Dante was grunting in pain as the entire place was filled with wolfs-bane, weakening him. Ariel reached for the unconscious Freya and carelessly dragged her body through the rough ground. Dante stretched his hands in a bid to hold back Freya but was stabbed by Nefline with an arrow laced with sliver, making him screech in pain.“You should have had that sex with me. Maybe I wouldn’t have turned bitter,” she whispered into his ear, licking him.Dante fell unconscious as he watched the entire place littered with bodies. His sight blurred out as he saw Nefline slit one of his enforcer’s throats. It took four hours for Dante to regain conscientiousness. When he did, he transformed into his wolf, howling as loud as he could. Thereafter, he fell to the floor, weakened by both the poison in his system and the rush of anger consuming every nerve in his system.* * *It has been six hours since Freya has been made to walk. Neither food nor water has been given to her. Her feet were bruised be

“That’s no way to treat our guest. Remove her chain,” Ares ordered as soon as Freya got in.The guard did as he was told. When her hands were free, she rubbed her wrist and groaned in pain. The guard bowed and left.“Don’t just stand there. Help yourself,” Ares ordered Freya.She didn’t have to be asked twice as she grabbed a cup of water, downing it with greed before moving to dish a plate of everything on the table. Forgetting her manners, Freya ate hungrily, filling the yearning with emptiness in her body.Ares chuckled and watched her in amusement. “Go ahead, have some more. You’ll need all your strength for what’s to come.”When Freya could eat no more, she collapsed on her chair, patting her belly. “Can we now get to the reason you summoned me?” she began. “I know it’s not to feed and take care of Dante’s property. You couldn't care less.”Ares nodded to Freya and pulled out his chair, standing and walking over to Freya. When he sat on the top of her table, hanging one leg out, F

After the attack, Dante declared a few days to serve as a recuperating time for his people. The dead were buried with their loved ones in constant mourning, and the injured were treated. Most of the guests who were from the other packs had their people money their bodies back to their packs.He was fuming that one had dared step on his authority. Now was the time to unite his entire pack. Dante tried to reach his second in command but to no avail. Instead, a member of his old pack had found him, saying, “Ares has gone mad.”His suspicions had to be confirmed. After he vacated the throne to find Freya, he suffered a series of attacks. No one knew about his absence except Area. It only pointed out that Ares had been behind it all along and now, he had united with his enemies to bring Dante down. An unforgivable sin.Dante was growing frustrated at the slow pace of things. With no choice, he put his trust in Wyatt and the web thing Freya had created. Every second seemed to drag longer as

Freya and Dante lay dead as Dante's men arrived. Theo was growling with anger. The survivors looked as good as dead. Injured in all parts of their bodies, they were bleeding. Hope was lost.“We have to take them back to the pack house. We can't leave our Alpha here like a common rogue. Now that Ares has killed him, Ares would be regrouping to attack the GrandAlpha and our side of the pack. He would completely want to take control of the Blood Moon pack,” Oswald said.Wyatt, with tears streaming down his eyes, reached for Dante in a bid to pay his respect. Seeing how Dante and Freya's blood has gathered in a pool, he wept harder. It was like a trail of wine which found its fountain and then formed a circle, except it was their blood.“I hope we win this war and your sacrifices are not in vain,” he whispered.Standing to return to the others, something happened.The moon, which was only, but a hint, came to be full, shining lavishly at where the blood had gathered. The whooshed and calm

A two-year-old boy held Freya's hand, his tiny fingers wrapped around hers. He looked exactly like Dante, with Freya's kind eyes. The little folk tried taking fast strides as he walked with Freya. “Archer Blue Dante, come on, slow down. You know you have shorter legs,” Freya spoke to the boy as if he was an adult.The little boy, as if reading meaning into his mother's scolding, pouted his lips and froze. Freya bent to his level and swooped him off his feet, tickling the sweet boy. He writhed and struggled in her hold before she slouched him over her shoulder once more.She was taking a stroll through the pack house, heading for the prison. Today was the visiting day for prisoners, and she always took out time to visit them, especially the Tahilas. Under Freya, that system was reformed. Tahilas were now prisoners who committed acts like treason, murder, rape, and domestic violence. Yes, she didn't want any negative strings in her kingdom. Even with that, she visited them, made sure the