“Well that was a blast.” That statement came from one of the four house staffs that were stationed to serve the watchers in the shack. The fight was now over and Quentin was on the phone. He was far away from Hesther and the rest , so they cannot hear what he was talking over to the person on the line.“Was it?” Hesther asked, obviously pissed out that Max was getting all the attention.“Yes, Miss Randolf.” One woman had the nerve to talk back. The staff at the villa did not like her here and she was well aware of the fake warm welcome that she was getting. It was all because she was with her brother and as usual, Zayn is better favored than anywhere else. She needed to blow off steam.She then picked up her gears and headed towards the villa. Away from any eaves droppers, she calls someone.“I’ll be there in an hour. I need you. Yes, the bitch had successfully transfo

Betty, no matter how much time she had spent away from Teresa knew how to figure out if she was anxious and under immense amount of stress. She was the one who birthed her and raised her. Every nook and cranny of her daughter's behaviour she knew all too well. She might have spent a long time in Manhattan, but old habits die hard. Teresa fidgets her thumb a lot. She had been doing that the moment they left the Black’s property.Leaving your child in the care of complete strangers was not a good feeling for any mothers. Admittedly, Quentin Black is no stranger. He is Max's grandfather but Teresa and Max have never been separated like this since she was born. Mothers of any species tend to be protective of their young. She had been like Teresa now. She hovered a lot and did not gave her own daughter the chance to live her life. Maybe it was her fault why she had gone all the way with Clay. They tend

  Max’s POV:  I am Maxine Teresa Shepard-Black.  My parents are Teresa Elizabeth Shepard and Constantine Clayton Black.   I think, my grandparents like the fact that my parents have two names so when I was born, i was named with two names too.   Mom never used her second name and dad was , I was informed better known to his peers as Constantine. Only my mother and the closest of friends call him Clay or Clayton.  My grandmother is a widower with only one child, that was my mom. However, grandfather was a controversial person in the wolf world. She and grandmother were both very influential but Quentin Black is a on different level. From what I have heard, he had strings of women and had a number of offspring.  I have seen him once. My uncle, the beta of the Black pack.

The following day, I was informed by a knock on the door that I had to train. No body said that rest was not happening here in the villa after what had occurred. Mom and grandma was given rooms of their own in the villa. Though, I was reluctant to let them sleep else where and because the room I have is bigger than the floor area of our burned house---I was adamant that we share a room. My grandfather won’t hear any of it. Instead, he gave them two separate rooms and Elsa explained to me that I had to agree or it was her job and her neck on the line if I continue to be uncooperative. Quentin Black was unreasonable and often gets his way.“Okay, I will be down shortly.” I said that even though my eyes were half closed and as I snuggled more to the warmth of my bed covers.This is worse than getting ready for school on winters.The struggle was really real.“Miss Max, please.”Elsa was sti

“Why are you like that?” Zayn asked Hesther as they walked towards the designated arena. In total there were more or less twenty people silently marching towards the dusty, open ground in the far end of the Black estate. All of them were wearing blacks.“Always glamorous and fabulous? Well, you must know that by now, I was born with it.” Flipping her ponytailed hair.“No,yes you might be all that but you are also rude and mean.”Hesther stopped in her steps.Zayn stopped too. They were bypassed by the rest. Surely, they won’t be missed. They are only less than three hundred steps away from the arena.Besides, Zayn wanted to confront his sister for misbehaving.“Who are you, our mother?” “No, but I am the eldest and we were told not to create trouble and bring shame to the family if you remember well what we came here for.”“Correction,’’ Hesther moved closer to her brother and whispered. “That order was for you, I was not even considered to be here, had I not offered.” She left. Leavin