Michael’s POVThe night had just taken a sudden turn. A bad one, actually. My mood soured, and I wanted to puke.WHAT?With the news from Mia, we got to hear that the volcano pack was under attack.“Have you tried calling Marcel?” Hercules asked me.“His number is not going,” Zen flashed on the phone screen at us. I hissed. How could this have happened? I thought we had made sure it was not secure.“Tell the guards not to let Mia out of the pack,” I commanded. By then, we had gotten to the route to the volcano pack. I asked my men to wait for us. We drove till it was midnight. Then Zen suggested that we rest. We needed to know what was ahead of us.*****************************“We camp here for the night!” Hercules commanded. We have been marching since. The road to the dwelling of the volcano pack wasn’t this far, but due to the fact that we wanted to come unannounced, we needed to not make much noise.“Agnar, we will leave at sunrise,” Hercules told me, and I nodded. As I stood wat

Michael’s POVWe began to gather the dead among the living. Cleaning the land. Then a car had just arrived to transport the dead when I sighted Zen. I beckoned for him to come.“Have you told them to get ready?” I asked Zen."Yes, your highness."We got into the car, and we left the burial. It would take place in the city council. All werewolves were invited.“Mia?” I asked.“Your Highness, from what I learned, she hasn’t left her room since yesterday,” he said. I nodded as I wondered which words I would use to console Mia. I exhausted most of them when her parents died.Before the moon, we were already on our way to the pack. Hercules has been acting strange. He hadn’t said a word since we found Marcel dead."Hey,” I nudged him, and his eyes turned to me. The sadness in his eyes was evident."It's going to be alright,” I said. He nodded and continued, staring out in the open. He was just like a zombie.By the time I got to the pack, the car had arrived, carrying the bodies of the sla

Michael’s POVThe moon had just gone a half as I stood looking around. It’s been a long time since I visited the Viola Pack. Looking at the field brought back memories I thought I had forgotten. There was a feeling of nostalgia, rising like the early morning sun. I could clearly make out the playground we used to go to.The chilly weather was in agreement with the way I felt on the inside. I loosened the shirt at the topmost button. My heart beat against my cheat like a drum. A drum of war. The blood pumped into my veins as I waited. Questions were all jumbled up in my head. Seeking answers, I so desperately want to know."Well, well, well, look who the cat dragged out, Hello Michael,” came Jake’s sinister voice. I spun around, and there he was. He reeked of alcohol. He was bare-chested except for a dark robe that adorned his shoulders. Was that the scent of a female I perceived? He was smirking.“You don’t look so pleased to see me,” he smiled as he wiped his eyes. I eyed him. He lau

Michael’s POV“Dad?’ I saw him sitting there.“I guess you wanted a break,” he said."Dad, I don’t understand,” I said."Listen, so you understand then,” he smiled. I slowly nodded.Then she attacked the Dames pack. They had a brave fight, but sadly, she managed to kill Ralia. This caused great mourning for the Dames Pack. Then King Alpha descended on them. He punished them by making them slaves because, without Ralia, they were just weak. They were nicknamed Omegas. That is where the term Omega started.Then, as if that wasn’t enough, other packs began to treat them badly, except for the Faulkners. The Trish and the Kesma took the Dames as slaves. Then the Kesma pack did something so gruesome. They declared an attack on the Dames. They killed most of them and brought their women along with them. They attacked the Faulkners too; they killed some of their people but couldn’t make them slaves because the Faulkners were of a stronger breed. So they decided to settle for the Dames.Now, d

Nora’s POV“Dylan!” I yelled as I came across some glue in my make-up kit. He walked into my room, and his eyes went straight to my hands, and immediately he leapt off.“Come here, you naughty boy.” I ran after him."Mum, I’m sorry!” He laughed as he ran.We had gone outside to the garden as I chased him around a huge fountain.“Don’t let me get you!” I laughed. As weird as this sound, I was losing my breath.Was I getting old? I stopped and held my knee. "Okay, you’ve won,” I said, panting.“Come over here,” I beckoned to him. He stared at me for a while as he tried to catch his breath.“I don’t believe you,” he replied.Hey, how did he know that? I was planning to grab him and kiss his cheeks. He hated it because he said he was now a grown man and not a child."Come on, honey, I have some banana pudding for you,” I said."No, mom, you didn’t make any,” he said, laughing.Immediately, I ran after him, but he got away. Oh, the stairs. I saw a seat by the side and sat. I had sweat drip