or's

ghter of the Gamma of the Red Moon pack, into her father's presence. The she-wolf's

ith a determined ton

ssessed the captive before him. Th

n finally exact our revenge and send a message to the Red Moon pack. They'll re

e to the guard. This was just the beginning of their retaliation against

dad?" Mia took a ste

tence of that pack," he spat with aggression. "

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oked up from the paperwork; a frown marked his face with the sudden outburst. "Rachel, she's been taken. She went out for a run. The guards reported she had been missing since then.

tha

Get the warriors out for a search. I'm going to talk with the Alpha." He spra

's forehead were enough to speak volumes of the anger bubbling inside him. Once again, the foul cockroach had not learned from his mistakes and decided to

e that it was Balthaza

ground, Alpha, except him. An

what he wants, then that's wha

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munching on an apple while discreetly coming into her little potion camp. "Jeez, it's suffocating here. How do yo

harsis," Syl

an, so Mia had always been under the care of Sylvia, a very useful witch to her and the Shadow Weavers. Not to forget the most respected one. Mia had always loved spending time with her. She used to often drop by her potion camp to spend some quality time or just joke around; sometimes

the upcoming activity,"

upid. And God help them; their concept of mates is nothing but a weakness." Mia observed a spark of emotional change in Sylvia's eyes at the comment. As if

wrong?" Mia questio

ia caught something in Sylvia's tone. There was a hidden message in that statement. Mia's mind raked over the possibil

em being from another species? Like witches? Vampires? Humans?" Sylvia did not spend all those years of her life in ignorance. She knew very well what the l

Sylvia gave a

e." She observed Sylvia smoothly run her magic on the potion

s it, a

the words escaped Mia's lips. Her ey

" She instantly sprang out of her co

weaver's army entered Sylvia's camp instantly, attrac

eing him pick up the bags of potions th

ld right now," was all he answered, not meet

break eye contact. "What potion did you

o Father asked Sylvia to prepare the potion for war? This was strange of him to do. He had never used magic potions before to get the

es. "Take care of yourself, please." Mia gave

low in the orange sky. A chilling wind swept across the desol

ewolf, standing almost equally tall as the black one. Its gnarled fur bristled, muscles taut beneath matted, coarse fur. The lig

oss the field, with a coven of witches clad in dark robes gathered, their eyes ablaze with otherworldly power. They brandished twisted s

waiting for one command before the fight would u

wolf." He was purposely trying to get on their nerves, Eros knew. Leo, Christian's wolf, sto

e werewolf's growls reverberated like thunder. With an earth-shaking roar, the werewolf lunged, claw

ng form, but it shrugged off the pain, pressing on with relentless determination. Each ste

ped into the eerie battlefield of war, her agile form shrouded by shadows. With a heart as cold as steel, she aligned herself with the witches-

ce. Mia's piercing eyes remained unwavering as she silently stalked her prey. Her fingers caressed the c

ed, and her fingers released the bowstring. The arrow flew true, finding its mark with deadly precisi

With each arrow and blade, she struck fear into the hearts of the wer

of potion. Slowly, it only added to the casualties of the en

, ready to cast a spell. He lunged forward, ready to dive onto her arm. No doubt he was the

a expected, and for the first time in forever, someone had been successful in missing her aim, even if it was by just an inch. What surprised her more was

as taken aback by the sudden interruption. It was because of a certain sm

s target. His yellow orbs glowed and dilated further, if it was even possible. His heart ra

heard his

ttlefield. There she was, a fiery-haired beauty geared with arrows and daggers, her intense gaze

emed to burn with the same intensity as the war around them. Her eyes

at he was torn between. She was the enemy, yet there was something about her that d

sed. She stood in wide-eyed awe as she watched Christian undergo the incredible transformation from a fearsome werewolf back into his human form. The moon's glow faded, and in its place e

erful physique he possessed. His chest was broad and defined, his arms were s

out him, as if he had stories etched into every scar and line on his handsome face. His tousled hair framed his f

Although, who was she kidding? She couldn't decipher the feelings that were suddenly wrapping her in the gist of the moment. Did the werewolf secretly put her under a spell? She mocked. She wanted it t

honed her into a deadly assassin, and she was determin

. But Christian, his instincts sharp as ever, deftly evaded her strikes. He was

As she lunged at him, blades flashing, he moved with astonishing agility. With a quick step to the side,

blades flashing like bolts of lightning, but Christian's reflexes were unmatched. He blocke

ngth was undeniable, even in his human form. He countered her strikes with a streng

opportunity to disarm her. With a swift and decisive movement, he disl

ng blow; instead, he took a step back, a silent acknowledgment of her bravery. Mia was left in utter sur

piece of hunk before her, and next, a sharp pain erupted in her neck, and she knew what it was. She had just enough time to locate the dart, which had been fired

ome man's arms and hearing a soft whisper before her con

a