Adrian Moretti.“WHY IS THERE NO SIGN OF HER ANYWHERE? DAMMIT!” My hand that was curled into a fist collided with the nearby tree, making a hole appear in it, following the imprint of my fist. I didn’t stop there, there was too much frustration running through my mind, too much pent up anger that propelled me to keep punching the tree, making more holes appear in it. The tree shook, making birds fly away, their chirps filling the area of the forest we’re currently in, leaving it eerily silent save for the heavy breaths of a frustrated wolf—of me. Despite the pain shooting through my hand, I didn’t stop until a voice came from behind, a hand going to rest on my arm and pulling me back with a jerk. “Enough, Adrian.” Caleb’s voice was firm, though laced with a bit of anger as well. Is his anger directed towards me or the situation? I have no idea. Perhaps, both even? He’s been saner than I’ve been, which makes sense since he isn’t the one whose mate has been missing for days with no sig

Camila Castello.Perhaps, it was stupid of me to trust Cassain, the Vampire King and plead him to provide protection for me in his Kingdom, especially not in a place where I’d be surrounded by blood thirsty vampires whose favorite blood is that from a person. But, I’d rather take my chances with that, and put my trust in Maya who said he won’t do me any harm, for the sake of my child. Somehow, he paid heed to pleading, I don’t know how, but he listened to my pleas and actually took me in. He didn’t ask any further questions on what happened or why I’m on the run, nor did I ask questions as to why he was there on Wolf lands when he’s rumored to never leave his castle. Following that, very few words were exchanged between us. Starting with him catching an animal on me to feed on to satiate my hunger, he carried on our little trip to his Kingdom. It’s far from the Werewolf Kingdom, and even in wolf form, it would take one months—around two to do so. But, Werewolf speed stands nothing a

Camila Castello.“Luna!” I got down on my knees, just in time my daughter came bouncing into my open, and awaiting arms. The moment she was safely in my hold, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me. I placed my head on hers, taking a whiff of her scent that always calm me down, while her small arms wrapped around my neck. “My baby,” I cooed. Pulling back to keep her at arms-length, I playfully narrowed my eyes at her, “Tell me,” My hand went to her head, patting down the few tendrils that escaped the neat pigtails. “Have you been good to Uncle Salazar and Aunt Ria?” I asked, referring to Joana’s parents, whom have been acting as god parents to the little girl in my absence. Luna’s small lips slanted upwards into a mischievous smile as she feigned a look of thought. “Uhm…” She then bobbed her shoulders, a small chuckle escaping. “…maybe?” If possible, my eyes narrowed even more because her saying that only means she’s given the two a tough time—an action she’s way too

Camila Castello. Adrian Moretti on the same team as Klaus—I’d be stupid to not see what this means. Klaus, Late King’s right hand man and the same person on the same boat my packs’ massacre—the same person that spoke of sacrificing my child for whatever voodoo shit they had planned, on the same team as Adrian. I’d be honest with you—in these past seven years, I had considered giving him the benefit of doubt. The one I had my hatred most directed towards was The King, for I felt he’s the root of all the problems—he’s the evilest one and perhaps, Adrian and I were simply collateral damage. It doesn’t mean I don’t hate him as well. I just thought he’s a little bit better than the old man. I should’ve known better. For him to be on the same team as Klaus, there’s no denying it—perhaps, he’s the mastermind behind it all. And the knowledge that he’s the one my hatred should’ve been directed towards all the time rammed into me like a truck. It knocked the breath right out of me. “Are you

Camila Castello.“A summit?” My brows furrowed in confusion, wondering why the sudden need for one and why they would be invited. If he wanted to have a summit, why not have it with just the people in his Kingdom? Why bother to invite Cassain and his people? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything of such ever taking place before? Wherever there’s something going on one side, the other doesn’t get involved. So, why the sudden change this time around? Could it because it’s a new King? If so then can he change traditions that’s been ongoing for generations? I doubt Cassain would just agree to that—knowing him, he is heavy on traditions and stuff, at least, those of that sort that will disrupt his one-man alone time peace. It will be too bothersome for him to be invited out like that. So, why? Ria nodded, confirming the words I had inquired. “Yes, a summit.” So, I did hear her right. “King Adrian is hosting a joint Summit, and our presence is highly important.” “But, why?” That’s what