~ Tyler I can see their faces and the look of concern in their eyes as my people pass me by and whisper amongst themselves. Dressed in a black sweatshirt, on black joggers wearing a black face cap and dark sunglasses, I had severely overestimated the ability of my attire as a disguise. The moment, I drove into Omega Square in a borrowed car, and climbed out, people have greeted me and called me by name. As they walked along in the street, they sometimes threw back a mixture of pitiful and curious looks over their shoulders, probably wondering what I’m doing in this part of their world. I must admit, I rarely came here and now that I think of it, I realize how shitty of a boyfriend and mate I have been to Zora. During the times we dated, I never even considered coming to her block to visit her, least of all, her home. We were always either at my house or at our favorite spot. I had only come to her place twice in three years. The first was out of curiosity, to know where she lived an

~ Nox “Alpha Cillian just died.” A few days had passed and I had just woken up from one of the best sleeps I’ve had in years when Roman mind-linked me with the bad news. “That’s the third death in four months.” I commented. “You think it’s suspicious, don’t you.” Roman asked. “Damn right, it is.” I said, getting out of bed and strolling into my closet. “Especially when all three of them had a long-standing relationship with my father and have remained allies with us over the years.” “I thought as much.” Roman said. “You think it could be Emilia?” “I know it’s her but I don’t have any concrete evidence. She’s been tight-lipped about her moves.” I said, changing into camouflage sweatpants and a black sleeveless tee. “According to our spies on ground, she’s been slowly moving base to Moonrise and she arrived there some days ago.” “And what has the moron of a mate she has, been up to lately?” I asked, leaving my bedroom and heading downstairs. “Actually, nothing much. If anything

~ ZoraSurprisingly, I was calm. I expected that I would be upset or close to tears but I was just numb. My legs carried me up the stairs and straight to the bedroom Nox and I shared. Detached, like I wasn’t linked to my body, I slowly undressed and got into the shower.I let the cold downpour wash over my hot skin, sighing as it touched my hair, rendering it wet and cooling my scalp. The image of Gwen with Nox played again and again in my mind’s eye making my fists clench and my anger boil.Resting my hands on the glass wall, I let my head fall. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and shortly after, a familiar sweet scent envelopes me, announcing Nox’s presence.“Get out.” I said quietly, without turning back. “I will, but you have hear me first.” Nox said. “There is nothing between me and her.” I turned around on him. “Liar!” I screamed in his face. “That’s what you all men do!” Nox furrows his brows. “I swear to you, Zora, I never cheated nor will cheat on you. Gwen heard about Alph

~ Zora What darkness? What could have happened to Nox to make him that depressed? I could tell as Nox gave Thurah a bitter smile, that he was trying to suppress a bad memory, yet he looked as defiant as ever, almost as if nothing or no one could hurt him. “I’m sorry to hear about Cillian.” Nox said, changing the subject. “How are you holding up?” Thurah matched Nox’s bitter smile, a shimmering glaze of unshed tears coating her eyes. “As best as I can,” She said. “Darius here has been the one handling everything else.” She motioned to her eldest son. Darius glanced at them with indifference before his eyes went back to scanning the crowd. I also took my time to look around, some part of me wondering if I would run into anyone from the Moonrise pack. I certainly hope not. Catching the stares of the people present, I couldn’t help but feel a certain kind of discomfort. All my senses suddenly seemed to be on alert and my skin felt hot and clammy. Casting my gaze down, I focused on m

~ Zora It was late in the evening by the time we got home. Our entire ride home was silent and brooding and the moment we parked, Roman said his goodbye and headed home while Nox and I went straight to the bedroom. All through, Nox walked before me with his head hung low. When we entered our bedroom, he sat on the bed, staring into space. His face betrayed no emotion and all I could sense from him was emptiness. I strolled to the bathroom and ran a warm bath in the tub. I added some sweet smelling essential oils and lit some sweet smelling candles as well. I came back to the bedroom and bent down to remove Nox's shoes and socks. I proceeded to his jacket, helping him remove them and carefully placing them on a nearby chair. Then I proceeded to unbutton his shirt and remove them as well. My eyes caught scars so faint they could have been easily overlooked. I ran my fingers on them. They looked like jagged incisions, and then it dawned on me that they were claw marks. Nox's finger