By the time Freya realized what was happening, it was already lost and somehow, she ended up in the woods. Thick, dark wood filled with pines, trees, and shrubs. She was sure that something was leading her there. She couldn't control the pull. Whatever that was drawing to that particular wood, it was strong.By now, she was much of herself but felt the pain in her feet. Torn skin and fatigue. She looked like an abandoned daughter in an unfamiliar environment.Fear gripped her, and she clutched herself, tracing to find the exit from the wood. Her mind kept wandering to the ample possibility of Dante finding her. She knew better why that selfish jerk would want any connection that has to do with her. The entire incident was starting to become more vivid, and the message from the moon goddess was clearer. This all must be some kind of big joke. She can't be humiliated twice. First when she was a girl and now, this? Never! She rather lives on the stance of always having to watch her back t

He has to. It has been tormenting him ever since his attack in the woods. He needs to completely transform once more so that he can heal.It was a disadvantage for Dante because he hadn't bonded with his mate. If he had claimed her, his shifter side would be balanced. Isn't it funny? When you think that you have it all and then, you find out that fate has been silently laughing at your pride all along. Because, never for once, did Dante think that he would need a fragile, irrelevant slave and daughter of the enemy pack. Now, he needed her more than she needed him.If he got a glimpse of the future and knew the plan of the Moon Goddess, maybe he wouldn't have allowed her freedom. Or, watched her as she ran through the woods that night, scared for her life and lonely.He had been fighting it all night and was going to lose at the end. His battle was as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of menstruation and deciding it was an inconvenient time to begin the process. Nature wins out

Finally, Freya arrived at her fiancée's apartment. Entering the house, she met a very anxious Jake, who had worry and sadness written all over his face."I can't believe you hired guards to search for me," Freya nagged, throwing her arms around Jake's neck. "I am sorry," she apologized before drowning him in a pool of passionate kisses. They only broke it off when both of them were panting out of suffocation.Jake was speechless. Only staring deep into Freya's eyes and holding her shoulders like she was a fragile thing that would shatter if he let go.Jake cupped her face, rubbing his thumbs along her cheekbones. Not speaking, just gazing down into her eyes. "Are you hurt?" He finally managed to ask."Not at all. How about you?" Freya asked, leading Jake to an empty couch. "Are you hurt?""No." Sighing, "what was all that? Who was the guy and why did you run off?" Jake bombarded her with questions."Did Dante hurt anyone else?" Freya asked, her anger rising. She knew Dante didn't leave

As the second wolf flew free, the first launched itself at Dante's face. Ducking his head, he caught it in the throat, but Dante's teeth clamped down on fur instead of flesh, and it squirmed away. It tried to back off for a second lunge, but Dante, out of aggression, leaped at it, backing it into a tree. It reared up, trying to get out of his way. He slashed for its throat. This time he got his grip. Blood spurted in his mouth, salty and thick. The first wolf landed on Dante's back. His legs buckled. Teeth sunk into the loose skin beneath his skull. Fresh pain arced through him.Concentrating hard, he kept his grip on the first wolf's throat. He steadied himself, then released it for a split second, just long enough to make the fatal slash and tear. As he pulled back, blood sprayed into his eyes, blinding him. He swung his head hard, ripping out the coyote's throat. Once he felt it go limp, he tossed it aside, then threw himself on the ground and rolled over. The wolf on Dante's back r

When Dante alighted from the lonely alley in Oklahoma for the second time, the sky was already clearing to give way for morning to take over. The air was icy cold. His body ached as a result of being mercilessly engaged in life-threatening battles throughout the night. To add to that, he was wearing unsuitable walking shoes. Unlike on his previous visit, no purpose would have driven him to stay. But now, he had no choice. That meant that bad walking shoes were the least of the problem at hand.Before the passing of Alpha Hero, he had told Dante that there was a name he could always run to at whatever time he found himself in the human. He only mentioned the name, Emerson Declan, to him. This was the only person Dante fought so hard to contact. Aside from him, he was stranded in the human world. Already, Dante kept enough resources to sustain him, knowing fully well that he was coming back again after his first visit. What was expected of the only child and future Alpha of the stronges