Isabella Point Of ViewIt was hours past midnight. Exactly thirty minutes past the witching hour. I was up, actually I couldn't sleep, I felt utterly drained, both mentally and physically. I was completely exhausted trying to figure out what the crystal pendant the red circle stole meant. What did my aunt Delilah want with it?She must need it for something really evil. I knew my aunt, and she must have gone through all the trouble to get the pendant because she needed it for something big and for sure it wasn't going to be anything good.I remember seeing the pendant always tight around my mother's neck, it seemed to be a very treasured magical heirloom passed down in my family from one generation to another to protect. Fate didn't grant my mom enough time to groom me properly on what it was, if only there was a way I could figure it all out."Never lose this, protect it with your life." I wince, as I remember my mother's clear warnings. She warned me desperately not to lose the pend

Isabella's Point Of ViewI SLOWLY OPENED MY eyes, my vision blurred and disoriented as I struggled to grasp my surroundings, with an insanely destructive headache.As my senses gradually sharpened, I was greeted by a soft, warm light filtering through the opened window, it was dusk time and I was in my room, back at the pack. I tried to recall the events leading to this moment, only to find fragmented memories and a pervasive sense of disconnection.I remember the red dragon, Dimitri and I fought him and I killed him. I fell unconscious on the way back home. That's all that I can recall.Then, like a gentle breeze stirring the fog from my mind, my gaze fell upon the figures standing beside my bed, it was Iris and Gemini. Their eyes sparkled with relief and unspoken concern."Isabelle, you're awake!" Gemini said as soon as she noticed that I had regained consciousness."She's awake." Iris announced to herself. "We've been waiting for you. We were so worried." Iris whispered.Dimitri ap

Dimitri's Point Of ViewThe room smells of cigarettes and whiskey-- as the auctioneer coordinated the bid organized by Rafael. A young girl in a torn dress, stood, with a chain clinging tightly around her neck. The auction was nothing more than a slave trade, Rafael was selling werewolves and human alike--- men, women and children, like they were just a bunch of animals. It was just disgusting. "Thirty-five thousand, five hundred." Rashnikov said, lifting up a board. He was the Alpha of a little pack up north, the skull pack, nothing more than mafias in furry clothing if you asked me. His mate looked quite decent, Antonia was her name, I saw her approaching my little witch before I left. "Thirty-five thousand five hundred dollars, going…" the auctioneer spoke, searching for anyone with a higher bid among the crowd of Alphas. "Fifty thousand!" Another pathetic alpha chorused, countering the prior bid. His name was Chase, Alpha of the Nok pack, they moved from Africa, finally settling

Isabella's Point Of ViewIn my dream, there's nothing around but darkness. The gibbous moon shines weakly from above-- the only source of light. The sound of Ravens cawing is all I can hear, as they flutter above me in a circular pattern. But suddenly they all begin to drop dead from the sky to the ground, forming a black circle around me-- this was ominous.I could see three ladies, standing in a distance, dressed in all black attires. It appeared as if they were staring right through me.The one on the right was a beautiful young girl with ice blue eyes, with very distinct facial features.While the woman on the left was a young lady, in her twenties or early thirties. She also had blue eyes and distinct facial features similar to the little girl.The one in the center was way older. She had silver gray hair with a long and pointy nose. Wrinkles were formed all over her face and her eyes. She was staring at me intently with a heavy look in her eyes. All three of them looked alike, w

Isabella's Point Of ViewMY MIND FELT like it was going to explode at any moment from now. There was just so much going on in it at the same time.On one hand of the stick, I was glad I finally found the spell needed to end the curse on Dimitri and set the pack free, this was good news, considering the Blood moon was drawing close. The pack would survive the Blood moon coming.And on the other rather crooked hand of the stick, there was a Darkness from my bloodline threatening to engulf the world. Delilah is planning on letting the Namek out, it was only a matter of time.I couldn't be at ease knowing that the black onyx pendant was in the hands of my aunt.But it wasn't over yet. The pendant is a prison world, Delilah would still need the key to open it. In Jósephine's memoir she wrote that the prison was sealed using Namek's own blood. That means Namek's blood was the only key and I know that is something my aunt couldn't possibly get her hands on since Namek is locked up. Even s