My father already warned us about our friends. Especially, my bestfriend Chloe. He said that something had happened to her memory. Like it was altered. Both my parents had told me that she kept coming back to the pack house and was looking for me. Chloe kept on asking my parents when DK and I get married or when we would come back. So when they told her that DK and I had broken up and that Mikey and I were back together Chloe lost it. And they said that Chloe had not come back since then.My parents wanted to investigate what happened to Chloe but decided to wait for me. They said that it would be better if I would be the one to check on Chloe. Chloe and I had been best friends and after what had happened when Mikey and I broke up. Not to mention the way DK came into the picture. But despite it all, Chloe stood by me, fought for me, and defended me from anyone who judged me. So I can just imagine what must be going on in her head, especially since she had forgotten that Mikey and I

I stood before the person who had been on my side since we were young. I knew from the moment that she had pulled Mikey and me behind the training center that something was very wrong with her. I can see it through her eyes. Her eyes don’t reflect any emotions or feelings. She looks like a ghost, no, she looks like a hollow shell. Nothing like the Chloe that I know. Chloe was always the life of the party, always full of life, full of energy. But what bothers me more is not the hollowness that I saw from her but the darkness that was now surrounding her. I didn’t see it before but right now I can see it. But the dark shadows that surrounded her right now were nothing like that of Mikey’s. Because Mikey’s shadows have a silvery light surrounding it’s edges. That when Mikey is at ease the light becomes more vivid than the darkness around him. Unlike the one that was surrounding Chloe right now. Because what was surrounding Chloe right now is just pure black.“Since both parties had alr

Things were getting more serious than we thought.We all came back to the pack house to discuss the recent events. We all gathered in Uncle Drake’s office and Uncle Leon called on Ollie to watch over Chloe. Aunt Athena had placed a spell on Chloe’s room hiding her and Ollie from anyone who opens the door other than us. “We are running out of time,” the desperation in Uncle Drake’s voice was evident and everyone couldn’t help but agree with him. “We are always a step behind and what frustrates me even more is that we don’t know a thing about them,” I have never seen Uncle Drake this shaken. It was not because he was afraid, or maybe he was, but not personally. Because I know that the only reason he can be that way is because of our people. “Should we start calling in our favors?” Uncle Calvin asks. “Favors?” I asked unsure who Uncle Calvin was referring to. I know all the packs that we are in alliance with and mostly they are my father’s and Uncle Drake’s friends. I am not sure of

I look a my Mate unsure of what exactly was inside her head. I wondered what she was thinking at that very moment but I could see her interest in the Northern Prince and Camila. If I was not already thinking about a lot of things, maybe I would have thought about them too. The possibility of our kind to be with someone who was undead. I know that our family was just looking for options, but I can’t agree to have the Northern people enter our lands for one main reason, and that is their thirst for blood. We might win the upcoming war, but end up to be in their debt. I don’t want that kind of risk for my people. That is why I don’t think about anything else but what to do with the spy in our pack. I almost lost Anya again. This time it was happening right before my eyes and there was nothing I could do about it. The helplessness I felt was something I wouldn’t want to feel ever again. ‘But we promised her,’ Hades said. And I know that the promise we made was something we have bee

I waited until Anya and I were finally alone in our room before I talked to her. I don’t really know where she got the idea of me being the Alpha King because if I remember my nightmares, none of those showed an image of me that tells me I was worthy to be a KIng. A King would never be a threat to his people and wouldn’t be the reason for the suffering of his people. Every time that I remember the image of me on top of dead bodies with none of my loved ones near I feel like vomiting. I shrug away the image in my head, not wanting it to come true. I watched Anya as she closed the door behind her and slowly walked toward me. I feel my breath hitched with every sway of her hips as she comes closer to where I am. But as she comes nearer, the smile she had on her lips fades as her brows meet in the center of her forehead as she asks, “What’s wrong?” At that moment I wanted to lie to her, wanted to hide all the things that I have to talk to her about. I pulled her close to me and burie