“Oh, my Goddess… My second challenge…” “What? What are you talking about?” “The Moon Lady or the Moon Goddess told Darius that I would have to face some challenges or trials to be able to prove myself worthy of getting and using the sacred dagger. He said that I had already faced and passed one…” His eyes go wide as he continues, “That must have been the choice that Morpheus was told to make. He was basically told to choose whether you lived or died and depending on what he chose, was if we passed or failed… Now the fight against Henry…” He stops and seems to think for a moment. I move, forgetting that his cock was still sitting inside me as the movement of my hips make him groan and a small moan escapes my lips. Zachariah tightens his arms around my waist, effectively stopping all my movements. He then slides his hand up and down my back as he continues. “No, it wasn’t the fight against Henry as he wasn’t under her control anymore… No, the Moon Goddess made the challenge the c

Zachariah is the first to get out of the shower, grab a towel, and walk out of the bathroom. I take just a moment longer and think about what happened at the cliff and then what Morpheus had said about me being able to make him obey me as well. I understand how easily it came to Morpheus to give the order to obey and not think twice about it. He is an Alpha; he has always been in control, always the leader. Me, I don’t; I wasn’t born or raised a leader and I had made myself into a fighter, a warrior, but now do I have it in me to do what Zachariah and everyone else needs me to be? I am startled out of my head when Zachariah steps to the door and says, “Come on, Yasmine, we need to go.” I turn off the water and step out of the shower, grabbing the other towel that is hanging on the hook on the wall. I wrap it around me and then walk out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and into the closet. I quickly pull on some panties and a bra, before smiling and grabbing a pair of my jeans

I don’t think as my training kicks in and I run to see what is going on. I am surprised when I see lots of werewolves in both their wolf and human forms. However, it's not the wolves that are attacking. Each human form seems to have a small pistol-like weapon. I watch in horror for a few moments as they lift these weapons, pointing them at not only the guards but everyone. It seems to happen in slow motion, as the pistols shoot and the person they are pointing at then falls to the ground. I am startled into action when my wolf makes me move as one of those pistols is pointed and fired in my direction. I dodge whatever they are shooting, run and attack the human-wolf that shot at me. I fight him, but once I have the upper hand, I don’t kill him but knock him out. I then pick up the pistol and take a very close look at it, but it doesn’t look like a normal gun. I then search his pockets and find pull out a black pouch thing. I open it and I am surprised to find tranquillizer darts. an

I flinch as one hand touches my arm and the other moves my hair, hooking it behind my ear before placing it on my cheek. Tears sting my eyes as I don’t know if I can trust what I am feeling. I feel the tingles and sparks telling me that Zachariah is touching me, but then I feel his hands and even without the tingles and sparks, they cause pleasure to run through my body.I shiver, thinking and feeling like I have just done what I said that I would never do, and that is, give my body willingly to someone else other than Zachariah. My breaths then start to shallow and I am finding it hard to breathe. I feel the one touching me move and flinch even more, which makes it even harder to breathe.I try to take breath after breath as I try to apologise to Zachariah for what just happened and for what I am sure will happen every day and more than once for the rest of eternity. Then, all of a sudden, the tingles, sparks and hands are gone. I then feel two little hands and a slight warming.With

I look over at Zachariah and then back at the slightly older lady, a little confused as I ask, “I understand that Summer was meant to be a powerful Witch but still why take her so young?” “Everyone knew who she was and who her mother was and with a little of her witch power already surfacing, I knew she was special, hence the protection circle around our coven. However, what I didn’t realise back then but when I felt her come of age, I knew. She was her father's daughter…” “What do you mean, her father's daughter?” “Her father was one of Werewolf Royal blood, which, of course, didn’t show itself until she came of age. This made her a Witch-Werewolf hybrid…” “But wouldn’t her wolf be more at the front than the witch?” Zachariah asks, “Normally yes, but as you know, even a normal werewolf doesn’t really get their wolf until they are between the age of 13 and 18, making it possible for the witch's magic inside her to grow before the age of 13. Now the other thing that made her even