Harper thought about the entire happenstance on her way back to the camp. She does not have a watch but she guessed it was already 1 in the morning. The night has deepened, making everything look pitch black. A large cloud has also covered the moon and with it, the only source of light she can have at this time. The late-night stroll caused her about 13 minutes until she reached the camp. Now, everything was brighter with the torches at the trunk of the trees, placed sturdily. However, everyone’s asleep. It was only her that was awake. She doesn’t recognize the tent where Shahila was staying but every tent in the area looked the same. And every tent’s light was off so Harper guessed Shahila has gone back to sleep as soon as she arrived. The window where she passed when she gone out was now closed, locked inside. A small worry crossed her mind. That only meant one thing: someone knew she was out of the camp. She clicked her tongue and looked at the door. She wondered if someone woul

“WHAT?!” That was the first reaction Brayden Lucas said over the phone when morning came and Shahila gave him a second phone call for the day. It was unexpected. That’s when he knew there was something serious about that subsequent one. Shahila had to move the phone away from her ears for a few inches. It wasn’t on speaker but Brayden’s loud voice amplified. “It was Damon who told me himself.” – he placed a palm on her forehead. He couldn’t believe it… or what’s more suited term would be… he doesn’t want to believe it.“How sure are you of this?”“I’m a hundred percent sure. Damon isn’t the kind to tell me lies or pretensions. He trusts me too much.” -Shahila said and bit her lower lip. A pang of guilt eroded over her, thinking of how easy it was for her to betray him behind his back. “I… wow, this is big news.”“I know…”“Thank you for telling me, Shahila. Don’t let them out of your sight. I’ll call you as soon as I thought of a plan.”Shahila ended the call.Brayden kept the pho

Uneasiness crawled up her body like spiders. Harper couldn’t help but look at the camp’s entrance every minute. The voice inside her head kept telling her there will be someone to come. Someone who won’t bring good news to the camp, but only destruction. Harper’s almost sure this is a predilection, but Shahila showed no sign of believing her.“You’re making me dizzy, Harper. Stop turning your head every ten seconds.” – Shahila snapped.Harper bit her lower lip. It didn’t feel right to just lean back and relax. She was sure she didn’t feel agitated for nothing. “I’m sorry… But I couldn’t be sure unless Damon comes back unscathed.”Shahila laughed.“You really are a newbie. Damon haven’t lost a battle yet. If there comes one. Also, he’s coming to the city, blend in with the humans. If they’re someone who should be afraid of that setup. It will be the humans, not him.”Harper nodded, giving herself some benefit of the doubt. This is not something she’d love to be right about. She’d love

Damon was on his way home when he saw many cars and motorbikes parked at the foot of the forest. It was unusual, as the place he had chosen was more on the country side. Only a few men in the camp have their wheels and they were deposited someplace for safekeeping. He’s sure these vehicles don’t belong to his men. He checked them individually, looking for some insignia of its identity. The parked motorbikes have the small model, as oppose to the variety of cars. However, there’s one thing common to all of them. They were all marked with a seal. A familiar wolf crest.Blood moon.Black claw marks.He cursed when he realized what it was. Or rather, to whom the crest belongs to: The First Red Blood pack.Damon didn’t waste no time and jogged towards the woods. He knew every tree and path therein like the back of his hand. He didn’t need a map. All he could think about was the safety of the camp… and most of all, his queen. He met the alpha once, he can’t risk losing her again. He then

Shahila waited, her made up lie about what happened at her grasp. She already made sure there’s no lose ends in what she was about to say to the king. She even has an excuse on how the protective spell was removed and how the invaders entered the camp. She knew it was a bad thing, but she decided to name Aida as the traitor. It was the only excuse she can think of. That… or she turn herself in and be the one to be prosecuted instead. She can’t afford that now. Who is Aida, anyway? She’s just one of her servants. Well, she should serve. In whatever manner. The waiting took forever. As she sat on the common room’s steps, pretending to assist the wounded wolves to the infirmary so they can be treated, she couldn’t help but notice that the king hasn’t arrived yet. He also didn’t leave any message with anyone in the camp. She was starting to worry.“Hey, please help this man to the infirmary. Be careful with his arms, it’s fractured.” – she said to the person who just passed her side.