Samantha Kevin didn't take the revelation well. What worsened his situation was the fact that he was an apex werewolf. He needed to be tamed and controlled.  Glover was on to something, and I knew killing me wasn't his main goal. I had tried to tame Kevin's wolf with my alpha magic, but it had bounced off him. It was safe to say that Glover was creating an army that was immune to my control.  The whole pack was at-risk housing Kevin. Glover was no longer fighting fair. He was using sorcery and other things. I was worried about our future. Glover had been extremely cunning and creative. He had put us on the defensive, giving us no room to be on the offensive. Although Alex had a lot on his plate, especially the issue with his mother, I needed to make him understand why it was

Alex Handing my mother over to the pack leaders was hard, but it had to be done. I went to visit her in her cell. Sam had seen to it that she was comfortable and well cared for. Because she was my mother I couldn't participate in judging her. The panel was yet to decide on what to do. Sam had somehow managed to stall the judgement because of the twins. Nicole and Nicolas were fond of their grandmother. We were still yet to know how best to take her away from them since they had never experienced loss before. I hadn't spoken to my mother, since Hilda had spilt the beans. Sam urged me to speak with her so I could get some closure. She didn't want me to have unanswered questions and regrets. I knew she was right. My mother was happy to see me. The guard had complained that she hadn't been eating. So, I instructed them to bring her some food. " I thought I would never see you again." she wept, and I answered her with a smile, but I was too heartbroken for the smile to touch my eyes.

Alex. My father stared at me for a while. It was obvious he didn't know how or where to start from. " You can continue from the attack," I told him, and he nodded with a sigh. "I wish I had that golden light thing that you did during the attack on the night you fought Raphael. Maybe my story would be different." he started, trying to bring some humour into our discussion. I just smiled so he wouldn't feel like he failed at the joke. His facial expression became serious, and he continued to speak. "They had studied my moves and tactics. They had help from within the pack. That, I am sure of, because of the way they kept communicating with themselves about me. They knew all my moves. They wore me out till I could no longer fight. Eventually, I was overpowered by them, and they defeated me." he stopped and trailed off. " It had been long, I had lost a fight." he said "And that was the disturbance. I didn't believe anyone could defeat me. I wasn't expecting them to be so many. It was

Alex. Soon Sam joined us. She had taken the twins to town and left them with Sylvester to care for them. Due to our situation, we decided that it was best the twins were always in the company of a spirit wolf because of Glover's antics and intentions. She entered in a rush, I knew she believed she was late. " Hope I didn't miss much?" She said, and my father smiled at her. He walked up to her, held her face in his palms and said. " Look at you, Samantha. Who would have guessed that you would be a blessing to my family the moment I decided to take you in? Thank you for not making me regret my decisions and actions towards you." He said and kissed her on her forehead. I knew Sam was embarrassed, and I could understand why. " I bet the Blackwells would be proud of their daughter where ever they may be." He said, and Samantha and I both cleared our throats. Noticing the awkwardness, my father asked with concern looking from me to Samantha, " Did I say something wrong?" I cleared my

Samantha The news about the pending attack got me nervous and restless. We didn't know when our enemies would strike, so we had to be on our guard most of the time. I spent most of the days roaming the grounds in wolf form, listening for strange noises. I wasn't at peace, and neither was my mate. We could both feel each other's anxiety, but neither of us spoke about it for the sake of peace and sanity. Three weeks had passed since Whiterose had warned us of the attack, and yet, nothing had happened. Although we wanted to dismiss it as a false alarm, we intended to remain on our guards, knowing full well that Raphael was the least of our problems. Topping the list was Glover, and he had been too quiet for comfort. We were worried about his silence, but his activities in the human towns had not gone unnoticed. More people were going missing, and some were just too scared to live there anymore. It was safe to say that the human town, where I lived, now had more werewolves than humans as