Dalton’s point of view: With an exasperated sigh, I sat down at my study table and scattered every document related to the paper works I had to complete in front of me. “Do you need any help?” I glanced up when Lucas spoke. He’d taken a seat on the couch by the office door. “There’s not much to do. It’s okay.” I shook my head. It wasn’t like I didn’t trust him. This was a top secret kind of mission that we’ve been working on and I don’t think the other Alphas would be as cool as me when they learn that I’ve let someone who wasn’t a pack member help me with the paper works. And Lucas was a rogue so I bet none of them would be as understanding as me. If it wasn’t for Cassandra, I would have been apprehensive towards Lucas as well. But, unlike other rogues, there was just something about him that made me trust him this quick. And the fact that both Cassandra and Lucas were so similar yet so unique in terms of having two wolves… was uncanny. Lucas might help Cassandra understand an

Dalton’s point of view: “The fuck is this thing?” I asked quite fiercely as I entered the cell where Finn was supposed to be. Clenching my hands, I looked around. There was a white mist, like Jeremy had described, still lingering in the air. It was faintly there but I could see it pretty well using my enhanced senses. “It had filled up the entire cell. We could barely see through it and when it slowly reduced, both Marcus and Finn were gone. They had completely disappeared alongside this mist.” Rowan explained. I turned to look at him and found him standing beside Jeremy. Seeing the terrifying looks on their faces, I took in a deep breath to calm my wolf before nodding begrudgingly. It wasn’t their fault. I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on them. This mist wasn’t something we’ve dealt with before. This peculiar incident had never happened to us before. And to think that two people could have just disappeared out of some locked dungeons cells were something none of us could have

Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton’s parents led me into one of the Crescent Moon pack’s most decrepit buildings that I’ve never seen before. It was on the other side of the pack grounds. I realized that I never went to explore this part of the pack.The building had double swing doors, like the ones in the pack house. Sure enough, inside was built like the pack house as well. The living room area, the interior, everything… every single wall was built in the same place, in the same way like in the pack house.I half expected to see some pack members sitting around gossiping while some of the women preparing dinner in the kitchen, but just like everything else, the place was empty.Dalton’s father dropped into one of the old chairs and rested his elbows on the table. Dalton’s mother sat beside him, and they both waited, waited for what?Realization dawned on me when I realized that they were waiting for me to sit down.“I… I don’t think I can,” I said. “I don’t know how. Won’t I just…

Cassandra’s point of view: They both just stared at me as though I'd just grown two heads in a matter of a few seconds. Leaning back until my back pressed firmly against the back of the chair, I bit my lower lip and simply remained quiet to give them some time to think this through."So, you're telling us that you think you might be a primordial werewolf like your brother?" Dalton's mother asked. "Are you sure?" Nodding, I shifted a bit on the chair. "I've been experiencing the same things like him. A dark energy of some sort kept pushing through whenever I'm in any kind of danger or threat. It always seems more worried about my wellbeing, more so than my inbred wolf. And whenever it's around, my inbred wolf would prefer to be submissive to it as though she was afraid of it."Dalton's mother smiled thinly; seemingly indecisive about the way she should be reacting to this new information about me. "Unlike your brother, you have yet to discover your other wolf. You will take some time

Lucas’s point of view:Cassandra, the woman and the man together and then Dalton and Cassandra…“What, Lucas? You understand what?” Dalton interrupted my train of thoughts.I looked up at Dalton and then at the warriors, who were staring at me in amazement. “The man and the woman, those pictures… are they your parents?”“The pictures…?” Dalton asked, confused.“Those pictures you have hanging up on the walls in your living room – the man and the woman in those pictures… are they your parents?”The confusion on Dalton’s face cleared up. Clenching his jaw as though the mere thought of his parents unsettled him, he pursed his lips and then nodded with some hesitance. “Why? What happened?”“I think Cassandra is with them. She’s with your parents.”There was a pause. “What?” Dalton asked in disbelief, his voice raising an octave. “How is that possible? My parents are dead… they have been dead for a while now.”I held up a hand. “I know it sounds crazy but somehow I know it’s true. I saw th