Avril's Point Of View In the aftermath of fortifying the border shield, our return journey through the portal marked the completion of our efforts. Yet, within those fleeting days, a cascade of events unfurled. With steely resolve, Mother dispatched the Dark Fae, bearing an uncanny resemblance to my father, into the confines of the prison. Following this, the seven fallen warriors were sent to the makeshift morgue hastily arranged in the infirmary. There was already a morgue, but it was not enough to handle the extra deaths. A trio of Dark Fae soldiers injured during the battle but not killed were consigned to the prison's confines as captives of war. Their wounds would receive attention, but their fates hung in the balance of forthcoming interrogation. In truth, they would be tortured if information was not forthcoming. I had so many questions that wouldn't be answered very soon. Talking to Mother about it was a priority, which I would deal with once we had settled in, showered
Avril's Point Of View Today, Mother was holding a trial of the six traitors. The captured Dark Fae were not included in this, nor was Mother making an announcement that we had captured any. She didn't want Lord Umbra to think she still had them, in the same way, she wasn't announcing we had captured Evangelos, our Father, her mate. The Dark Fae were still in antimagic cells, being tortured. I didn't think we would gain any information from torture. In the books I read while in the Mundane Realm, the widely accepted view on the effectiveness of torture for obtaining reliable information was that it was unreliable. While torture could elicit information, it was often unreliable due to the extreme duress the individual underwent. In other words, anything they told us was probably false. Besides, it was common knowledge that Lord Umbra loved to torture his own people, and his methods were horrific. I hoped that Mother would execute the captured Dark Fae, with the exception of Father a
Avril's Point Of ViewWe were finally going home.Home.As I made my way out of the grand hall, my thoughts were in a state of chaos, overwhelmed by the events of the past few weeks. The memories of those incidents were still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't shake off the unease that had haunted me ever since.Upon our arrival, all my attention was directed towards Duan and Neri as I was determined to break off my betrothal contract. However, the others were preoccupied with supporting Mother and dealing with her issues. Little did we realise that our problems were related and would involve a monumental conspiracy to oust my mother from the rightful position of the Fae Queen. It was a complex situation that required our utmost attention and effort to resolve.The protective shield that encircled our borders was a formidable force that kept the Dark Fae at bay. Now, with the collective power of all the magical beings present, it has been fortified to an unprecedented level. The shield'
Hi, all my lovely readers.Book 3 is finally finished and published. While I have started the next book, I will also be writing a side quest that really should be told first. It will provide the necessary background for Books 4 and 5. These two books are set in the future and are based around Prince Cedric and Princess Lucianne. The side quest, Dragon Princess, involves Christina, who is Daemon's younger sister.A few other side quests, stand-alone novellas involving Aurora, Evangelos, Ruby, and Lysandros, are also planned. They will happen later.I will not be posting Side Quest 1 chapters as I write them, as school report season is approaching, and I will be swamped with them. If you notice any mistakes, please leave a comment. I have endeavoured to find as many mistakes as I can, but have no doubt missed a few.
Eighteen 1/2 Years Ago Mara's Point of View One by one, I felt the devastating loss of every member of my pack, their lives extinguished by a vicious attack. All of them. Every single one of them. My world shattered into three hundred and sixty-eight pieces exactly. "Mara! You must go straight to Mitchell and Alana. They will protect you," were the last words I heard from my beloved mate Davide as he mind-linked me. "Davide!" I screamed back at him across the mental void. "Davide! Why have you left us?" My mate Davide, my Alpha, my love, had fallen too, leaving me with a grief that cut deeper than any physical wound. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't surrender to it. Not yet. Not with our unborn daughter relying on me for survival. Our entire pack was wiped out within an hour of them attacking. Rogues, from what I had managed to hear from the mind-links before it all went silent. What if I had not been out of the pack that day for a routine doctor's appointment?. Davide ha
Adriana's Point of View Six Months Ago I was turning 18 in a few months, but I wanted to get a job as a musician. There was no opportunity for that to happen if I only stayed within the pack. Luckily, a friend of my mother, James, owned a restaurant, and even though I was underage, he said I could play the piano at night. I really wanted to get out of the pack and perform not only covers but also my own music. Being an Omega meant being at the bottom of the heirarchy ladder. Unfortunately, I didn't have friends because my mother had home-schooled me instead of sending me to the pack school. Not having friends was hard when I was growing up, but there were some bonuses. Frankly, I think I got a better education than the others. My mother told me I was home-schooled because my eyes were the colour of amethysts, like hers. It was very rare, and I had to keep it a secret. I didn't quite understand what she meant by special, but she told me bad people would kill me if they found out. If
Daemon's Point of View Looking out the window, I was trying to take my mind off the current dispute I was having. The gardens were well-kempt, and the outside street was free of rubbish. Various wolves and Omegas were walking past, going about their daily lives. All of them were completely unaware of what was happening in the packhouse. Most of them were clueless about what goes on behind the scenes to create a successful pack. With increasing irritation, I turned back to deal with this argument. I could feel my anger rising, and I was close to losing my temper and destroying something. How dare Mitchell try and pressure me into this. Was I not the Alpha? Was I not capable of making my own choices? I bet my mother Alana put him up to this. All she is interested in is having grandchildren, so she probably pressured Mitchell into this. "Daemon! Son! Please listen to me! You need to find your mate," he said to me. I know my father was trying to reason with me, but he just didn't get i
Daemon's Point of View My father wanted me to find my mate, and it was going to get problematic if I didn't at least look. I still didn't think I needed one yet, although my wolf Theo disagreed. "I felt her about three months ago, and then she disappeared," he said. "I need to go find her soon." Yes, Theo was able to talk to me. We could hold conversations in our head, though sometimes it was like talking to a child. Talking to your wolf was something only those who had the Alpha gene could do. In normal werewolves, their wolf aspects did not speak to their human counterparts; they only made them aware through intense feelings. It also meant that those packs led by someone who didn't have the Alpha gene were at a disadvantage. Usually, an Alpha would come and take over. Some very harsh Alphas made a point of taking over other's territories, but I wasn't like that. As for finding my Luna, I did go and look around our pack for her as Theo suggested, but I didn't see her. Considerin