“Thank you for saving our lives out there,” Chloe mumbled after looking around to see that Calistè was alone. Calistè barely smiled and walked up to them.“You owe me your life, Chloe,” Calistè smiled. “You and your friend over there. But first I want to hear everything. Tell me how you lost to Rhea?”Chloe frowned. “Rhea is stronger than we all give her credit for. Can you imagine the technique she used against me?”“What did she use?” Calistè asked.“The dance of death!” Chloe cried. “The fucking dance of death. I’ve not seen anyone who used that technique in a hundred years.”“Well you’ve seen someone who uses it,” Calistè shrugged. “You failed Ghost. Do you know what he planned to do with your body after killing you?”“I don’t even want to know,” Chloe grunted, a frown playing across her face.“Honestly, you don’t want to,” Calistè nodded. “You would be sick if you found out.”Chloe shrugged and turned to face Syke. “You’ve not said a word since. Are you dead already?”Syke did no

Syke turned around in shock. “Did you hear that?”Chloe nodded her head. “I did. Don’t raise your voice.” Chloe turned around searching for where the sound was coming from. The night was silent and dark and the only light coming was that of the crescent moon that was shining above in the night sky. Syke was scared to death. All his life, he had gone for all sorts of missions but he had never been made to go to a graveyard. He looked around from the gate of the graveyard and caught sight of a figure moving in the shadows.“Chloe…” he started.Chloe turned around quickly at his voice. “What is the matter?”Syke shook his head in the negative. The figure had disappeared as soon as it had come. Or was he seeing things? He couldn’t tell for sure but he knew that whatever the case was, it was going to be a miracle if they got back to Calistè whole and hearty.“No one’s going to hurt you,” Chloe laughed. “Always remember, Ghosts don’t exist.”“Ghosts don’t exist,” Syke repeated to himself ov

“What are the reports from your scouting?” Ghost grunted to the senior scout that stood before him.“Nothing much my king,” the scout replied. “Word has it that the Black Wolf Pack still thrives. They are planning their invasion on the North very soon.”Ghost frowned. “That little bastard is getting on my nerves already.” He turned to face the scout. “Have you told Ferran about this recent development?”“Not yet my king. I was waiting for….”“You were waiting for what?” Ghost growled.“Your command, my king,” the scout muttered.“You dumb little rat!” Ghost growled and hit his fist on the table. “Do you need my command to do everything? Do you wait for my command before you go about fucking your little whores?”“I don’t…”“You don’t what?” Ghost cut in.“Nothing, my king,” the scout replied quickly. “I would send your message to the Alpha immediately. He has a message for you too. It came in two days ago.”“And you are just telling me now?” Ghost stared at him. “How more incompetent c

Xavier couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. His mind was racing. He was unsettled by the mere thought of what could happen if their plan went wrong, and it was already going wrong. His strongest female warriors - his sister, Layla and his girlfriend, Rhea were angry with him. His Beta, Jimin was a little bit disappointed in him, and the only person he could turn to for advise was dead already, a second time. As much as he hated to admit it, Dan Damon was still very important to him. Yes, he was an awful dad and wasn’t the best at communicating with his children but when it came to ruthlessness, he was the best at it. In situations like this when on a normal basis, emotion would get the best of other people, it wouldn’t even flinch him. Dan Damon would still do the necessary. Xavier needed someone with a resolve as firm as that to speak to him and give him some words of advise and encouragement again and since his father was unavailable, the next name that came to his mind was the

"How sure are you that he would be turning back to the West?" Ghost grunted over the phone in his usual grumpy voice."I can assure you of it," Elder Obada smiled. His voice was full of excitement because for the first time in years, he could see his plan begin to take shape. Everything was going perfectly, just the way he wanted it to go."So what are you asking for now?" Ghost grunted. "Reinforcements," Elder Obada replied quickly. "The warriors he left behind would not be enough to take on him when he gets back. I need more. I need to make it a clean job this time, and when he dies this time, you can tell your witch friend to leave him dead for good.""That's part of the problem we have here," Ghost frowned. "The only reason Calisté brought him back to life is because she has an ego twice the size of her brain. She claimed me killing the family wasn't enough vengeance for her. She wanted to do it herself. She wanted to see the look of horror on Xavier's face when he was dying and