Andrew picked up the lead in perfect rhythm, tucking his head. By then, his smell and the sight of him were etched in Diana's mind. She found herself always aware of him, her senses automatically kept track of him, as if she were afraid he would disappear from her view. In such proximity, she could not help but notice his every move, breath, and heartbeat. This man was breathtakingly good to her senses. Sexy and, above all, so enticingly hot, yet he kept on turning his head towards her, watching her all the time, assessing. Well, not obviously likeable, but yeah, he was looking at her like she was prey, like she was a rat, and like he was the angry lion.By then, she had to admit a certain trust, awareness, and fondness for him. Even now, in the proximate safety of strange time and lands and the road less travelled, she doesn't trust herself quite—yet not to daydream about him. She thought he looked rather edible, or was it just her tummy talking? Was she desperate to taste him? Yes.

The four walls of the cottage that were so sultry in the wintertime seemed so delicate against the unsettled invasion of Tommy's scream and the wild howl of his agony as Eve began her healing process. Diana had never seen dried leaves lit on fire that were hung all over the corners of the dwellings and did not disappear so fast. In an average fire, they would be most of the way to being burned before the fire dominated the entire cottage. This time, though, the orange flames were as full and flared endlessly from Eve's outreach hands, her fires warming the inside but never burning a single leaf as she was kneeling beside the screaming werewolf, concentrating like her life depended on it. Her hands have been burning, but it was a different blaze. It was warm but didn't hurt any of them.“It won't hurt him?” Diana asked the old woman.“No, don't worry. This will heal him.”Diana reckoned that Eve was an expert, as she never abandoned Tommy, even when he was a feral howling relentlessly.

“Miss Diana, my deepest apology for not remembering you, but I have never seen you before, and you talk like we were acquaintances, but for the love of God, I can't remember anything. So my apology, milady," he said, bowing his head.Wow, he was indeed not the Tommy she knew. Tommy never apologises or talks like a proper gentleman.“I believe you, Tomas. However, you have that silly paw mark in that butt of yours, and I know it's you. Yet, I don't know why. In the future, you were a parcel from an overcrowded orphanage, and I don't even know about your past or your parents.”“I wish I could understand what you are talking about, but my parents live here at this time. Alpha Jefferson Reynold of Whiteland.” Tomas replied with the same amazement he had with the woman.Diana frowned and looked at him intently. “Are you sure you've never travelled to the future? You know, maybe you—”“Diana, how many times do I have to tell you that this boy is not your best friend?" he hissed. “Stop buggi

Whiteland PackAlpha Jefferson MansionSir Jefferson Reynolds, also known as Alpha Reynolds from the Were community, had organised a banquet at his Pack mansion. It was the exact and adequate thing to do, given that a couple of well-connected people had managed to secure him a favourable post-war political position in human politics. Unrevealed to the human lords and noble aristocrats, winning the wars has been possible because of the werewolves' intervention. However, the war between packs has been going on for ages, and a treaty has ended because of the expansion of Wetland feral wolves that captured his one and only son, Tomas. Since then, the clash between the Whiteland Pack and Wetland Pack has surged again, and they all knew the second war was coming.He was also dealt the task of reconnecting with his eldest daughter, Elizabeth, who was sent from Mrs. Anne Granttin's Finishing School for Girls back to live with her father. Or, to put it more precisely, eliminated from the schoo

Wetting her lips, Elizabeth put the earring on her ear and arranged herself beside the Alpha. She drank water slowly, feigning a bored look, and then said nothing but was suddenly surprised as a tremendous bang from somewhere resounded loudly enough to bring an unexpected ringing to her ears. Her werewolf hearing was sensitive to that sound, and all the werewolves in her father's banquet were all trying to muffle the noise in their ears. It was an enchanting noise to make them momentarily dizzy. Though humans were unaffected somehow, almost half of the guests were on alert, especially his father packs, but none seemed to change into their wolf form. Though humans were everywhere at this banquet, they would not risk it.It was pursued by the crack of breaking glass—yet another fierce bang. Then, within a half-second, a strong growling shout from a male voice filled the banquet hall—probably the voice of werewolves, an Alpha. "Everyone on the floor now, get on the floor now!"Stunned, E