Clyde’s packhouse looms over us as we crouch hidden in the tall grass. The place is dark, save for a few torched flames that Clyde’s men carry as they patrol the premises.Helios, who i