Tyra's Point of ViewPresent DayCassandra undid her seat belt, reached over to undo my belt, and drew me into her arms. I could feel my tears threatening to fall but didn't want to go inside with mascara running down my face. Such vanity, I inwardly laughed. She was so loving towards me. "She is, was, a human, babe, and you know the rules. Unfortunately, we don’t get to break them just because we have family who are humans," she said, gently kissing me on her forehead.I knew all of that, but it didn't make it feel any better. I tried to smile, but Cassandra knew me too well. Even though she didn’t have humans in her family, she understood how hard it was. What would I do without her, without her love and devotion? It was what kept me grounded when I had to pull away from my family and friends. There's a bond between werewolves that humans couldn't appreciate or understand."It's different now. Aláine will be one of us soon and our Luna too. She will feel the mating bond and underst

Kristof's Point of View After Tyra and Cassandra had left, I noticed that Aláine seemed more relaxed than she had initially been and certainly a lot happier than when we met. The following morning I talked to Aláine about how she had felt when Cassandra disappeared and the loss she had felt because of it. I had never thought about what it would be like for families left behind when werewolves mated with humans. After my brainstorming session last night, I resolved to talk to other members in my pack who had initially been human to see how they felt about it and whether they wanted to see their non-werewolf families again. Of course, I couldn't just change the rules because I was Alpha, as there was the safety of the whole pack to consider and getting the elders to agree. However, I was sure that if it was the will of the pack and could be done safely, and my father consented to change the royal decree, then the rules could be changed. As we took Axel for his daily walk around the

Viktor's Point of View Two Days Ago "Damn those fucking werewolves!" I screamed. "I was this close to taking the human away from the bloody wolf-born Alpha. I wanted to get to her before he turned her. He doesn't deserve a woman like that. Wolf-born are all the same. They think they can do whatever they want, but I'll show them." "Indeed, Viktor," replied Olivier. Olivier always let me rant when I was angry and never seemed to get upset. I was glad I turned him. He made an excellent advisor. Even though I wasn't actually an Alpha, I still saw myself as one. After all, I had already killed one wolf-born Alpha and wouldn't stop until I killed them all. Olivier would be my Beta. As for turning him, those wolf-borns and their stupid laws about not turning werewolves unless they were fated mates. Since when did I listen to wolf-born rules and regulations? I would create my own and become a ruler over all the humans I turned into werewolves. I need to think of some celebration or ritu

Aláine's Point of View Later that afternoon, I was sitting reading. Zara was off with Noah, and Kristof had been out on business. I wondered what I would be doing once I was a werewolf and Luna. Was I going to be spending a lot of time sitting doing nothing, or would I have some form of work that kept me occupied and fulfilled? Would I have to give up work? "Aláine! Where are you?" called Kristof. I came running. "Is everything all right?" I asked. Kristof smiled in his seductive way and crooked his index finger. I walked right up to him, smiling back at him, "You called?" Kristof grabbed me and sunk his nose into my neck, breathing in my natural scent. He said I smell of sweet blossoms. It was a sweet scent that only I, his mate had. His was the smell of grass after the rain. I had looked on the internet to find out that the scent was called petrichor. What a nerd I was. "Follow me," he said as he led me upstairs to the bedroom. Was he going to try and seduce me again? I loo

Kristof's Point of View Aláine and I arrived at the restaurant and drove into a secure car park. It was obviously exclusive, and there were guards at the entrance. I liked this place because the owner, Rickard, was a werewolf from one of the neighbouring packs, who was part of my father's kingdom. The same one that owned the nightclub where I met Aláine. I knew him personally because he had trained Frederic. His pack was very city-oriented, which was strange because most werewolves prefer to live away from humans as my pack did. We had our own reasonable town on privately-owned land with many businesses and even a couple of schools. Our pack was thriving, with only a few having to deal with humans. When we entered, many of the upmarket customers were staring at us. There were a lot of humans here, but I noticed some werewolves, a fae and even a vampire. There was undoubtedly a mix of patrons. Some of the men were leering at Aláine, and it took a lot of my self-control to keep wal