Nari's eyes widened in surprise when she saw me seated at the high table. She swiftly recovered and recomposed her expression.  She must have thought that I would still be cursed and in my wolf form, weak because my human form was dying. Well, she thought wrong. "Did you miss me, Romeo?" Nari's soft, musical voice reverberated loudly against the now silent hall. A winsome smile decorated her face which previously would have tugged at my heartstrings.  Now, it made me want to gag.  The innocent smile and charm were at odds with the dark veins protruding against her sallow skin. I wondered if the curse that she cast upon me had caused those blackened veins because she looks as if she's been hexed.  If she is then let me just say, karma's a bitch. My eyes traversed the hall once again and I found the chairs where the Moonstone pack was supposed to be seated noticeably vacant

Annabelle Aoki   Williams was the first to go down. With his white hair and wrinkled skin, it was obvious that he is the oldest among all the council members. His slow coordination caused him to be at a disadvantage and he wasn't able to fend off the synchronized attacks by the pack warriors and me, making his death a quick and clean affair. Raven was tougher to kill, her enchantment spell had affected a number of the pack warriors and they ended up attacking each other. Her move made me sloppy, instead of attacking her, I had to focus on separating the pack warriors that she enchanted and holding them off from killing each other. It was fortunate that Raven became distracted at some point and I was able to maneuver the killing shot. The witch had made a careless mistake, turning to glance at the

Romeo Price I left my bedroom in a daze, and in spite of my recent loss, I was calm. I had found acceptance, contentment, and camaraderie. Annabelle made me realize I am not alone, whatever I am facing, the boys will always have my back. They are my anchor while she is the sail that carries me forward. And for once, things are going in the right direction for my love life. Annabelle had just said that she would tell me everything that I wanted to know and the relief that I felt took away the sting from the pain of losing my dad. Finally. No more secrets between us. I went to my office in the packhouse and informed the Royal Council of Dad's passing and instructed them to initiate the preparations for Dad's funeral procession. Both the Alpha meeting and Royal Council meeting have been postponed and everyone in the Kingdom will be attending Dad's funeral procession, his final journey across the city from the castle to the Royal mausoleum. I was in and out of meetings throughout the

We arrived on the tarmac next to a plane that was painted with the Werewolf Kingdom's livery and crest. The interior was equally impressive, the walls are covered in wood paneling, plush leather seats in clusters of two, three, and four, and a small minibar sat at the corner. There was a door which I later found out led to a bedroom with an equally impressive king-sized bed.  The plane took off not long after we arrived, and once we were surrounded by white fluffy clouds, Jughead started briefing Romeo of his schedule and engagements, one that both amazed and scared me. It has made me realize one thing, he wouldn't have a single moment available for my confession, so my best bet is to get a private moment with him while we're on the plane. Two hours later, Jughead finally left Romeo's side and I watched, my eyes half hooded, my expression relaxed, pretending to be asleep as Romeo made his way to where I sat. "Follow me." He crouched next to me and whispe

Lux Lupus Romeo Price   "I'm proud of you, son." After the Alphas dinner, Dad's words replayed themselves relentlessly in my twisted mind, over and over again like a broken record. How could he be proud of me when he is dead because of me? Dad had pushed me out of Sebastian's way and substituted himself. He bloody sacrificed himself so that I would live.  I. Killed. My. Dad. I am the reason he is dead.  I could feel myself spiraling into the darkness, my vision replaying the way Dad's eyes had lost their luster as life extinguished from within him, the screams of pain from Mom and Uncle Reynold, the cold, lifeless body that lay on the floor. When he died, a part of me died too.  Unexpectedly, I found light.  What surprised me was my mate, Annabelle. That night, she called for food that I didn't want to eat and assemble