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I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

My father was calling Jade lazy, irresponsible—a playboy who couldn't handle the responsibilities of the Neil name. Jade didn't flinch. He took a slow sip of his Cabernet, setting the glass down with absolute precision. "The northern terminal project is three weeks ahead of schedule, Vance," Jade replied lazily, leaning back in his chair, his broad shoulders relaxed. "I missed the meetings because I was restructuring the labor union contracts in person. Something your managers spent six months failing to execute." A subtle twitch appeared near Jonathan Vance’s left eye. Across the table, Julian Neil’s eyes narrowed slightly—not in anger at Jade, but in cold recognition that his son had just

Diego: I watched as they hung Stefano’s head on a stake, putting it to rot where I knew Bartolomeo’s head was hanging. His head had been removed a while ago, but the stake’s hole was there. “Anything else that you intend to demand, Alpha?” Zenith asked, walking toward me. His eyes were hard as he watched Lea looking at the hanging head. Her father’s was put in a box. “The fact that you know that I am your Alpha is nice to hear.” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked at my hand, and though he knew to submit to me, I could see the hate in his eyes.

Jonathan's my older brother. I grumbled as I put on my hoodie and walked downstairs, as I neared the living room, I heard his and my mum's voice, but there was another deep and slightly unfamiliar one. I walked faster just to see the owner of that sexily deep voice, and I was not disappointed. He stood a few inches taller than Jonathan, black hair and beautiful sapphire eyes. Yup he'll do. "He's probably here to steal some more food." I said for them to acknowledge me.

The guy smiled, as if he had heard a well-deserved compliment, and hastened to correct himself: - I'm Neil - Neil Loksen.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

“Alright, go find Neil. But make sure you eat something afterward. We need you at your best.” As I entered Joseph Castle, everything seemed to have returned to normal, though many of the decorations were missing. Upon reaching the living room, I saw Neil sitting with my parents, engaging in what appeared to be a very comfortable conversation. My mother looked at Neil with a gentle, affectionate smile, while my father regarded him with an admiring gaze, as if assessing a trustworthy friend. Neil wore a relaxed smile, listening attentively and responding thoughtfully to their questions. His demeanor was so natural that he seemed to have seamlessly integrated into our family. Witnessing this sc

“Not yet. I only know that he works on the biggest ranch in the state and his family owns it.” “Also find more about Justin’s whole family. I have a feeling that my answer is in the family.” I tell him and go back to eating my food. Oliver is eating his food, but he’s staring at me at the same time. “I feel you staring at me. Why?” I ask him. “I don’t know. Is there something you will like to tell me?” He crosses his arms, leaning back on his seat. “Nothing you need to know for now. You will know at the right time.” I shut down the conversation.

I smiled even brighter as his brown eyes lit up, giving me a cute boy smile in return. "Stan," He said, shaking my hand. "So what brings you here?" I asked, playing with the wet curls forming in my hair. "I'm here to meet with the Alpha Aaron and his son about joining this pack, but by the looks of this room I can tell this clearly is not the Alpha's." We both laughed at his comment. "Yeah, he just loves the zebra print," I chuckled, pointing to my purple zebra print pillows. "You kidding?! I think he likes the heels even more," Stan smirked, pointing out the messy mountain of shoes in my closet.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”