Two silhouettes stood against the small windowpanes of the inn they were staying.The whistling of the wind muted the rattling of the glass windows, for the howls brought by the storm were becoming more violent as the sands of time seeped through the wolven folks’ fingers.The flames from the fireplace swayed upon the wind that was able to penetrate the wooden ceilings and brick walls of the dingy inn. Because of this, coldness permeated the constricted area of their room which reminded the two of their homeland.As of now, the Crescent Pack seemed to be eerily silent. The warriors, though many as they were, did not even sense their unwanted presence within their premises. Even with the raging storm, their so-called top-class security was frowned upon by the Blood Claws Pack members.The man standing behind the other one cleared his throat to snap the latter’s attention. “Alpha, what is the next plan?”The Beta could not contain his curiosity, for he knew what the air around his Alpha

‘Is that Dylan? Did he discover that I have some witchy spells under my sleeves? He will kill me if he knows!’ Diana thought as she remained still. She was holding her breath. With squinting eyes, she turned her head to the side. Her back was against the wet bricks of the second floor of a merchant’s store. Diana’s feet were barely maintaining an equal footing as she climbed to the two-story merchant store. With her feet tiptoeing on the gutters, both of her hands were gripping the brick wall with the help of her protruding canines. She left a dent in the brick wall, leaving for sure a trail of her claws against the brick wall for everyone to see when the sun would finally show up… if it would show up. Her back was against the wall, barely touching the bricks. Drips of translucent liquid fell from her shin. The heavy rain which was her doing helped her erase her scent against the crazed black-furred wolf – who happened to be the mate she blocked – who was also

The moonlight shone the brightest ever since the storm from yesterday night had passed. The citizens of the Crescent Pack thought that the worst finally passed by. What was left for them to do was to return to their homes after evacuating and help each other in cleaning the massive amount of water littering inside their houses or their buildings. But they were in for something more. The moment the first ray of sunlight peeked at the high skies, chasing the darkness away, deltas marched around the Crescent Pack’s central town – sniffing and growling. As the gammas, Crescent Pack’s healers, set up their small tents for free check-ups and consultation if there were injured wolves and visitors during the storm that lasted a day, the deltas rounded up every nook and cranny of the central town. Yet no smell of the wanted Diana Ritchell or a witch was ever found. After all, all lingering traces of what transpired at the back alley of the central town were all mistaken as the debris of t

CONTINUATION OF FLASHBACK OF THAT NIGHT…‘This is bad! With my parents gone and me on the run for a crime I never did, the stability of Crescent Pack can be weakened and the rogues will take this chance to attack! Alpha Nathan and his minions are busy wagging their tails to the Werewolf Committee…’With widened eyes, Diana thought as she snapped her head to Rakiz Lemoir, who was looking down at her. With the way his clever eyes gleamed even with the absolute darkness, she could tell that he was thinking the same thing as her.‘I need to tell this to my mate! Only he can stop this! But how can I approach him now when he is looking for the witch like some headless fly? How?’With questions bombarding her frenzied mind, she flicked her wrist once more.On cue, the flashes of the zaps of lightning bolts littered the darkened sky, eliciting a collective of gasps within the evacuation inns littering around the Cresce

DIANA CLIMBED DOWN from the brick rooftop. Her senses were on high alert as her back was against the wall while her claws secured him from falling. With the heightened senses of the werewolves, she held her breath while willing the air around her to stir, erasing the woodland scent she was sporting.Two arm’s lengths more. She needed to climb down two arms length more so she could land herself on the terrace of Lina’s room.Lina was Shananel’s adopted daughter. Just to shut up Diana’s grandparents when they were still alive, Shananel adopted a little girl as a compensation for not taking any man for herself. This child was left in the Crescent Pack’s old pack house when Shananel left to be an elder of the Werewolf Committee.In her two lives, Lina showed Diana how she knew every nook and cranny of the Crescent Pack – this meant she also knew about the Moon’s Tears.Diana moved like a cat rather than wolf. With thi