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**Secret P. O. V** Rage bubbled within me like a cauldron, and I clenched my hands into tight fists. I had never imagined that we would lose a battle to those murderers! It had never happened before and I had thought winning the war would be an easy peasy. The door to my room pulled open and in walked my sisters. They both looked like hell and thanks to what? The bloody battle we lost! My elder sister who had never been much in support of taking lives was now our leader. She still couldn't believe that our beloved brother was killed without committing any crime! Especially being killed by who? Werewolves!

Now we make her pay. I turn to Cade and River, my mates, my anchors. "Let's find my sister," I say. Their expressions shift. Predatory. Protective. Ready. "Let's," Cade agrees. And together, we walk back inside. The war isn't over. But the next battle is about to begin.

Caelum stepped aside, smirking like a man who had just unveiled his greatest trick. And Callista my sister, my blood smiled back at me like a stranger. --- Saphira finally faces Caelum head-on in a brutal battle, only for the confrontation to twist when her sister Callista whom she believed dead appears alive, standing with the enemy.

They were going to win. At the crack of dawn, The Beta comes to get the Alpha and Cynthia. They all dressed up for the war. Cynthia was so happy. She could not wait to see the look on Luna Ava and Alpha Kane when Alpha Daniel's army attacked. They will all burn to the ground. Alpha Daniel led the war. The Beta and soon to be Luna, was beside him. They were very sure that this mission was going to be a success. ** After finishing her tasks for the day, Luna Ava decided to go and check on her sister Cynthia. They might not be on good terms thanks to what she did but the fact remains that they are sisters. They will always love each other no matter what.

Another walked on two feet, it’s fingers sharp like knives, it’s teeth pointed and clear like glass. The sister’s released a battle cry that shattered the somber silence of the tiny, deserted village, and together, moving as one, they charged. Orion and I stood there and watched—watched a battle we knew in our hearts was doomed. The sisters started off strong, slashing and hacking their way through the horrible creatures, but the tide was quickly turning. Solana was growing tired, succumbing to her fear. It made her movements desperate and sloppy. A cry tore itself from my chest, “BEHIND YOU!”

Once more my mate wins. Somehow my heart swelled inside, even if my sister was presently one of the fallen heroes. I couldn't believe it myself. My sister was one of the best fighters in this pack, having her share of tricks which she used to her favour and during the fight has employed all of them-however, it appeared my mate was of the mind to mesmerize everyone as she ploughed through the battlefield bringing down all her opponent not greater than five minutes, without breaking a sweat. It was as if she was born for this.

“Seriously, Lana, what the fuck are you doing and who are these women?” I wave my hand toward each woman, “These… are my sisters. Let me introduce you to Death, War and Pestilence.” My sisters’ eyes glow with malice as they circle Bree like sharks circling their prey. Bree’s chest heaves as she looks into my eyes, “Please don’t do this, Lana. You’re my sister, and I love─”

Deep inside, all of them knew they would never match the value of the golden girls. ~ Mother did not get revenge on our sisters who died in the last battle. ~ Martha signed at the end. ~ Our sisters who died fighting against wolves. And we should ally with them?~ One of the witches asked, and a few others nodded their heads energetically. Megan almost laughed.

Muscles corded her arms; her gaze was sharp and assessing. Rhea. Beta’s sister. One of the pack’s most respected fighters. Her eyes flicked over the warriors, then landed on me. “Luna,” she said, giving me a short, respectful dip of her head—more than they would give a human servant, less than they gave the Alpha. “To what do we owe the honor?” “I keep hearing that,” I replied. “That it’s an honor just for me to stand somewhere.” Rhea’s gaze slid down, taking in my trousers, tunic, and boots, then back up. One eyebrow arched with the faintest hint of amusement.