When I came back to the hospital, I tried to distract my mind by helping the healers with the wounded. The healers were all pleased to have me in the infirmary and they told me my presence gave people hope because I was with them as their Luna but they were also worried because I was supposed to be in one of the bunkers for safety.“I rather help here than do nothing,” I said to the Head Healer, Dr. Heather, of the infirmary building and his face softened as he watched me organize the stacks of medical supplies needed for the badly wounded, “My husband—your Alpha is fighting out there and I just couldn’t sit in one place overthinking about what is happening. I have to do it.”“I understand, your Grace. And we are all happy to have you here with us. You symbolize hope for all the people in this building. That's why many of them believe that Midnight Pack will survive. They all believe in you and the Alpha.”My eyes glittered with tears, happy that the people loved and appreciated Hunte
“I hope you are not angry with me Hunter…”“Angry?! You are making me insane, Cassandra! Didn’t I tell you—”I didn’t let him finish his words and kissed him fervently after he led me to his private room in his headquarters. I could feel his emotions all over his head and I needed him to calm down before I explained why Monica and I went to that place.Gently, I pulled from him as soon as his breathing started to slow down and he looked at me with worry but I saw in his eyes that he was also glad I was there, “I’m so sorry, love. I know I promised, but plans changed and Monica has been hysterical since Weston left her in the infirmary without even telling her where he would go. Why he is here, Hunter? Did you ask him to go with you?”Hunter held my hand and stared down my face, “No. I just noticed he was following me in the forest after I left the infirmary. He told me he didn’t feel safe in that place and he needed to be with me in this fight so I let him. I didn’t know he just left
The Lester and Black Haw soldiers were fast when they built a small arena on the cliff using wood and metal platforms. The fighting on the battlefield ceased after Flavius agreed to Hunter’s challenge for a duel to death.And the word Death was like an icicle pike aimed and focused at my heart, ready to stab me if Hunter failed this—I frowned. No. There was no way I would let myself think my husband would die just like that. I would never let that happen. Please, Moon Goddess…don’t ever let that happen.I felt Monica’s hand touch mine, and her fingers were ice-cold against my skin even though the ocean breeze that night wasn’t that cold because so many people wanted to witness the duel. The cliff was crowded from both sides of the pack, but it was clear how intimidating the number of the Black Haw and the Lester Pack was, compared to the population of the Midnight Pack.“There is a change in the rules!” an old man screamed at the top of his lungs and everyone was silenced as the curre
It was a nightmare I refused to believe.How many times did I think that Weston came after my husband’s life, scared that he would betray Hunter again? Was I a monster after I thought about all of those horrible accusations about Weston who just sacrificed himself for his best friend?Monica’s scream shattered my heart into tiny million pieces as I watched my husband stand, his face dark and his eyes crimson red as he jumped to the one with a metal claw and sank his teeth into its shoulders, pulling its limb away from its body. The whole crowd was still silent after witnessing Weston’s death but Flavius’ mental laughter didn’t stop until Hunter let out an ear-splitting howl of anguish as he picked the metal claw and sent it flying straight to where Flavius was sitting.I felt like my throat tightened and dried when I watched how the same weapon that killed Weston pierced through Flavius’ chest and killed the old man in an instant, stopping him from laughing until he fell on his chair
“Cassy! So how is it?” Walking down the stairs of the post office, the baritone voice of the man leaning against the car put a smile on his lips. And oh, please don’t think wrong about it. He was actually my brother, Troy. Troy had the same brunette hair as mine, hazel eyes, and was one foot three inches taller than me. He looked like a delinquent but he had a good heart----He made it his job to check on me 24/7 but not in a derogatory sense, though. I came from a Gamma family in a large werewolf community called the Midnight Pack. Even though I, myself was merely an Omega, My father, Xanthros Clark was one of the advisers of the Alpha. And despite growing up without a mother, I never felt deprived of love. I was proud of being a daughter of a great Gamma warrior, who sacrificed herself in a war against a hostile pack that attacked Midnight Territory sixteen years ago. Troy flicked the cigarette away from his fingers and stood with his hands in his pockets, waiting for my answer.
I excitedly clung to the letter as I gazed longingly at it. "What do you think, Dad, about the fact that I might require a new dress for this particular occasion?" The smile steadily dwindled away as his expression stiffened. Dad looked down at my perplexed face, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you can't go to that event, Cassandra. You are an Omega, and your presence doesn't matter in that place. You are not allowed to be in Carter's vicinity going forward, and you will not see him."Dad's comments were like hot blades stabbing through my heart, worse than how Carter treated me, I frowned, gently shaking my head in confusion. I couldn’t understand why he was being so austere with the situation. As much as I wanted to stay calm, the disappointment and pain were too heavy for me to pacify the agitation I felt. I never wanted to yell, but it was impossible for me not to raise my voice, "I know what I’m doing! Carter loves me, Dad! I know you are disappointed in me for being a weak Omega,
[HUNTER’s Point-of-View] Nothing impressed me here. As we entered the old conventional hall of the Crescent Pack, an absurd feeling made me frown when a middle-aged man with an unpleasant sneer approached me and my Beta, Weston, dragging a tiny lady with him. The she-wolf was shivering terribly, like a cold puppy in heavy rain. I raised one of my eyebrows and gave Weston a quick look from the corner of my eye. "I’m sorry I forgot to tell you about this man, Alpha Hunter," Weston whispered to me apologetically. "This is Castor. A diplomat from the Dessert Moon Pack." I never left my eyes on the suspicious man wearing a knee-length silk coat with a gold ornament hanging on his waist and a turban on his head. His face just looked foreign from around this area. Hmm... Dessert Moon Pack. That group of cowards who had always been neutral between the Black Haw and the Midnight Pack for over a decade. Cunning werewolves who gained a lot of profit from the war that my deranged father star
[CASSANDRA’s Point-of-View] "Cassy? Cassy, are you alright?" Blood drained from my face, and my whole body shivered. I felt like time had stopped. Like I was pushed into a void and got trapped there for a while. There was nothing in that chasm. Everything was black. But an alluring, powerful scent pulled me up to the surface. A lifeline that forced me to breathe and persuaded me to keep breathing. The pain of betrayal after watching Carter choose Kaya was hard to ignore, but the scent was so strong that it distracted me from the pain and wanted me to focus on it. It stirred my inner wolf, wanting me to search for whoever that was. There was fear and hesitation in me, but my curiosity was so intense that I had to do it. With Macy shaking me violently on my shoulders, reality sucked me back as I stared at her terrified face. "Cassy! You don’t have to stay here. Do you want me to walk you home?" Macy asked. She was furious and full of worry. "I-I just need to go somewhere, I whisp