Clayton looked up from the book that he is skimming through inside the Lycan Royal Archive, his eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights to be able to get to the bottom of the thing bothering him since he came back from breaking into Gavin Saville’s residence.“Any luck?” He asked, his voice hoarse. He turned when he heard no response from Lily. He saw her sleeping deeply with her head on the table, her arms covering her face. He stood up and put his jacket over her, protecting her from the cold before he walked towards one window and looked out at the starry, night sky.He then looked down and saw wolves from different packs going around the castle grounds. He turned back towards the table he occupied with Lily and looked at the pile of books which contains the recordings of wolves around fifty years ago. The book opened in front of Lily, while she is sleeping deeply is about the history of the Saville’s.“You’re still here, Clay

Clayton opened the car door and helped Amarah out early the following night after parking in front of his parents’ house. He closed the door behind her and looked up at the house where he grew up.“Your house looks beautiful,” Amarah commented beside him softly.He took her hand and clasped it gently, bringing it to his lips and kissed it lightly. He looked down at her dress in a casual, denim, ankle pants with an oversized beige, silk blouse and black blazer. She paired it with a low-heeled strappy sandal with thick heels. “Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?” He asked as he led the way to the front door slowly due to her ankle. “Anyway, I guess I have something to be thankful for with the doctor’s presence here. Though I didn’t like it one bit of him touching you.”“Matt’s a doctor, you know that,” she answered gently. She gently moved her ankle, showing it to him

Amarah opened her eyes at something tickling her on the face. She suddenly sat up straight when she saw that the sky is already light blue and white clouds slowly filling it, realizing that it’s already dawn. She looked around frantically and gathered that she must have fallen asleep when she took a rest from walking back home last night.She braced one hand on the ground and gently stood up and finally taking off her other sandal, holding both on one hand as she slowly walked back the road, clutching her jacket tightly around herself. She then made her way back to the central grounds, limping and stopping from time to time when she felt some discomfort on her ankle.Her stomach suddenly grumbled, and Amarah remembered that she hadn’t eaten well from last night’s dinner due to the hostility she felt from Clayton’s mom.“Stop thinking, Mari,” she scolded herself loudly as events from last night came back. She shook her head to

“Elise, look at me!” Matt’s voice ordered over the noise. He was kneeling in front of her while Amarah is beside him, ready to assist once he needs it. A chair with a basin of warm water and towels are beside her and a small table with the heating lamp Clayton took from his room. “Listen to my voice, okay? Just my voice. You’ll get to listen to your husband’s irritating voice for the rest of your life but right now, it’s my voice you should follow.”“Why you -,” Liam scoffed but Clayton held him tightly.Amarah bit her lip to keep from smiling. She knew Matt’s strategy and it is to turn Elise’s attention away from the pain she is currently experiencing.“I don’t want this anymore!” Elise wailed.“You can blame your husband after everything is over,” Amarah answered as she gripped Elise’s other hand gently. “Men, right?! They always think they&

Amarah looked out from her window and stared down as the pack members started to gather around the open grounds on the much-awaited night of The Transformation Ceremony. She watched with bitterness in her when she caught sight of the members that will be transforming. They are now garbed in their grey with silver lining robes and the scholars in charge of overseeing them are checking on them one last time to make sure that they are in order.They all looked eager, excited, and proud.She heard a knock on her door, and she opened it a bit.“Ella,” she said warmly, remembering the girl she had helped one time at the mess hall. She opened her door wider, and the girl immediately went inside, bringing a tray of food for her. “You didn’t have to do this.”“Alpha Clayton gave instructions to have a special dinner made for you,” Ella answered formally. “Please do let me know if you need anything else, Ms. Amarah.&r