*** Next morning, at the front of the police office *** A black van shows up right in front of the police station and Dr Watson gets down just before the door slides shut and the van speeds off. Watson looks beat. It's clear that he's gotten no sleep and in his hand, he holds a photo. It's the one from before. Angrily, he walks into the station................Dr Watson's POV~With my fist clenched, I walked into the office, totally devastated from what happened last night. I had put so much hope in that bastard Richard and he didn't show up or even try to call for that matter. How insensitive could he possibly get? "Damn, you don't look so good, doc. You alright?" One of my junior colleagues asked. I didn't want to answer, not just because I wasn't in the mood but because I didn't want to end up venting on her. I walked slowly up the stairs past the peering eyes of co-workers and other onlookers alike. Frankly, I couldn't care less about what they thought about me at this poin

Three months later>>>>>>>>>> Amanda's in her office. She now has a huge chef training and recruiting centre and most of her contracts are back plus many more. It's been a while since she left the Alpha's palace, almost three months in fact. Meanwhile, while doing her business, she still tries to grasp the reality of her dream some months back, along with investigating how she got the twenty five million dollars that literally changed. In the meantime, she is in a business meeting with executives from a top restaurant as they try to strike a business deal. The meeting is holding in her office with the executives in black suits seated on the couches that surround the glass center table. She sits on a one-seater couch in front of them, presiding over the meeting. Amanda's POV~"Driiiiiiing!" The phone rang interrupting my conversation. "Damn it. Who is it now?" I cussed in thought as I stared at the phone. I hated it whenever someone called while I was in the middle of a meeting.

*** At the Lodgewood Restaurant ***Xander's POV~I still couldn't wrap my head around everything she had explained to me. Was she even for real?"Okay wait, so let me get this straight" I said, "So you think there's another Alpha of another pack who wants me dead? And that he and his men are real werewolves and that they gave you money to try to get you to help with fulfilling their agenda?" I asked to clarify. It made just as much sense as Santa Claus flying around during Christmas. "Exactly" she responded with a nod. She had a serious look on her face, enough to convince anyone but I still couldn't get myself to believe it. This was quite shocking, especially in the light of the current investigation of the Kansas City night club attack a few months ago. If what she was saying was true, that meant that we were under a serious threat. And that the nation was already under attack."That's certainly not good" I said, "Thanks for telling me anyways. I really appreciate it" I added.

*** Next morning at Amanda's house *** Amanda can be seen sleeping on her bed as the golden rays of the sun seep through the window blinds and illuminate a portion of her face. She is wearing a white nightie and her body is covered by a black and white checkered blanket. Squeezing her eyelids tightly, she attempts to wake up....... Amanda's POV~"Drrrrriiing!!!!!" My alarm clock went off. Man was that thing loud! Rolling over a little bit, I hit the top the alarm clock. My eyes squinted open only to peer at the rays of sunlight reflecting off the floor. It was difficult to look at due to the glare it caused. I got off the bed and heading over to the window, I pulled up the window blinds hence allowing more light in. It was quite the peaceful morning. Resting my hands on the took a deep breath of fresh morning air."Humph!" I exhaled as I felt a surge of energy flow through my veins. I downstairs headed and straight to the kitchen to go brew me some coffee. In a few minutes,

Detective Richard and Doctor Watson finally arrive at the specified location sent by the caller. They drive slowly and park as they look around for the person who had called them just a couple of minutes ago.........Detective Richard's POV~"Hmmm, where could he be?" I muttered as I slowly parked the car at an inconspicuous location. "Perhaps we should try calling him" Watson suggested as we watched the environment from the car. I slowly turned to the side to take a look at him. How did he always manage to bring up the dumbest suggestions? "Wow Watson! That's just excellent" I mockingly praised him, "Why don't you head back to the office and ask the landline on my desk to just hand over his number? Huh?" I asked with a mocking smile as I stared at him as though I would hit him any second. Realizing the futility of his idea, he simply kept quiet and looked ahead. While I returned to thinking while shaking my head in disappointment. Having no choice, I stepped out of the car and so d