ALISA’s POV From a distance, I hear someone scream. But the crackling of the fire and fumes that surround me are so suffocating I do not care to look. I can hardly breathe.But then more screams ensue and through the smoke, I think I see Zion run towards the source of the shrieks. Everything happens in a blur next. Someone, a man, jumps over the flame and into my circle of fire. He swiftly cuts the rope that binds my wrists.I slump into his arms, feel him snake his hands around my waist and haul me over his strong broad shoulders.“You’re going to be fine Alisa,” the man says. A tear slips down my cheek and I know no more. *****I open my eyes with great difficulty. My head feels groggy and my vision is somewhat blurred, almost as if I am swimming under water. I force my eyes to open but for some reason, they feel like they have been glued shut.I sense two people nearby and they sp

ALISA’s POV   Twilight has come and gone but there is still no sign of Ryder. My heart grows anxious as I stare out of the dilapidated hut in the woods, hoping and praying for Ryder to come, but he does not. I have a bad feeling about this. Hours ago, Alec carried me ala piggyback through the jungle just to reach the hut. Nana had promised Alec that Ryder would meet us here to clear everything up before we head back to the pack. But the fact that he has not shown up can only mean one of two things; one, something happened to him or two, he refuses to come to me, a succubus. I need to look for him. I turn to see Alec Winters who is leaning against one of the broken windows with arms crossed in front of his chest. His head is slumped on his chest and he is deep in thought. He has not said a thing since we came here, only silently looking at me every once in a while since we got here. I bite my lips and summon every o

ALISA’s POV “Alisa, you are my long lost sister.”I stare into Julianne’s eyes and see my own reflection in the orbs of her eyes. How could I have been so blind? How could I have not known? The raging fire within her eyes, the specs of violet that flash when she spoke of her family…Our family.I break out of my trance and look down at her charred hand. Gently, I take her hand in mine. She lets me and I caress her skin. With every stroke, my heart breaks. Though I do not remember her, I know deep down that she is telling the truth.Somethings, you just know.“Alisa…look at me,” Julianne calls out once more and I look up.“Join me and lay waste to Red Moon. Let us avenge our parents’ death together. Let us lay waste to the pack that took everything from us. Let them taste death the way they forced death unto us.”I inhale sharply. I feel afraid as

RYDER’s POV I have been severely weakened and because of that, I am unable to break out of my chains. I tug at the chains, struggle with all my might, kick and yell, slam my feet against the ground but nothing happens.Hayden shakes his head. He tells he has tried this many times before I was imprisoned here. These are the chains that only an alpha can break, but with the liquid silver impairing me, I am but an alpha in name. And I am only as strong as the average human.Darkness had fallen on me several times before in my life, but none compares to this, none compares to losing the power that comes with my bloodline.Just thinking of this fuels my anger and I yank even harder at the chains with only the sound of metal clanging against the brick wall to accompany my growl. I had my suspicions about Zion but I didn’t think he would have the balls to carry out this grand scheme of betrayal.Damn Zion! That mother fucker son

ALISA’s POVMOMENTS BEFORE ZION PULLS THE TRIGGER I reach the borders of Red Moon’s pack but strangely, no one stops me. Usually, Ryder’s defence team would be patrolling the perimeters of the land, guarding against any possible invasion from rogues or enemy packs. And normally, no one goes past them unnoticed.But as I gingerly set foot into the land of Ryder’s pack, I do not see a single soul guarding their land.I smell smoke though; thick, suffocating smoke. The kind that clogs your nostrils and sends you into a coughing fit with just one inhalation. Then I hear the pained howl of wolves and the blood-curling screams of the children and the elderly. These are howls and screams that will haunt me for life.Instantly, I break into a run and head towards the direction of the billowing smoke that is starting to blanket the sky in hues of crimson red and ashen grey. And with each step that I take, I pray t