I was having a quiet, relaxing day; After eating breakfast, tidying up and showering, I finally had a chance to read some of the book. I had found in the secret library and I was confident it was the proof Anders was looking for. Hope had soared through me at the thought of actually being free and not having to hide who I was anymore. I was a little worried that the Elders would not believe the information, but I’d cross that bridge when I came to it. I had just hidden the book away for safekeeping when some asshole broke down Anders’s door, a tall scrawny man with scars covering his face and long black hair marched in, evil evident in his gaze. "Who the hell are you?" I yelled at the intruder, readying myself for a fight. “So, this is where he is hiding you.” He sneered as he walked into the room, followed by six large men. I backed up. I had no weapons to defend myself and although I could fight, I was outnumbered. Mentally checking that I still had my illusion, I positioned mysel

Zeeb removed the sword from my neck. I could feel the blood slide down my chest as the blade was removed. He forced me to walk with him down the hallway. Turning to his henchmen and the witch Faye, he ordered, "Get out of here. I can't have you blowing my cover." They nodded and left, seeming to melt into the shadows of the castle. Zeeb dragged me out of the castle. “Where are you taking me?” I bit out roughly, still struggling against his hold. “I told you I’m your executioner. Always have been. Every time you're reborn, I find you and kill you or have one of my fallen kill you. The immortal scythe has been really handy since I stole it a thousand years ago. The witches were quick to blame the pack for the crime.” “Fallen? Immortal scythe? That belongs to the Shadow Moon Pack. They were the ones who kept killing me.” "Fallen is what I call the Shadow Moon Pack. Anyway, all my attempts have failed. You picked up on the poison my guard brought you, it's a shame it's so hard to mak

Handing me the cloth, she nodded and left. "I am going to make sure Zeebs death is slow and painful," I bit out as I carefully removed what was remaining of her burned clothes and cleaned her skin of the soot and blood that covered it, after I was finished, I covered her with a light blanket and drew the curtains that hung around the bed closed to give her privacy in case we had visitors. No sooner had the curtains closed than my brothers burst into the room looking around wild-eyed. “Where is she? Is she ok?” I nodded, “You know as well as I that she’d have to be rendered to ash before she would be considered dead. She’s regenerating but hasn’t woken up.” Alec handed me the book that I had left outside as him, and Thane moved to sit down. Absent- mindedly, I sat down on the chair that I had moved beside the bed and flipped through the pages and came across one page that drew my attention. A picture Of Isla’s birthmark was drawn inside. Curious, I read, (this mark is the mark of the

Flabbergasted, I stared as I processed the fact that the Moon Goddess stood before me in my own hall. The battles and arguments stopped as she looked around the room, looks of bewilderment and fear on their faces. Eyeing the book still in Hemmings hand, she walked over to his table and asked, “May I?” in a musical but powerful voice. He nodded, "Og course Goddess," he replied and handed it to her. Looking at the book, she frowned and held it to show the crowd. “I had sent visions to Elder Zeeb, as well as a few others, to create these books over a thousand years ago. He was told to inform the packs of the intents of the hybrids and to give them information about my daughter. I gave her that birthmark so she wouldn’t be misidentified.” She gestured towards me. “So, she would be protected as she fulfilled her duties.” She shook her head, disappointed. "Instead, Elder Zeeb buried the information, killing the other wolves I had tasked with this, and plotted to kill her incarnations and

As we rushed back to the castle, anger bubbled uncontrollably. Whoever let that traitor out was going to have a slow and painful death. Luckily, I had cameras everywhere. Not even the Elders and their minions knew where they all were. I made sure there were some that only I knew about. Reaching the tree we had left our clothes at, we shifted and quickly dressed, rushing back. Isla was looking behind her, worried, probably thinking that the sicko was waiting somewhere to finish what he started. I growled, looking around for him, too. I stopped and looked at her. “He won’t get to you again. I promise.” “I know.” She nodded as she walked in front of me, heading back inside. I walked her back to our temporary room. As I was about to leave, she hesitated and grabbed my arm. I looked at her. “You’ll be fine.” Rolling her eyes, she retorted, “I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about you. He has an immortal scythe, and we don’t know where it is hidden. He could kill you.” “I won’t le