It was pretty scary to see my toddlers holding human hearts and covered in blood. It was, even more, to know someone tried to harm them. Different emotions swirled in me all the way to the Bryxton valley. Most of which was anger. I wanted to look upon the faces of the power-hungry assholes who wanted to hurt my innocent children just for their greed. My anger was appeased when I saw the number of casualties at their attempt. I knew Tabitha and Keanu were far too little to be doing what they did, but gosh was I proud to see the aftermath of the attack. That would teach them not to mess with children. Fear kicked in when I saw the creature in the cage and my heart almost stopped when Dane just strode out of the woods as if nothing was amiss. Something very primal welled in me, somewhat awakening with the possible threats to my man. The protective instinct surged and I grew in tune with the very movement of the wind around us. When Dane said I should not let anyone get away, what I

Striding through the sea of dismembered and burnt bodies, I noticed Anton and Jared bringing one forward. He was bathed in his own blood from a wound in his gut. They threw him forward, causing him to fall face down on the now bloodied ground. "Can you stand?" I asked. "I… yes, alpha," he said and struggled to sit up on his heels, holding a hand to his side. He breathed loudly. "Where is Vrionis?" "B - back in Westlands…" he replied with an effort. "Good. We will help you home," I said and looked in Saraya's direction. She walked up to join me and I said, "can you please portal him back to the Westlands?" She nodded and turned to the west of the grounds. Holding her right hand in that direction, she murmured and the portal opened up. The ray of daylight shone through, illuminating the grounds. "Go on in. Go home," I urged. The Were looked at us one after the other as if he couldn't quite believe we were letting him go. "Am I supposed to take a message?" he asked. "You are

It was calm – too calm, it bothered me. I knew exactly what it meant; the ominousness of the wait was so thick, I could smell it in the air. I had felt it uncountable times before – for decades now, and I knew whatever was coming was not going to be to my liking. It had been more than a day already and Vrionis had not made any move. It was either we have succeeded in scaring him off or he was planning something big. I hate waiting. I like to strategies and make my moves. The Northlands was duly fortified by both magic and tactical defences but I wasn’t cocky enough to think we are impenetrable. They tried to get to my little ones and enslaved a bloody guardian. Blackbeard wasn’t able to give the accurate number of the invaders for some reason and I still haven’t figured out what that ballon was for. I have so many questions and I didn’t;ike that I don’t have answers. I haven’t forgotten he has the Eastlanders as allies and the Eastlands made Saraya. Who knew if they have another

Even though Dane had warned me and painted the vivid horror of what to expect, I was still shocked at the graphic scene of it. Humans were kept in a cage as if they were livestock and the werewolves were scattered about a bonfire, eating humans alive, having quite a feast. There were children and women in the enclosure, even old and young men. I fought hard to keep the food in my belly down It was the most horrific thing I have seen in my entire life – at least what I could remember. And for a moment, I was glad of the oblivion certain whatever I may have witnessed on these grounds before most have haunted my dreams afterwards. Dane and the rest seemed to have a way they dealt with this and I didn't want to interfere with their formation but the agonising cry coming from the left end of the grounds called to me. Dane brought out an enormous sword and charged forward slaying and clearing his way to the cage until he stood in the space between the cage and the rest of the bea

I can't say I was surprised to find a guardian on my tail that bloody Anastasios Martas. I should have left him with those fuckers to rot but I knew I could not stomach the thought of those little shits thinking they could threaten me with a fucking guardian or perhaps I just couldn't stand the audacity of them ensnaring a son of Zeus. I refused to think it was compassion. The very thought made me shake visibly just to disperse the fucking notion. I suppose since I didn't dispose of this one, they figured they could approach me with some carrot sticks. Oh, I knew that was what it would amount to. Fury welled in me. I wonder at the 'carrot' they figure they could dangle this time. I felt unsettled to my very core when my eyes settled on Saraya, managing the wounded as best as she could. My heart constricted. Deep inside me I already know the answer to that. And it gnawed at me that the offer they might have may be too good to pass off. I grounded my teeth in annoyance, hating the