Moon's pov We drove to my old packground with Alpha Malcom's men and his Beta. We could have shifted and ran, but we wanted to save our energy for the battle that was to come. We would all be meeting there and then split up into four different groups. Most of these group had one or more member of each pack, this way we could still communicate with each other. Tabitha had another idea, how some of us could communicate, but I didn’t feel she realized what her idea might actually mean. “You mean, when she suggested Kai marks you as well? So you’d be able to mindlink? And he’d might be strong enough to withstand Helena’s magic?” Angela growled. She was pissed with me for dismissing Tabitha's idea so easily. But I couldn’t do that to Kai. Since I had marked him, he would be able to feel me getting hurt. But once we were both marked, we would be tied together forever and it would hurt even more if I died. It would be too hard to deal with, losing your mate. Enough to hinder him, during

Moon’s pov I ran ahead, my eyes focused on where I needed to go. I knew if I saw any of my packmembers in pain, that my instinct would make me run towards them and help. But we had a mission. I had to think of the bigger picture. We needed to kill Helena and Norman. Helena first, because even while not looking at the battle around me, I could tell her magic was influencing our people and hers. Yes, hers. Because they were no longer the Crimson Moon pack’s people, they were mindless zombies killing anyone on sight. Even though we had pulled a lot of the soldiers away from the border, we still ran into some resistance. I fought with Alpha Magnus and his wolves, pushing passed them to get to our goal. Kai seemed hesitant to fight, maybe he was still unsure of his strength. I knew that if he had both his hands, things would be different. The closer we got to the border, the crazier people were becoming. I couldn’t tell who was who. Someone grabbed me, slicing their claws through my ski

Moon’s pov “Daddy, I’m home!” A loud growl came from somewhere in the packhouse. Would he come here or would he hide like the coward he I and attack me when I least expected it. “Come out, come out.” I taunted, “your long lost daughter is here for a reunion. Don’t you want to see your “little helper” before you die?” He ran down the stairs and stood in front of me, a look of disgust on his face. “A little cockroach would be a better name, you just won’t die.” He spat out. Evil man, I had called him. And he was, evil. But I wasn’t scared like I used to be. When I looked at the man I thought was my father for all these years, I felt disgusted, disappointed and anger. He wasn’t as scary anymore now that he couldn’t control me. Norman looked at the freshly healed mark on my neck. “To be tied to a murderous crazy bitch like you, Raider must have been so desperate.” “You did that, not me. You forced me to kill.” I growled. Norman laughed, an evil laugh that boomed through the hallw

Moon’s pov My father took me to my granddad’s body. He warned me about it, but actually seeing it, was something else. There was hardly anything to recognize that he was a human being. It was as if someone had made a statue out of my granddad. A bloody, black, statue. I sat near his body, crying. Blaming myself. Then something unexpected happened. I honestly thought I had remembered everything in my life of importance, but now that the symbols on my back had disappeared, more were coming up. They were flooding my mind. I remembered things from when I was really young in so much detail. “Do I have like an eidetic memory or something?” I asked Angela. Or maybe it was because I got it all back at once? I closed my eyes, because it was overwhelming to the point that I couldn’t focus on anything else. One by one the memories faded and one in particular came to me. . . . “Why are you here today, Freya?” the packdoctor asked. Mom looked at me. “Honey, go play in the corner okay?”

So, I felt bad, for once again messing up names. So you get a free chapter. I'll pay more attention to it in the future. I just have a lot of stuff going on and sometimes I have trouble with names. But I hate it, just as much as you do. Or even more. Hope you like this chapter. It's from Ronin's pov and it gives you a brief summary of why Moon was just sitting there. Ronin’s pov Fucking Raider Kaito Remington. I know he has gone through a lot, hell, I was here for most of it. But he is being selfish and pushing everyone away. It shouldn’t be this hard. Angela and I finally are able to talk, now that they’ve marked each other. But even before we could talk, we loved each other. We are two half of a whole and I don’t get why humans have to make it so damn difficult all the time. Pack politics, lies? Just kill whoever is bothering you and go live your stupid lives. Let me have my love. Angela is amazing. She is smart, strong and one hell of a fighter. And her white fur? It’s fucking