~Muriel~“Cora, huh?” I thought to myself. Thanks to wolf hearing, I was able to hear Lucian’s conversation with the Beta. “He wants to make Cora his Luna while locking me in this choking room. No problem,” I declared, biting my lower lip in anger.At night. “Ouch!” I shouted out, waking up from bed. Lucian has started again. The flaming pain shot across my abdomen again, cutting through my flesh. I clenched my fists and toes, tossing and turning on the bed. I was burning down in my sweat as it dripped from every pore in my skin. I grunted, trying to stand up and pour water on my body, but I couldn’t. “Ah!” I cried. “Russell!”“Muriel?” Russell appeared in an instant. “The same pain?” he asked, holding my hand. I nodded. “You have to let me help you, Muriel, let me soothe the pain, please.”“You can’t, Russell,” I whimpered.“Why can’t I?”“He is cheating on me,” I sobbed and sniffed. “His action is causing me this pain, Russell.

***I woke up in the morning, and Jennifer was gone. She must have left early to freshen up before returning to the pack house. I yawned, stretching my arms straight to the ceiling as I sat up. I shuffled with squinted eyes to the bathroom to freshen up. When I returned to the room, I found a note on the vanity table. It was from Jennifer.Hi, Muriel. I had to freshen up before returning to the pack house. I brought you breakfast already. It’s on the dining table. If Russell returns, tell him he is terribly handsome. (•‿•) Jenny.I read the note with a broad smile on my face. I looked over to the dining table and saw the food. I finished with applying light makeup and headed on to go eat.~Jennifer~When I was done with my chores in the afternoon, I decided to take lunch to Muriel. I headed to her room with the food. On my way, I came across Alpha Lucian. I hung my head low immediately and stopped for him to pass first. He walke

~Muriel~I was faced with the pack house of Newmoon pack. I saw soldiers, tramping around the compound, training. An old man, probably in his late 60s stood on a platform, commanding the soldiers on what to do. I bet he is the Gamma. I headed toward him. On my way, two scouts came along.“Hey, who are you?” one of them asked. His husky tone left a lump in my throat. I exhaled and looked up at him.“I want to see the Gamma,” I stated.“Does that answer my question?” he groaned and I scowled at him, clenching my jaw.“Hey, what’s going on there?” the manly, deep hoarse voice of the old Gamma reached to us. The scouts turned to him.“She doesn’t want to say who she is,” voiced out the second scout.“Let her be!” the Gamma said. I walked out on them and headed to the Gamma. When I moved closer to him, his features became apparent to me. His face was wrinkled with age. His long, back-length ash-brown hair had white strands. H

“You must be hungry, Muriel. Let’s go eat,” Ian told me as we were seated on the ground amid the flowers, staring across the beauty of nature. Being among the warmth of nature made me not notice the fast passage of time. I wasn’t even bothered by my growling stomach, as long as I felt peace among the flowers, everything else didn’t seem to matter. I nodded and we stood up.“So, where are you taking me now?” I asked, wiping off my clothes.“We will go to my room and I will get you something to eat,” he said. I stared mutely at him.“Uh…! Get crazy thinking off your head, Muriel, you are my cousin. Besides, my room is spacious, you will love it,” he stated and I smiled. We headed out of the garden.“I wasn’t thinking anything crazy,” I giggled in defense.“Why then did you wear that what-the-hell-did-you-just-say look? I mean no harm, trust me,” he assured.“Get off it, Ian. I honestly wasn’t thinking anything stupid,” I declared. “What about the person I came to look for? How can I fin

~Muriel~Having a meal with so many people made me drip down in sweat. I couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. It was a lively feast. We were all seated opposite each other around a large, long folding banquet table, 96 inches long to the end of the dining room, 42 inches wide to the rounding chairs, and 30 inches high from the floor. The men were talking about their political ambitions and stuff like that while the women recalled Alpha Bryson’s last ball. Only me and Jennifer, the newly lifted Omegas were as silent as the grave.“Why are you silent, Miss Jennifer?” one of the girls, the Beta’s fifteen-year-old twin daughter queried. Scarlett was adorned with strawberry blonde hair, cascading in a short wave over her shoulders. Her wide crimson irises twinkled in her eyeballs. And her short, flared, magenta gown sparkled with the colorful dining chandelier. Jennifer vibrated in her seat.“Um, it’s nothing, Scarlett, I just love listening and your story is fun,” Jennifer replied awkwardly. I se