As the man strutted towards his comrades while whistling merrily, a certain blue-eyed woman stood there behind a tree, watching him with narrowed eyes. Because of his cockiness at how good he was, he hadn’t been much alert when texting Liam and only made sure that his colleagues were far away when he took the phone out. He hadn’t bothered to check if anyone else was there and hence he had missed the presence of Claire completely. Claire, who had been watching every move of the warriors, had grown suspicious when Malcolm, the guy who was among the men she asked to bring the warriors’ bodies back to the pack, still lingered in the forest. When she realised that he had exchanged his post with a guy from the group which was assigned the task of finding a way down the cliff, she had a feeling that she had finally found Liam’s spy.If he had to go back to the pack with the bodies, he couldn’t spy on her and hence he couldn’t volunteer to do it. If he wanted to spy on her, he needed to stay

Sebastian frowned at Patrick hearing his advice. With how sacred werewolves viewed their mates, they rarely chose someone other than their mates as their life partners. Knowing that, how dare he ask him to choose someone who was not his mate?! But then Sebastian noticed the knowing glint in Patrick’s eyes.Wait! Didn’t the guy just tease him about having a woman in the Ashwood pack? Did that mean he knew something about him and Claire? But how was that possible? Was it just a coincidence, or was there more to it? Whatever it was, the doubt that someone like Patrick would know about his relationship with Claire didn’t sit well with Sebastian. Still, there was nothing he could do other than ignoring the jerk’s taunts.Sebastian shook off his doubts before glaring at Patrick. He wanted Sebastian to choose a wife, huh? The nerve!Sebastian opened his mouth to reject his ‘advice’, but before he could do it, Patrick turned to Sasha. Sasha was standing there with a worried look after hearing

While the warriors tried to find a way down the cliff, Claire walked back to the place where the rogue laid dead. She crouched down near him before staring into his unseeing eyes, which seemed to be accusing her of letting him get killed. With a sigh, she leaned forward and closed his eyes. She now knew that it was Malcolm who killed the rogue, but still, one question remains. How? How did he kill the guy? Her gaze fell on the bloodstains on the rogue’s chest, making it obvious that he had died because of a stab wound there. But the warrior who saw him die had said that the guy just fell over dead all of a sudden. So it wasn’t by direct stabbing with a sword or knife, because Malcolm wasn’t standing close enough for the warrior to see him. And it couldn’t have been a gun too, since no one had heard a gun go off. So what exactly caused his death? Claire looked at his bloodied shirt before lifting it, revealing his skin, which was ridden with battle scars. She let out a gasp when her

"Scattered on the ground?" Claire asked, her face turning pale as the implications of the news hit her. Did that mean…The warrior sighed before speaking again."These medicines were scattered on the ground and the grass in the area was crushed." He gulped nervously before continuing. "There were bloodstains all over the ground. It looked as if a fight had taken place there."Claire stared at the man with wide eyes as realization dawned on her. Someone attacked her father and took him away!"Hurry! Take me to that place!" Claire shouted in panic, fear for her father’s safety rising inside her again.Seeing her frantic state, the men obliged to her demand without any question. With the warriors leading the way, Claire rushed towards the place where they had found the medicines.As Claire stood in front of the place where the warriors stopped, she looked around in panic. Once her gaze fell on the bloodstains on the ground, her knees turned weak as fear gripped her heart. The metallic sc

It has been two days since Claire started searching for her father. They have been following the trail led by the scent of the herbs in Gavin’s body and on the way; the rogues have attacked them four times so far. Nearly everyone in her group was injured in the fights, but luckily, there were no casualties so far. With the help of Nathan’s medicines, which were nothing short of magical, they were all healing real fast even for werewolves. If not for him, they may have even lost a few lives by this time, if she had to be honest.Claire sighed as she sat on top of a rock, wincing as the movement made the wound in her hand hurt. She looked down at the makeshift bandage in her hand, the scent of the herbs calming her as she took a deep breath. If not for this medicine, the gash in her hand would have taken at least a week to heal, even with her speedy healing. She was lucky to have found Nathan on this journey!Claire thought of her father, whose whereabouts were still unknown. She wonder