Val stood riveted to a spot, then turned to give Alex a long and hard stare. She didn't say anything for a very long time. Alex stared back hard at her, his breathing became laboured. The fact that Val was trying to do something that concerned their daughter's life without even taking permission from him or at least telling him what she was planning to do was annoying enough. But not as annoying as what she was doing right now. He thought. He had just asked her a simple question, andall she could was just stand there and keep on staring at him as though he were a fool. He forced a smile. A smile that held meaning. One that suppressed a lot of emotions. "Val, I just asked you a question and I demand an answer." Emotions welled up inside Val until she thought she could just drown in it. She shouldn't be doing this, and she knew it too. But she had to, that was the only way she would save their daughter. She knew Alex would never agree with her to consult witches and wizards. "Don't

Val stood outside the door, staring at the apartment for a very long time. She promised herself that by the time she comes back here, Sophie would be feeling well, and back to normal. Alex voice rang in her ears again. "You'll take responsibility with your life!!" The voice resonated throughout her entire body as if a speaker was inserted into her system. No! she thought. Nobody was going to die just like Matilda had said. Nothing bad would happen to Sophie and she would make sure she got her the best treatment. The buzzing in her ears was temper, and she was sure if it. She was pained by what Alex had said. She couldn't have imagined him saying all that to her. The dizziness of the outraged emotions, and the pain in her heart was a violent combination of both guilt and pain. She began running towards the garage with Sophie in her arms. But she felt as though someone were running with her, inside her, as desperately unhapoy as she, as bitterly and hopeless. She looked behind her,

Val woke up alone on top of her bed, still dressed in her pyjamas, a comforter keeping her warm. It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning, and she had no idea where Alex was or where he had gone to. The real question here was did he even sleep on the bed with her? He'd obviously carried her to the bed. She just knew it, but the realization was both heartwarming and unnerving. She wondered if he'd slept at all. She was guessing not. He was probably still angry with her for what she had done yesterday. He was probably still thinking about how stubborn and strong headed she had been. Trying to go on a journey with Sophie alone, and without protection. And the part that would pain him the most was that she hadn't even listened to him at all. Would he hold it against her? Would he start giving her the silent treatment? She swung her legs off the bed and headed for the shower. She needed to redeem herself, She needed to know if he was still angry with her. She needed to know if he had

Alex's wolf, Gary shook his body and his white furs bounced proudly on his back. "Mom, you're staying right here," he repeated. And was out of the office in the next moment as the office door banged shut. Once outside, Gary let out a howl drawing the attention of a demon wolf that had his back to him. The demon wolf turned and the only thing Alex could think about for a while was, what the fuck? What kind of a creature was this? he thought. In fact they shouldn't be called demon wolves at all, rather they should be called demon monster because what in goodness name was this? The demon wolf was twice in size as a normal werewolf, and he had a very ugly face. To Alex, the demon wolf that had just turned to look at him looked like shit. The face was that of a human, then he had very long fangs, longer than a regular werewolf's fangs and his claws were showing in his feet and hands. He also had two horns etched deep into two sides of his skull. He had the features of a human and wolf. I

Roshan stood in front of his warriors, moving stealthily around and listening carefully for the slightest movement. Where could the Red Moon Pack bastards have gone? he wondered. He scanned the entire environment, he looked up at the sky, still he found not even a trace of them. He began stamping his feet on the ground to check if they had dug the earth up to cover themselves, but the ground was still as sturdy as ever. Then out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a foot track. He snorted contemptuously. Bastards been thinking they're smart, huh? He thought. He started tracing the track, moving carefully forward. Then he came to the end of the track. He gritted his teeth in anger. "Bastards!" he growled angrily. He started going from where he had first seen the track. All of a sudden, he stopped as if a thought had occured to him. He put a finger in his lips, signalling his pack members to be as quiet as they could be. Slowly, he raised his head up to stare up at the trees. "Stand