Harper put down the phone with a thud. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”Damon crossed his arms and frowned. He has noticed it since the night before. There was something different about the wolf queen. She’s acting up on something. For what reason, anyway? He has no clue.“It’s fine. Are you sure everything’s okay? You seem… stressed.”Harper was avoiding Damon’s eyes. She couldn’t help but regret her choices that night when she followed him. She let her fear took over her. If she weren’t a coward, she already knows what was behind the door that night. The howl of the wolf she heard from a distance was from Damon looking for her. Turns out one of the soldiers noticed she was gone from the common room. As soon as their king arrived, the soldier reported her disappearance. When Harper arrived the camp again, she couldn’t think quick. What she blurted out was that she tried to escape to warn Shahila about the black wolves. Shockingly, Damon bought it. Or so she thought. Damon knew sh

Damon woke up earlier than usual the next morning. He’s certain he dreamed of something, but couldn’t remember what it was. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was 10 am now, he overslept for the first time in very long years. As soon as Harper left his room last night, he laid down and sleep visited him like an old friend. The next minute he was in deep slumber, awakened in a different world in his dreams which now he can’t remember. He stretched his hands and neck as he opened the window. Indeed, it was broad daylight outside. The men of the camp just arrived from the forest gathering woods for cooking. The women were drying clothes under the heat of the sun. He scanned around looking for his queen but she was nowhere in sight.After a quick wash of his face, he went out to the camp grounds. Most of the white wolves greeted him. Those who were wounded from the past attack has now recovered. He was pleased to see that most of the damages from that last unfortunate event’s starting to

Back at the white wolves’ camp, Harper spent the day with only counting the remaining hours before 11 in the evening. It was the time promised to her by Damon.On the other hand, Damon got his hands full with the tasks he needed to complete for the camp. He was at the training grounds, at the dungeons, at the infirmary and everywhere he felt his presence was needed.It was 7:30 pm when they both met at the common room to have dinner with the selected few. The others are free to get food and eat at the tables at the side. Only the lycan king, his queen and the other known names are allowed to be at the long center table with servers and extra cutleries. Now with Shahila exiled, there was an empty seat staring back at Harper every meal. “Don’t you think we should remove that seat, my king?” – Harper said, staring at the empty in front of her.“No need. It will only be filled up one day. By anyone, really.”Harper gulped. Just that it reminds her of Shahila and all the lies she’s told b

Damon fetched Harper the next morning from her room. The door was ajar so he invited himself in. She was caught by surprise by his sudden entry. “King Damon! Were you standing there long?” – Harper askedDamon cleared his throat. What was he thinking? Of course he should’ve knocked.“I just came in… Sorry, I should’ve knocked.”Harper frowned. Was he okay? Why wasn’t he thinking straight?“Well… maybe next time.” – Harper said and grinned. Good thing was that when he entered, she was already done changing clothes. What he witnessed was the safe scene of her combing her hair in front of the mirror. “Is there something you need, my king?” She couldn’t get why he’s here in her room this early. “None. Why?”Harper bit her lips. There was really something unusual about him today. For a moment, she worried he might’ve heard the conversation she had with Laura in the cabin. But that’s impossible.Right?She cleared her throat and just to be sure, she got up and went to her closet. She

“What do you mean you were there?”Damon flinched, sensing the unbelief in Harper’s voice. It was the dire consequence of being written with malice. The historians sided with the Blacks and of course, that would give them more power to write what they want. To record history with an inclination towards them.“I know it sounds crazy. The books say otherwise, don’t they?”Harper didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. The doubt and uncertainty painted her face with a frown. “I can’t blame you if you have doubts about what I just narrated, But believe me. I was there. I was only a little tot but I was there… and I remember it all like the back of my hand. “Harper knew he deserved the benefit of the doubt. She won’t be too quick to judge. To give that privilege doesn’t amount to fully believing anyway. She can still be careful.“Actually, what you just said made sense. That’s why the whites have such irreconcilable bond with the other pack. I get it. Is that why you brought me here for? To