In the wake of Ethan's revelation about Sena and the apprehension that lingered in his eyes, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for a disclosure that would undoubtedly reshape the contours of our conversation. The truth about Silas being my mate was a revelation poised to unravel the threads of

I turned my attention back to the man lying on the hospital bed, a silent plea etched in the furrow of my brow. "Wake up, Dad," I whispered, a hushed invocation to the unconscious figure before me. The resentment I harbored wasn't solely directed at Mom; it extended to Silas, a representation of the

Third Person Over the expansive grounds of Silas's mansion, nestled amidst the ancient trees that stood as silent sentinels in the night. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of nature's quiet embrace. The mansion itself, a grand structure with intricate architectu

Third Person The moon hung high in the ink-black sky as the tactical teams dispersed into the night, shadows weaving through the darkness with calculated intent. Silas, flanked by Carlile, watched his fighters melt into obscurity, their forms blending seamlessly with the nocturnal landscape. The ai

Third Person Jack and Chassy, along with a few warriors of the Red Moon Pack, started to prepare to leave. They will be going to Silas’s mansion to get some guns they will bring in to check the ammunition center of the vampires. “Luna,” Jack said. She looked at him as she put on her jacket while wa