"Damn it! That Axel is as stupid as he could get! What a fucking cunt!" A red-haired man, bloodied and wounded, leaned against a Wisteria Tree. His white-as-pearl canines flashed when he grinned. The predatory glint within his golden eyes shone like embers of insanity amid the darkness that surrounded him like a cloak. He was ambushed. Just as he was on his way to the Blood Claws Pack after years of absence, his dear ‘friend’ decided to surprise him with a very 'warm' welcome. And now, he, Luke Cain, was wounded by the loyal mutts of his beloved friend. His claws that retracted just now throbbed upon remembering what happened to the foolish subordinates of Axel Crescent – the vindictive and petty son of a bitch. They were all dismembered. Not a single limb was attached to their bodies, not even their heads. Luke looked forward to the moment that his beloved friend would match make the severed body parts together. Imagining Axel's grim expression was like a douse of medicine to his w

"You alright, Alpha Dylan?"Twigs snapped as Diana inched herself closer to the unmoving werewolf. Now crouching a mere meter from the heaving furred beast before her, she poked the werewolf's tail with a stick she happened to pick up.‘Is there really no one around? Where are the goddamn gammas when I need them?’Dian felt that there was more than meets the eye in this situation.With her chin atop her knees, Diana's right arm trembled when she dared push the tail away from the convulsing rogue's rear."Fuck. Hey, can you hear me? Should I call your people? Where are they? Is this a part of your plan of some sort?" Diana half yelled – though it was all in her head since her supposed yell was only a tone higher than her whisper by a hairbreadth.Diana cocked her head and mumbled to herself. "I am sure that I met his gaze earlier." Biting her lower lip, she inched her bare feet closer – enough for her to poke his back.A cluster of clouds moved, paving the way for a single ray of light

DIANA’S EARS twitched upon hearing the growl behind the door when she was about to enter. Though her hearing and smelling senses were not as astounded as the alpha in her home, her ears were quite handy for certain dangers in her midst. As soon as she turned the knob, her beaten door – made of vines and tree trunks – groaned. Diana was forced to swallow the clog in her throat as her heart pounded – a familiar feeling whenever she was regretting something idiotic that she had done AKA last night’s incident.Flicking her wrist, a trace of magic surrounded her face as she willed through her mind what she wanted.She wanted to make her face unrecognizable for Dylan. And after leaving this place, he would forget this part of his experience as if it never happened.Fully confident with her novice magic, Diana pushed forward.“Are you awake, Alpha Cain?” Taking a peek, half of her face popped from the barely opened door. Diana glanced at what was transpiring inside her temporary room. Sudden

Hundreds of footsteps from the wide major streets made of cobblestones to the murky roads in the back alley were all buried by the sound of traditional music instrumentals from the open bars around the area. The buzzing chatters from merchants who came from the farthest part of the continent gathered at the central town of the Blood Claws Pack. The central town was the alpha’s grounds. Hundreds of imposing buildings surrounded by canyons watched the history of one pack loved by the goddess to bloom into one big pack, followed by hundreds of wolves. Blood Claws Pack was above all loved by the moon goddess, for they were specially crafted for two seasons as the goddess loomed over them with one great smile—or so the legend said. But some would say that the Blood Claws Pack was cursed and not blessed by the Moon Goddess for having an alpha like Alpha Dylan Cain. Other packs would say that he was not destined for a mate – but here she was, reborn with witchy abilities. Though the Blood C

Hours before the call from Beta Seymor to Diana... “Alpha Dylan, our men received your command. They are on their way to the Crescent Pack,” said the man, wrapped in a cloak. The lush forest reflected on his deep emerald eyes with a good amount of specks of gold. He stared ahead while he was one step behind the towering man, who was also in a cloak. Around them were dozens of people who were also wearing cloaks from a variety of fabrics—they made theirs as pungent as possible to confuse their enemies with their original scents. Disappearing and appearing between the pine trees and the oak trees that littered the northern territorial entrance of the Crescent Pack, people from different packs would pass by this part since this was a no-man territory and it was the shortest roué to the Werewolf Committee. A fraction of his blonde locks protruded from the hood while he was keeping up with the other man’s pace. “Crescent is a lively place to settle in, yeah? Too bad it did not treat Miss