Amelia found herself in the center of a tower, barely illuminated by the grey moonlight. The doors and windows of the tower were flung open yet not a single wind blew in the tower. The air itself was humid and stale.　　The walls of the tower were titanic and round as though she stood at the bottom of a well.　　Through a square cut on the crown of the tower, grey moonlight slithered in. the tower was bare of any objects and designs left for the mirror, which hung unsupported in the air.　　The surface of the looking glass shone like clear waters under the glow of the moonlight.　　Amelia slowly stepped forward and peered into the mirror only for to see herself briefly reflected on it and then her reflection opened its mouth while her own mouth was close and begun screaming soundlessly, its hair whipped around by a gust of heavy wind while her hair remained still.　　Suddenly, her reflection on the mirror dissolved into an old haggy woman, whose back was crooked a

　　Esme was chanting to herself after she returned to her cave in the forest that created a boundary between Ancientrova and Valeria.　　Happy tears coursed down her sagged cheeks as she thought her whereabouts had been successful. After the Hybrid Werewolf King Lucas Conroy ignored her admonitions and went ahead to save his mate, she had hoped they would remain hostage of Fehr Rahl, the true blood vampire king.　　But Alas, she heard that the King was back in the Castle. She did not give up until two nights ago that she was able to appear in his mate’s dream.　　“I curse you, Alpha King Conroy and hope your mate will hate you after she knows of what you did to her kinsmen!” she muttered, shaking her head.　　That said, Esme thrust aside the tattered hangings that covered the entrance to her cave and ambled into the cold darkness.　　She fumbled about, trying to rekindle a dying flame in the hearth. Then all of a sudden, she stiffened, her head snapping up.　　“Hello, Who’s there?” sh

　　The blood drained from Sian’s face as she stumbled back in denial, “What…?”　　Amelia immediately reached for the stunned she-wolf who recoiled from everyone.　　Time seemed to slow as everyone looked at the human girl, a look of shock in their eyes.　　Arian’s eyes were feral, his teeth bared as he repeated, “Mate,” the word slipping out of his lips like a familiar song and he went rigid all over as everything he had built up to this day came crashing into pieces.　　She couldn’t be his mate; she was not his mate. How? He already mated to his beloved. Moreover, she was a human and he was a werewolf. It was dreadful. It was unbelievable.　　And it was terrible timing above all else. He felt a surge of panic as he glanced across the halls at Sian, realizing what he had to do. What he had to do to remain loyal to his beloved, Sian…the mother to his pups. He would have to hate her. Hate the human. That was the only way the human would be safe. Sian had an unhealthy temperament.　　“What?” the

　　Amelia could feel his heartbeat slow beneath her fingertips at her words, almost as though he held his breath.　　He turned to his side to look into her eyes, “My lady…I can explain.”　　She placed a light finger over his lips, “Hush my love, you do not have to say anything. You did what you had to do. It was for the best.”　　At this point, Conroy’s heartbeat had increased and it was racing beneath her palm, “What are you talking about, Amelia?”　　“What you did…truth is you do not want Sian to hurt Arian’s second mate more than she has already, so you sent her to her father’s pack until she feels calm enough to return to the castle.”　　The next breath escaped from his lungs in a whoosh, he had thought she meant Chorleywood…　　He laid back, this time facing the stone ceilings of Amelia’s chambers, “Arian is wounded. He would never hurt Sian intentionally.” His voice was gruff.　　Amelia curled into him, “I know. Arian loves her a lot. Sian has refused to talk to anyone since the girl was

　　Conroy secretly dreaded that they would soon reach Chorleywood as it lay beyond the next stretch of trees. Their ride from Valeria to the forest had been quite gloomy and barely few words has been spoken between them. Her eyes growing dim, her cheeks paler and her smile dwindled as they rode.　　Taking her to Chorleywood became a task he’d wished he shied away from.　　“Are you sure you want this? We can turn back if you want, Chorleywood is no more than half a league away.”　　Conroy asked with a stern expression betraying his concern for Amelia as she turned in her saddle, head cocked to one side and her hair blew wildly behind her.　　“No, I must do this. I owe it to myself. I cannot hide from this. I have seen how my parents and clansmen were brutally murdered, I need to avenge their deaths.” She said with a stubborn jut of her chin, “If I regain my memory when we arrive there, do you give me your word to help me kill whoever did that to them?”　　Conroy blanched as he tightly wound t