"9"

The fighting had stopped, and I stared at the powerful shifters before me as they cleaned themselves from the dried blood on their limbs. It wasn't about secrecy or silence anymore. Meliodas told us, confessed that they were being closely tailed, and now the priority switched to something else close to desperation. Their pursuers were coming armed with all the hate and fear passed down from generations of mateless hybrids and shifters.

All the misinterpretations and bad memories swirled about their minds like a swarm of angry bees. All of them had been raised to despise Ahbaya and her kind, the Bloodmoon pack regardless of what kind of person she truly was. They wanted me dead and Ahbaya is to be imprisoned.

“It’s no secret how much the Bluemoon pack detest the Bloodmoon.” Meliodas said after cleaning himself. “My pack wanted the Bloodmoon’s bloodline dead, because any relatives must have been somehow corrupted with such unsavory genetics --- a curse that had began with the curse of