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Betram, my third in command wolf says standing at attention as we approach him. "At ease Bertram" Isaac nods, "what's the issue?" he asks as I take a look around. The air I sniffed in was a metalic kind, not a good smell. Three men kneeled in the middle of the area, surrounded by armed men, hands bound behind their backs and bags over there heads. They were all dressed casually, except one, who was dressed as if he was about ready to fight. "Two of them are from the Blood Moon Pack, both convicted of five murders and the other one is from Silver Moon Pack, he was also convicted of two murders" Betram explains.

They both were by my side in seconds, Tristan squatting, his shoulders leaning down; he brought the tag to his face for a closer view, then stood up. He brought his hand down to his side, tightening his fist around it. "Silver fucking Mystic," he growled. ******************* Iris It had been eight hours since the Alphas left to check the ruins of what was formerly known as the Pearl Pack, the Eye of the Blood Canine, its beauty utterly ruined. Anyone who went into the park came with a more horrible story to tell, and most of them cried while telling it. The pack house stopped running, and I was, pacing in Alpha Aidan's room, waiting for him and them.

~Ridge’s Point of View~ Maybe I should have noticed, but I didn’t. The Alpha for Pale Moon, Tyra’s previous pack, had been gone all day. Now that I was seeing him again, I was curious. I gauged who he was speaking with, Alpha Fox from Hollow Hill. He had been gone all day too. “Alphas, anything new to report,” I asked, barging in on their conversation. “Yeah. We were out just getting a few things for a contingency plan, should be coming up any minute,” Fox said.

The rule was thus a limitation to Penny, because she was the number one ranking girl, and she couldn't just run away from anyone who wanted to take her. “One thousand dollars for fifteen minutes”, a husky voice screeched, only to be ignored when another hand rose in the crowd with a bigger offer. “Three thousand” “Nine thousand” The voices kept falling in from the crowd when a low and rough voice thundered amidst them. “One million” And Penny got her first client for the night. Alpha Valen, the ruthless Alpha of the Blood Moon pack was best friends with Alpha Damon. He had no limits, nothing could stop him and if it weren't because Penny was Alpha Damon’s favorite, he would have taken her as

It also did us a lot of good because if we were late and got scolded, we would be scrapped from being assigned to the Alpha's house. We both sat down on the mats that were placed on the ground and waited for the Head House Keeper to come in an address us. In a matter of minutes, she appeared. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer to Yemoja he moon goddess to allow me be picked and start the process of bringing all the evil to an end. Alpha Cross was doing too much and needed to be stopped. The stern looking woman whom I knew not her name, stood in front of us and started speaking.

Talk of pirates banding together to protect small port villages that are essential to our trade routes takes over, but I make the mistake of meeting Tali’s eyes again. He wiggles his eyebrows. If he wasn’t so damn important to me and his people, I’d consider tackling him and reminding him who was always bigger and stronger in front of the men who’re still questioning my maturity and authority. I turn back to my conversation, glaring at Tali before bowing my head to say, “I’m in talks with the Alphas of Pearlhead Strait and Thunder Cove. They’ve already aligned with Meridem–with us. They have sway with the rogue packs and bands of pirates.”

“Well, I heard that you’re the lady servers who were employed previously by Alpha Hyperion?” Pearl goes silent for a while. I open my eyes cautiously, only to see her looking at me as though to ask for permission. When I say nothing, she replies, “That would be us, yes. But I can see that you are an Alpha as well, and I have to tell you that we do not wish to be employed that way ever again. We are currently seeking some solace—” “I am perfectly aware,” Alpha Tristan interjects. “One of your remaining maids sent word. I’m Alpha Tristan from the Moonlight Grove Pack, and I wish to employ all of you. Not as maids, but as helpers.”

It had to be my imagination. “I hope you enjoyed my performance. I enjoy being on stage rather than watching but it unfortunately delayed our reunion.” I fully turned around, to find a young woman standing in front of me, hand outstretched for a handshake. “Long time no see, Thane Massen.” The silk and jewelry I'd seen on her was gone and in its place was a formal red gown matching Alpha Addams, her hair falling loosely on her in contrast to the crown braid I'd seen her in.

Another Ashford listed under the same yacht. No Drake. No Keira. But that didn’t mean anything. Drake wasn’t stupid. He would use aliases. Or someone else’s booking. “Which yacht is this?” I asked, tapping the paper. The clerk leaned forward. “Stella Maris.” “And its destination?” “Pearl Cove Island.” Pearl Cove. I had heard of it. Private. Exclusive. Isolated. The kind of place rich families used when they didn’t want to be found. My mind started connecting possibilities.

"Omega. Sold to Silver Claw Pack in settlement of a debt owed by Viktor Hale of the outer territory." It was not a question. It was a recitation of facts, delivered without inflection, without cruelty, and somehow that was worse than cruelty would have been. At least cruelty would have acknowledged that what was being described was a person and not a transaction. "Yes," she said. Her voice came out clear. Small victory. His gaze moved over her once more, that slow deliberate inventory, and then he straightened in the throne and the quality of attention in the room shifted immediately, everyone around her going slightly more rigid, slightly more alert, responding to whatever subtle signal the