[Lucien’s POV]I had thought about it again and again, and although I was sure that our lives would never remain the same if Nivera should have the child, I also somehow knew that it would be worse if she never had the child.There I was, sitting in the park, and just then, a boy of around seven years old ran up to me smiling, exposing his missing front teeth and he handed over to me a loose kite.I stared down at it, wondering why he had decided to approach me of all people. I never had a smile on my face and no one ever spoke to me first and avoided me as much as possible. I knew what he wanted and not saying a word, I helped him out with the kite so he could fly it properly then handed it back to him.“Thank you,” he said, then turned around and left.I stood up from the bench and walked to leave the park, not knowing why I had come there to think of all places, knowing fully well that there would be a lot of people around since it was a sunny Saturday, which was also the day Niver

Five years later[Nivera’s POV]“Luca, where are you now?” I asked, careful not to shout in order not to disturb the people around.I reasoned he was probably playing hide-and-seek again with me, but without telling me, and I had agreed with Lucien to not make use of my abilities to find him anytime something like that happened. We were trying to be normal people, after all.“I’m sorry, have you seen my son? He has curly brown hair and eyes with chubby cheeks,” I said to an old lady who was struggling with pulling her overloaded trolley.“Do you know how many people’s kids match that description? Please, be on your way and don’t bother me,” she said, dismissively.“Well, I tried my best, Lucien,” I said in a whisper, then sniffed the air to catch Luca’s scent, and as soon as I caught a whiff of it, I immediately followed the scent.From the looks of it, he was where they sold ice-cream at the mall. I definitely should have looked over there first. He had a great love for ice-cream whi

[Tyler’s POV]It was a small thatched cottage which appeared to have seen many years. The carriage ride to this cottage, while following the instructions on the map had been so long, but since I had already begun the journey, I couldn’t turn back. I just hoped that all the troubles were worth it in the end, and that I finally got a solution to restore my Pack to its former glory.I knocked twice on the door, but there was no answer. Apart from the rustling of trees, there was no other sound coming from around the environment or even from the house. The cottage was in a quiet area, and I suspected that it was either I had lost my way or there was no one at home; preferably the latter.I looked around, and not seeing anyone, I tried opening the old wooden door whose paint was washed off with holes in it. As expected, the door was opened and it made a creaky sound as I opened it wider and stepped inside what was the darkest room I had ever laid my eyes on.“Hello, is anyone here?” I call

[Tyler’s POV]Meeting with the witch, Celeste, had made me understand how I could save the lives of the people I had left. If the other werewolf communities could find a way to go through my Palace gates, it meant that we were not safe even in the Palace that was expected to be a safe haven.When she spoke about Lucien, the vampire whose face still haunted me in my dreams from time-to-time, I remembered the world I had gone to when I was in search of Nivera. It was a whole different world, beyond the knowledge of any of my werewolf counterparts, and it got me thinking. If I could get my people to that world, they would be safe.Since it appeared that they were mostly humans, nothing was stopping us from migrating there and pretending to be one of them, while we were werewolves in secret. I had no idea on how to go about it, but it seemed to be the only way out for all of us.I couldn’t just let the Crescent Pack go extinct like that. I needed to do something, anything at all, to save

[Tyler’s POV]“How is my precious Carl Washington doing today?” Jocelyn asked as she stepped into the study room. I had been expecting her presence after seeing the terrestrial ball she called a portal dancing next to the door.I shrugged. “I’ll never get used to that name,” I said.“It’s okay. I can just call you Tyler if you’re more comfortable with that. It’s not like the authorities are always present to monitor everything we have to say,” she explained, then sat down on a stool beside me and eyed the map I had been working on.A month ago, all the documents had been processed and finalised, and I had been able to move to New Orleans with my family, as well as the other members of the Crescent Pack who had also acquired new identities.The estate I had been able to acquire was more than enough to house the remaining members of our Pack, and slowly, we had been adapting to the human way of life and maintaining our territory.In the near future, we were going to transform more human