Camila Castello. “So, what is this I heard about a Summit?” I asked, setting on the arm rest of one of the couches in his office—akin to his room. I crossed my legs in front of me, my gaze fixed on the man making his way to his table. I noticed the earlier picture of Rose now placed on the table, situated perfectly right where it belongs. My lips formed a small, sad smile which I masked away, shifting my gaze back to Cassain, awaiting an answer. He looked around over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Who is the blabbermouth? Salazar, or Ria?” His words proved the only ones aware of the issue. “Does it matter?” I asked instead of giving him an answer, watching as he settled on his chair behind the large desk, “Why the sudden involvement of you in it? It doesn’t sound like something you’d agree to.” He hummed in agreement, his expression yawing serious. “There are certain situations that call for such.” And those words escaping his lips proved my suspicions. Something i

22- “Perfect Illusion.”. Camila Castello.“Luna, my baby, I want you to be good to Joana, will you?” I said, crouched in front of my six-year-old girl, at eye level with her. Extending my hand out, I pushed a strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ears, the stubborn curl that escaped from her neat ponytail—the one I had neatly made for her myself.Luna’s forest green eyes glossed with unshed tears, as she clutched her rabbit stuff doll closer to her chest—her favorite toy from the numerous I’d gotten her, her lower lip wobbling. She didn’t let the tears down though, she simply nodded, “Okay, Mama.” She whispered, her voice low.My heart clenched tightly at the sight, and for a split second, I considered staying back and never leaving her side. However, I’m then reminded that I’m doing this for her, and for myself. For her to live in a world without fear and freely, and for me to avenge my family and pack that had done nothing deserving of such cruel fate.So, I swallowed down the

25- “Shall We?”. Camila Castello.I ended up sleeping longer than I’m supposed to, especially because no one thought of waking me up. The whole point of the Summit is a bunch of meetings where they discuss how to solve their current issues at hand and in the process, straighten the relationships between packs and Kingdoms.The very first meeting is set to take place the very next day following our arrival, or should I say, the few hours following our arrival at exactly 11:00AM. Despite the major importance of the summit being strengthening bonds and all and the pack issues as well, the first meeting is more like a chance to get to know each other all over again.From what I heard, the last Summit that took place all together—Werewolves and Vampires together, like this was about fifteen years ago, so it’s been long and a lot has changed. Certain leaders have died—in the case of wolves since Vampires are immortals, certain leaders have been removed from their positions, both creatures

27- “On edge.”. Adrian Moretti.Camilla is alive. I couldn’t believe it. For a second, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, that I’ve yearned so much for her over the years so my brain was starting to play tricks on me by having hallucinations of her, it wouldn’t be the first time anyway, I’ve had that one too many times over the years that it’s become norm to me—it blended perfectly well with the image the people seemed to have painted of me over the years, and dare I remind you that I couldn’t care less about it.I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it as well, it gave the people an edge to stay the fuck away from me, which is one thing I needed over the years the absolute most. I’d been living off their fears for me, and it’s sick, but I enjoy it quite a lot. There’s nothing that could shake me up from that spot, except for the woman seated across me.‘Adrian’ Caleb’s warning voice came through my mind link, from where he was seated on the third seat to me. Betas weren

29- “Butterflies of different kinds.”. Camilla Castello.“Hey…” A warm hand rests on my lower back, the touch somewhere between being cold, and warm as well—the different temperature instantly alerting me of who the owner of the hand is, even without his voice registering in my mind. “…are you okay?” Cassain inquired, his voice low as he leaned down to my height.I looked up, just as we’d reached the main suite of our side, which basically belongs to him. All four of us had somehow wordlessly agreed to make our way here after the meeting, and though on the way no words were exchanged verbally, I’m certain there must be a lot of thoughts they would want to chirp in here and there.Cassain’s question though had me tilting my head up so my eyes would meet his, and the moment it does, I offered him a small smile. “Yeah…” The word came out from my small voice, our faces inches apart. His eyes, those dark red ones stared into mine with cinched brows, as if trying to unravel every layer of