DARIAN’S POV“I don’t want to wear a veil on my birthday,” Elva cried in my arms. “I’m trying my best, Darian. Why can’t I just shift for once?”“I’ll clock twenty soon. There has never been a late bloomer who stayed up to twenty before finally being able to shift. Am I cursed?!”I wrapped my arm over her shoulder, hoping to bring comfort to her spirit. Then I whispered to her, “It will all be fine, Elva. There’s still hope.”Last night was the most embarrassing moment of our lives. The king’s words came harsh on both of us. If only I had known that he would lose his temper to the extent of using those harsh words on his own daughter. To make matters worse, the queen was also on his side.“There’s nothing we can do about this, Darian. Just admit it. I’m not a werewolf,” She said, sniffing back some tears that were about to burst out.How could I tell her that I was even feeling the same way at this point? I’d tried everything I could. That was even the reason I slept with her, hoping

DARIAN’S POVI held my sword as I waited for Demian to return from the Foghill pack. They were the closest pack to ours, and I heard they were among the packs who tried to bring us down the moment they heard that my father was weak. Demian had gone there to kill all of them. They were a pack whom we had helped countless times, not knowing that one day they’d repay our kindness with evil.But even though Demian had gone there to do justice for what they had done to our pack, my anger was bubbling out of the kettle for him. For taking the life of our own father, I was going to bring him to justice as well.The corpses of two elders hung in the center of the pack. Some omegas had told me that those were the elders who wanted to overthrow my father before Demian intervened. He had mercilessly torn their guts out and their lifeless bodies with flies perching their eyes, hung there for everyone to see, including their own children.Unlike me, Demian could be ruthless at times. He was a mean

DARIAN’S POVI paused when I saw Elva with Alpha Granth, his arms around her waist. But I wasn’t bothered. That man had about four mates already. I only hoped he had no intentions of wooing her, else I wouldn’t mind challenging him.However, at the moment, I felt very bad for arriving late for Elva’s birthday party. Well, better late than never, right? Just then. It dawned on me that Elva, whom I had been staring at, had been staring at me as well.“Darian!” She suddenly cried out, running towards me and going through the crowd dancing in the ballroom.Everyone began to gaze at the princess to know whom or where she was running to, and her motions finally led all eyes to where I stood.Elva and I embraced each other. Her blue eyes gleamed, she said to me, “I missed you so much!”I cupped her cheeks in my arm, staring into those beautiful ocean blues eyes like it had been forever since I saw them last.“I missed you too, Elva,” I told her and instantly apologized for coming late to her

ELVA'S POV"No way! No Fucking way," I uttered with disbelief. "There's no fucking way I shifted.""You did, Elva. Everyone is excited now," Darian said to me.I sat up from his arms. We were both naked. I could remember when we were having sex last night. The memory was clear. I could remember how he held my waist by the window and shot power thrusts into me. But that was as much as I could recall."Tell me more," I begged him.With a heartwarming gaze, he kissed my neck and said softly, "You should try eating up first. We'll talk at the dining table.""I'm really eager to know now," I cried, "please tell me.""Your wolf is beautiful, Elva. The only thing I haven't found out is if she has special powers," Darian said.Having special powers was rare among ordinary werewolves, but Lycans were certain to have them. Mother had her special healing ability which she aided with her knowledge of herbs and flowers. Lu's special ability was his immunity to poison. He ate anything he wanted and

ELVA'S POV"Once in a very long time, the red moon appears. We call it the blood moon because it looks like someone bleeding heavily. It could take a thousand years to emerge, or even ten thousand. But whenever the blood moon emerges, something special happens in the land of werewolves. The last blood moon ended up wiping the clan that defiled the moon goddess. But two blood moons ago, it was a case of creation and not destruction. The silver wolves were born by the Moon goddess herself. They emerged as male and female — a clan possessing the ability to kill any kind of werewolf, be it ordinary or Lycan.However, the male silver wolf made a rule that their clan shouldn't be allowed to mate outside, so he began with his female counterpart and they bore children who mated with each other to birth more silver wolves. As time went on, they had enough numbers to be called a pack. However, the rest of the werewolf world happened to be against them, seeing them as a threat that should be eli