Third Point Of View: "They are in Akari's kingdom grounds," Isis whispered softly, as baby clouds danced with her hair strands. She pushed the birds away from her shoulder and took a determined step toward the flaming hair witch. "She's coming back then," Medea exclaimed angrily, her mahogany eyes blazing. "We have to get moving," Eve remarked. "Call your partner Medea, he must be here," Isis said as she exited the room. Meanwhile, the pack members were transfixed by the kingdom's castle. Graysen, his mate, his parents, and the pack members emerged from their vehicles, staring at the massive castle that stood beyond the green meadows. The castle stood majestically behind creaking iron gates, surrounded by rows of skeleton trees topped with scarlet and swinging softly in the brisk fall breeze. The beautiful marble fountain stood at its doorway, the subtle gurgle of the pure water lovely as it reverberated in the surrounding calm. The castle was kept encircled by a twisted fence

Third Point Of View: Ryan went forward, and the others quickly followed. Border patrols were perplexed when strangers entered their territory; they couldn't smell or sense them, and pandemonium erupted through the kingdom's mental link. Intruders, Alpha. One of the warriors alerted their Alpha in the midst of the chaos. Women and children make your way to your home's bunker. Graysen became aware of the unease being transmitted over the mental connection. He bolted from the kitchen. "Do something to keep them from getting any closer," He ordered the father of the land and woods. By their father's order, the gigantic tree roots wrapped themselves around the invaders, trapping them in place, tightening around them, ensuring that they would not escape or try to march anyone with the intention of harm. Eve and Medea resisted, attempting to utilize their magic but failing due to the father of forests and land's magic. Ryan and Isis remained still; they expected this, they knew they

Third Point Of View: Fleurie frowned at the sound of the familiar name; the realization hit her quickly, and memories rushed back like wild waves in the middle of a storm. Her heart swelled and exploded with pain; her brother had returned, and just seeing him caused her pain; the sadness drained through her rather than skating over her skin. It managed to pass through every cell on its way to the ground. She filtered it, but strangely, she kept what was pure, leaving only the dirt. She arose from the couch, her body shaking and trembling. She dashed toward the stairwell, tears streaming down her sunken cheeks. Ryan's heart was clenched in agony. Marisa chased her up the stairwell, and Apollo quickly flew toward the stairs; whenever the vibes become gloomy and intense, he shifts immediately. Graysen felt her anguish, but he needed to finish dealing with them before going after his mate. Fleurie slammed the door shut and curled up in one of the room's corners. Marisa rushed into

Third Point Of View: "I'm thrilled you two managed to get back next to each other," Isis said in the most bored-out voice ever. "We have to start training you both, Tsillah will not wait until you finish training," Isis continued, pointing to Graysen and Fleurie, who were still tightly embracing her brother. Fleurie raised her rage-filled eyes to Isis. "Let us begin today; I want to destroy them; I will burn their wicked world to the ground," Fleurie seethed. "Together," Ryan said into her hair, pulling back to face his sister. The sister he neglected. The sister he neglected. "We're going to show them how pain feels like," Ryan said, leaning in to kiss his sister on her forehead. Graysen smiled as he observed the interaction. Graysen smiled as he observed the interaction. "Let's go to the training arena, we haven't checked it yet," Graysen said as he drew the siblings up. "I will lead you to it," Xaun said, and Apollo followed his mate as he began to walk outside. "How ab

4 YEARS LATER " I'm as yellow as the school bus, I'm free and Dark blue as the skies at night, I'm overwhelmed " Fleurie stood in front of the cell's silver bars and said while smiling slightly. " What do you want? " Marisa scoffed, averted her eyes and looked at the cement floor while biting her nails. " To check up on you " Fleurie sat in front of the cell, carefully so she won't touch the silver bars. " What do you want? " she asked again and her voice is filled with void and coldness. Marisa's hair was short, she asked them to cut it short when they decided to put her in the cells as long as she's in the cells, they gave her clothes and toiletries so she can be escorted to one of the bathrooms in the dungeon. " To see how you're doing, you will spend more years here and would be sent to werewolves rehab centre " Fleurie sighed and looked at her fondly, she still considers her as her friend.