Alpha Kam's POV "Alpha, I've made it to the hotel. Is there anything you need me to do before I settle for the night?" Gamma Josef asks while on the other side of our phone call. "No my dear friend. I've already contacted the other alphas and let them know that you would be acting on my behalf. Just take a deep breath and don't let them push you around. Stand your ground and show them you are their equal." "Thank you Alpha. You have always been an older brother to me and I appreciate you for trusting me do this. Now go catch that sorry ass bastard sir." I laughed at that last part. I've known Josef since we were little cubs. His mother would help keep an eye on me after my mother passed. We pretty much grew up like brothers. He was the only person that knew Teresa was my daughter. I never wanted to give her up but when trouble started to show up at our door step, I had to make a tough decision. I had Josef look for a suitable couple, within our pack, to adop

Teresa's POV The tingling sensation has vanished and my mind begins to wonder. Just me surrounded by darkness again, with only my thoughts. I begin replaying the events that occurred not too long ago.My birth parents. Alpha Kam and the late Luna Camile. Both so young and truly in love with not just each other, but with the child they gave up. With me. I could see it. I could feel it. Yet with everything that was transpiring on the outside of my body, I couldn't ask any of my questions. However, I did get to find out who saved me. My mate. The one the Moon Goddess, herself, has chosen for me.I become gitty and excited knowing I wouldn't have to choose a second chance mate. Maybe my mate can take me away from the madness that is called my life. Maybe he can bring the peace that I so desperately need. Soon a question pops into my mind. Is my mate a male or female? 'Either way, we will love our mate for who they are. Right Talia?' No reply, just silence. I had forgotten I couldn't hea

Galdenia's POVLeaving Yamiel to clean, I walk down the hall. Dragging my hand over the frames hanging on the walls. Mostly pictures of my mother over the centuries but I stop and stare at the only picture of my father.I was the spitting image of him. Long straight silver hair, emerald green eyes with gold specs, and smooth ivory skin that appeared to be glowing from afar. He was a kind soul and taught me to love music. They always said I could be found playing some instrument. Many even said I use to act like him as well, till the day he died.Rogue wolves found their way into our lands and attacked our people. My father tried to hide me in a tree. He was so concerned about me, that he didn't notice that wretched mutt behind him. I saw it tear my father into piece, having splashes of his blood land on me. In a desperate attempt to save him, my tears and heartache turned into ice crystals that pierced through that beast. I was only eight at that time and that's when we realized I cou