AUTHORESS' POV “So, did you find anything?” they demanded as Rissa and Albert entered. Rissa fell weakly to the ground, and they stared at her with concern. “Everything Demetrius said was right. He was right from the very beginning. I was such a terrible mate that I believed Xerxes over my mate,” she cried inwardly. “What's this? This should be in Wolfgang's Pack, so why is it in the Crescent Pack?” one of them said aloud. “Xerxes must have stolen it six years ago. That was why he tried everything to get close to me. That son of a bingo knew my weak points all along.” Rissa uttered with pain in her voice. The book they were looking at was the “Biography Of Legends,” which contains the weakness of the Seer Wolf, that was Isidora in her previous life. Xerxes must have read it, and everything he did was just to weaken the Seer Wolf in her. “That means Alpha Xerxes is the reason you lost your powers. How preposterous!” Albert exclaimed. Rissa kept silent and starte

AUTHOR'S POV Demetrius knew that Carrisa's stay in the Crescent Pack would be dangerous now that he knew Xerxes was the murderer of those ten messengers. He was surprised by how hypocritical Xerxes could be and how perfectly he had cleared everything without leaving a specific trace. He left for the palace and dropped all the equipment he had used. He picked up his wolf sword and took a horse. The guards at the gate were reluctant, but seeing the permission Alpha Miguel had given him, they allowed him to leave. Demetrius raced outside Wolfgang Pack but felt someone was within the greenwood. He stopped the horse and studied his environment. Suddenly, he took off from the horse, using his superspeed, and pointed his sword at the intruder. “I'm not trying to harm you, my Lord. I've been trying to get into the Pack, but they wouldn't even open up. Lady Carrisa wants to meet you at the place she met you the last time. Please don't let go of her this time around. Else, the A

AUTHORESS' POV “You mean Demetrius was acting weird after he came back from the autopsy office?” Alpha Miguel demanded again, and Craspina nodded. Valeria paced back and forth with worry. “Can you do anything, like try to find out where he is right now?” They had been trying to mind-link Demetrius, but none were able to. Valeria shook her head negatively at her mate's request. “My mind is filled with worry at the moment. To communicate with my powers now will be exhausting,” Miguel nodded in understanding. He stood up from his throne seat and almost fell down as he felt a sharp pain in his heart. “She is in trouble. Her heartbeat is really faint!” Valeria held him as he managed to pull himself together. “I'm just going to attempt to get their location this once.” Caesar stayed behind Miguel while they all hoped Valeria would succeed. They knew it was likely that Demetrius and Carissa were with each other. Valeria was trying her best to concentrate, but she

AUTHOR'S POV A MONTH LATER “You mean all the officials in our Pack refused to attend Miguel's burial?” Valeria demanded angrily, and Ceasor nodded sadly. Miguel had requested that his body shouldn't be buried. His funeral was done just like the time of ancient werewolves. Their body was put in a coffin and sent through an ocean no one knew the end of. The women and children were present, except for the officials. Valeria knew their minds already. They wanted her to step down and crown another Alpha or crown Prince Shaquan. She knew the burden would be too much for Shaquan and didn't care what they thought, but she wasn't going to crown a six-year-old child as the Alpha. They turned to leave but heard a battalion shouts. They were on their way to the palace. Valeria frowned since she wasn't notified before the Pack's gate was opened to some strangers. She sat down, ready for anything they were ready to say, and was a little surprised when she saw all the officials moving wi

Author's point of viewThe silent hall was steeped in darkness, with the only light coming from a single spotlight that shone down upon a young woman standing in the center of the room. The walls were draped in deep shades of purple and pink, with delicate twinkle lights twinkling softly in the background. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and other sweet flowers, their fragrance wafting through the air. She was dressed in an exquisite short skirt of pink silk and a silver blouse of lace, with delicate sparkles glinting in the light. Her hair was a cascade of gentle waves, with a few strands framing her face in an alluring, enticing manner. She was popularly known as Kristen Kim, the second-trending female celebrity in Canada. She had planned to give Alexander, her fiancé, a surprise proposal, and he lured to the hall through wrong information. She danced to the rhythm of the slow romantic music with a smile on her face. Detective Alexander walked in stealthily with