~Lana~ Lana’s eyes have turned completely white. Her gaze fixed on the bright moon against the night, her arms stretched out, seizing the wind. Her reddish-blonde hair was fading into the color of ash white. The surrounding air became harsh, circling with force and creating heated roars. White vapor sizzled around her while the near pines wavered.  As she stood in the middle of the pine forest, she sensed being hemmed in by potent energy on all sides, and in the next few seconds, she felt the same power become one with her. She gasped at the sudden surge of energy, her eyes shut with the bolt.  The moment she opened her eyes, the clamors of the wind hushed, and the pines stilled. Her eyes were back to the color of blue and her hair returned to its original shade. She huffed and puffed before claiming, “I feel… I feel strong. Like I could do anything." In front of her, Lucille nodded approvingly, answering, “And strong is what you should be.

 ~Morfran~ It was raining densely across the town proper of the Hidden Mist Valley, and the fogs were thicker than usual. Visibility was close to zero. Yet, in the midst of the dullness, Morfran could be seen standing on top of the freshly covered grave, within a private cemetery belonging to the pack’s name.  Tears rolled down his sullen face as he remained standing on top of Arabella’s burial. His hands were formed into fists, his jaws locked, thinking how all his sacrifices have gone down the drain. The woman he loved for so long left him. Arabella followed Gunner to death.  “Arrrgghhh!” He growled, thinking about how he failed to secure Arabella's heart. Despite being dead, Gunner won over him.  Many years back, when he learned that his precious Arabella was mated to his best friend and Alpha, Morfran's heart was crushed altogether. He found her first and so she should have been his! This was what he firmly believed.&nb

~Arabella~ “The rogues are catching up to us,” Arabella said while clinging tightly to Max's wolf. “There are six or seven of them!” She watched as Valencia cast a spell of deception, resulting in the rogues becoming distracted, but eventually, they caught on, following their tracks. They were looking so ferocious; they seemed adamant to catch up with them.  “They are quick!” She exclaimed.  “Don’t worry. We are nearing the borders of the Port of Valmore!” Max revealed, his eyes focused on the path ahead. "Just hold on tight! I'll run even faster!" “I’ve mind linked with Alric. They are coming our way,” Valencia revealed. "Alric won't be so forgiving!" It was because Max and Valencia were too fast that they arrived closer to the Port of Valmore much sooner. They spotted rogues following them while crossing the Blue Moon Pack's territory, and Max suspected they were still part of Morfran’s men.  Her sister Lucille

~Alric~ His black and enormous wolf growled at the three wolfmen that had arrived at the borders of the Dust Mountain Pack, his Beta Dean, and his new pack warriors stood behind him, also in their beast forms. The visiting werewolves brought Alric a message from Morfran.  “Our Alpha said, if you do not return Arabella and Gunner to the Hidden Mist Valley, we will attack the Port of Valmore! We will make slaves of your wives and whores out of them!” Said the wolf, who had earlier introduced himself as Blaze, Morfran’s Beta.  Alric became irked to the depths of his bones, his nostrils flared and his fangs dug against the soil. His eyes narrowed, and he felt all of his hair stand in anger. He announced, “Morfran can attack the Port of Valmore and court death! We will be waiting for him!" He snarled loudly and announced, “Also send a message to Morfran!” While the werewolves from the Hidden Mist Valley Pack awaited the statement, Alric l

~Lana~ Lana found herself staring blankly at the ports, two blocks away from Alric’s office. She breathed in the sea breeze that hit her face and she folded her arms against her, trying to contain her anger.  Her eyes wandered to the busy canal that went through a fraction of the Port of Valmore and allowed its beauty to ease her chest. She sat on the bench, marveling at how very little of the province opened up to the sea, yet it greatly contributed to the booming business of the Valmore Group of Companies. In fact, the trade was the heart of Alric's business.  “I always knew you were this pathetic, Lana! Did you really spy on me and your husband? That goes without saying, you must be having a dull life in bed these past few days.” Lana turned behind her, only to find Geneva mocking through her words.  Lana rolled her eyes and countered, “I don’t know what you're talking about -” Geneva laughed hysterically before she suggested