-THIRD PERSON'S POV*Forbes and a platoon were stationed above grounds at the ruined building that Heron and Sage descended through to enter the tunnels. While Beedo and Axel remained at the old railway station. Unfortunately, they were all cut off from communication with Heron and Sage’s team. A double explosion was loud enough to alert them that the situation in the tunnel gravely escalated.As they held their positions, the sun blessed the earth and retreated into hiding so that the moon took its place again. No sign of Heron or Sage and their men. In war, nothing could be counted to go smoothly. Each man prayed for the best. With Axel as the next in rank, he called the shots.Alpha Reno Reven and Gamma Wayne arrived in his humvee at the location to assess the progress being made in his territory.“Any luck finding Whorms?” Alpha Reven inquired, facing Axel at the head of the tunnel on the railway tracks.“There’s been no movement outside,” Axel updated. “The motherfuckers bombed u

-HERON'S POV* My new Black Audi Urbansphere Minivan parked behind the BMW i8 as we arrived at the pack house to find a list of people at the front waiting. My Bentley is still around for other purposes or Sage can have it. However, this minivan is special because Simon added special features to it. For one, I can enter the vehicle with my wheelchair and there’s enough room for me inside. Once the door opens, there are operational buttons on a square grey pad at the back of the passenger’s seat. I can press the buttons on it or use the built-in remote on my wheelchair to extend the lift that projects from the doorway. I simply get on it and use the remote to get into the Minivan. There’s an allotted space for my wheelchair that clamps the wheels and holds them in place as we travel. The Minivan can accommodate two other people but they will have to use the opposite door for entry. Simon is a freaking genius. I tell him what I need and he figures it out. From the small group that bu

-MIKAYLA’S POV* It felt good to be back at the cottage. I slept though I missed being in the arms of my Alpha. I knew that he would make everything alright because I trusted him. It pleased my heart that he believed in me. I took a long warm bath and relaxed my nerves. Stilling my thoughts and enjoying the serenity of the moment. The stench of the dungeon still abides in my nostrils. It made me feel extra dirty. The moon's discreet bow grew its mystic light in the sombre sky. On this windless night, like a lamp in the air of the dusky blue, her radiance kisses me through the window panes. After a time, I slipped out and into one of Heron’s T-shirt before climbing into bed once more. Chippy orbed on my nightstand. I extended my right palm and he sat in it. "Well, what did you find out?" He must have completed the mission that I sent him on to snoop around CasterMoon for anything that could help my case. Chippy went chuck-chuck as he spoke to me. Varla's heart flat-lined twice b

-MIKAYLA’S POV* “No.” “What?” He let his brow furrow in disbelief. “Baby, don’t be like this.” When I attempted to climb out of his lap, his inelastic hold on my waist hindered my movement. The proposal was absurd. Earlier, I had believed that he had gotten me acquitted. Marking me was useless because I was about to die. “Mikayla, why would you deny us this? I can finally mark you; make you my official Luna.” Heron’s face shut down, going from highly expectant to disappointment in a heartbeat. “What’s the point when I’m a dying woman? You should mark the next woman who will stand at your side.” Tears gathered in my wide-open eyes. Our entire time together was a bankrupt dream. This was awfully sweet, tempting, and utterly unfair. “I have to. Please let us have this, even if it’s for a couple of days.” His face set into hard lines. “It’s time to officiate you as my Luna.” He came to a complete halt, swallowed, and fixed his intense need on me in such a way that I was unable to ev

-MIKAYLA’S POV* Barefooted, I was clad in a long red gown that touched the ground. Red signified the shedding of blood and sinfulness. It's the day of my death for the crimes that I did not commit. I had to walk the crucifixion path from the cottage to Davidan Forest, which is south of the territory. With the soles of my feet grated against the dirt and pebbles, I came upon a clearing in the middle of the forest where the sun scorched the green pigmentation from the grass, turning it brown and crisp. The fierce sun's combative photons, which scorched my ivory skin, had no wind to temper them. Amidst the green field was the stake consisting of a tall pillar with a large pile of firewood and stones at the base for torching. All the Elders stood to the left, while the Alpha and Luna and warriors were on the right. Valen was at the stake, waiting for me. Because Heron had marked me, the majority of the pack was mournful. I felt their pain, while they felt mine. I gripped the sides of