WRITER’S POVA man in his early forties is in his house when he heard a sudden knock on the door. His name is Detective Joha. Once a public detective but retired by himself when he couldn’t bear to watch the injustice in the police department.Certain he was expecting no visitor, he stood still for seconds wondering who it could be. But when the knock came again repeatedly, he knew whomever was knocking wouldn’t leave until he steps out. He firstly peeped through the tiny door hole but whoever was knocking was smart enough to shield his face from the angle of the door hole.“Who are you?” he asked from inside the house.“It’s me, Captain Depay.”“Captain Depay?”Surprised, he finally opened the door.Captain Depay quickly steps into the house once he opened the door.Once he got in, the stench from the house hit his nostril. He clenched his teeth stopping him from cursing out loud as he faced Detective Joha.“Detective Joha, how have you been?”Detective Joha began to hurriedly clear

ARTHUR’S POVSometime ago, a lady of my clan had saved my life. She suddenly shows up in the capital, halts my honeymoon and demand I let her have a combat with my Luna or kill Samantha for the promise I made to her.Left in a tight corner, I was forced to make a choice. A choice my Luna see as me confirming my hatred for her. But that wasn’t the case, or was it? I knew more than anyone how weak my human Luna is yet I could never have watched this Maya lay hands on Samantha. All my fears and hatred for being mated to a human came rearing up before my own eyes. She is too weak and Maya would only need use her weakest strike to end her.Good thing I allowed only sword fight and there wouldn’t be need for them to fight in their wolves’ form. This way I would have a chance to train her for a physical sword fight. But how long would that take? I doubt she could even hold a sword. If it gets to them fighting in their wolf form, then the entire Crescent pack would learn of the truth about my

ELEANOR'S POV “Let’s go.” I said to Jeremy as I stepped out. I worked my body and trained the hardest I have thought I would. “I must live... I must not die by that woman’s hands. I must be alive...I can’t die now...” I kept saying these words to myself as I trained. Wherever this sudden surge to stay alive had come from, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that I was going to do everything to stay alive no matter what. Jeremy put me through the training basics. Unlike Arthur, he tried to be soft with me but I refused to relent. When Images of the bitch Samantha and Maya pop up in my head, it pushes me to train harder. Last night I had crept outside and watched Maya train under the nights as that seem to be the only time she trained. She was quite skilled. Five days would never be enough to train and match up her skill to be able to fight against herself but how can I forget the words of my teacher. “Sometimes, wars and battles are won not by strength but by smartness.” She may be sk

WRITER'S POV"Why does it feel so chilly?" Captain Depay said as he and detective Joha stood across the street, eyes lingering over the Samuels' house. A well gated house. The drunk man had just brought them here after series of mistakes and they has sent him home by putting him in a cab. They hope he wouldn't miss his house. "Are you sure we can go in, don't you think they could have slept by now? I mean we should hang around somewhere and come back by morning…Like in a hotel or something…"Captain Depay continued to say. He had his doubts, the house they were seeing felt so silent. He wasn't expecting them to be playing loud music and jumping around though but he felt this weird aura in the vicinity. "If we are here already, then we should head in. What if they leave this night and never return? Go wait in some brothel with some fine ass chicks if you want then." Detective Joha slammed and started to make his way towards the house."Damn! You jerk…He never listens to what I say…" C

WRITER'S POVIt was pitch dark and in the eerie hours of the morning. Matteo has just gotten up from bed and taken a gulp of the packaged blood. He felt disgusted the moment his tongue tasted it. He cursed under his breath and threw the can back into the fridge. Ever since he tasted the human blood again, he hadn't had the slightest urge to take a sip from the packaged blood they have in their land. He was tired of being led by that bastard called Lucas. If only he had won the clan's elders meeting, he would have been drinking some real blood now and not some packaged disgusting blood. "It is all that bitch's fault…" he gritted, referring to Lauretta. Suddenly a thought hit him as he crept back to his room. A grin spread in his face as the thought settled well in his head. There are always many ways to kill a rat. Harold was right, it isn't over until it is over. He put on his shoes and crept speedily out of the house into the night. "Tell Harold I want to see him…" He said to th