Damon was sitting on a rock that evening, staring at the sky. What a day he had had. Lord Cage had hosted some friends earlier that day. There was a lot of feasting at his chamber.Chandler had come to Damon looking upset. Immediately, Damon knew he was in for some chiding."Lord Cage wants you at his chamber immediately," he announced to Damon."Why does he want me?," a curious looking Damon had asked. Since he became one of the omegas serving at the lord's table, he had never asked to meet him. 'He must have told one of his friends about me,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe one of them knows about me,' he continued. The mere thought of that only heightened his anxiety."That's not for me to say," Chandler said. "You are a couple of steps away from finding out," he added and walked away."You've got nothing to worry about, mate," Tom, one of the omegas that served with him, said to him, as he tried to dismiss his fear.Tom was the only one that he found for company. They seemed to shar

Emily and Frederick waited until midnight before making their way to the pack house. They had carefully followed the path Frederick was convinced was safe. As they approached the house, Emily could hear the sounds of other werewolves howling in the distance. Eventually, they arrived just before the moon deemed her light, just when everyone but the guards seemed to have retired to bed. The pack house was located deep in the forest, surrounded by tall trees and dense undergrowth.They were both exhausted from the day’s events, and Emily fell asleep as soon as they arrived. Frederick went in to check up on the alpha, but he too had fallen victim to nature's prowess. Tired, he went into the room where Emily lay and dozed off. Just like the others, he was no match to nature's demand.When she woke up, it was early morning. The sun had not yet risen, and the world was covered in a blanket of dew. Emily felt excited as she prepared to meet Frederick’s friends. He had told her so much about t

Emily’s eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Frederick. "How could you not tell me you’re the son of an alpha?," she demanded, her voice rising with each word. "I thought we had something special, but you’ve been keeping secrets from me all along!"Frederick hung his head in shame. "I’m sorry, Emily," he said softly. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. I was waiting for the right time.” Even though that was the best excuse he could come up with, Emily wasn't buying into it.“The right time?," she scoffed. “There’s never a right time to lie to someone you care about.”Frederick winced at her words, knowing she was right. He took a deep breath and looked up at her. “My name is Frederick Zack, the son of lord Zack, alpha of the dark hearts pack,” he said quietly.Emily’s eyes widened in shock as she heard the name, for it sounded very familiar."Lord Zack?," she asked, convinced that she had not heard him well."Yes, you've met him before?," he asked, surprised at her reactio

He got back home later that day, determined to help Emily. She didn't say a word to him, even as he sat close to her by the bedside. She looked lost, continually staring into the empty space in front of her. For a while, he contemplated how to go about it, but the more an idea came up, the more useless he considered it. It was a very frustrating couple of minutes for him.Gently, he took hold of her hand, as he tried to get her attention. Emily's heart raced as she felt the familiar tingle in her fingertips. She knew what was coming next, so she decided to speak before he did."I have no idea what happened over there," she began, even though she made sure not to look at him."Has it ever happened before?," he asked, maintaining a calm demeanor."Yes, but that was a long time ago.’"Did you have control over yourself when it happened back then?," he asked again, his voice low and steady."No," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't know how to control it."Frederick placed a

Damon’s heart was pounding as he watched Zed approach his cage. He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. He still remembered that night in the forest. Zed was the one who had helped him out of the pit, and helped nurse his injury. He was the last person he remembered seeing his face before he was put to sleep. So surely, he must know about his missing necklace."The way you're looking at me, it seems you have been dying to see me," Zed remarked, awestruck by the manner at which Damon had his eyes fixed on him.“Please! You have to give me that necklace!," Damon pleaded with him, sounding very desperate. "It's the only piece I have of my friends and family. Please, I beg you, let me have it.""Oh, this?," Zed smiled, dangling the necklace before him. "I never knew it's that important to you. Tell me, what door does it open?.""I can't tell you. Please just give it to me," he pleaded further.Zed shook his head. “I can’t do that, Damon.""Why?," he asked, look