Clad with the veil and the outdoor dress Diana got from her cousin, Lina, she leaped from one roof to another. Transferring from one cabin to another cabin within the old residential area of the Crescent Pack, Diana tapped the right side of her chest. A warm and hard surface welcomed her sense of touch, the Moon’s Tear was beating as if it was alive.‘With this, the Werewofl Committee cannot usurp both the Crescent Pack and the Blood Claws Pack. I know now that the events of the past were somehow related to this necklace. All I have to do now is observe and see their next course of action.’ Diana thought as she welcomed the whip of the air as she raced above the rooftops of the imperial palaces.The sun was at its highest peak as the branches of the Cherry Blossoms trees swayed from east to west or to south from the north. With the wind changing direction from time to time, her woodland scent disguise could not be smelled even with the heightened sens

“YOU LOOK LIKE a colt who is about to hit puberty, Diana lass. Or should I say, Luna Diana?” The deadpan voice of Rakiz Lemoir made Diana roll her eyes.Their footsteps were followed by the splashing of the ankle-deep stream they were trudging on. Aside from their trailing sound of footsteps, Rakiz Lemoir’s high-pitched voice came second. No amount of cricket or a lark’s sound could stop his pesky mouth from criticizing her. And he was doing it for hours already ever since they stepped out from the borders of the Crescent Pack.Diana could not blame why Rakiz Lemoir was telling her this. Her hair was cut out as if some rabid rogue chewed her head off and spit it out. Her turtle-neck sleeves were yellowish in color but she could swear that they were supposed to be white. Beer stains and mud splashes littered her overly loose pants. A beaten maroon-colored scarf surrounded her head and her face while her eyes were the only visible part of her face

The buzzing central town of the Crescent Pack where Diana grew up and spent most of her time was the complete contrast to the Black Ridge Pack. Among the four great packs that supported the Werewolf Committee, the Black Ridge Pack of the eastern territories was the most adept with nature. They valued tranquility and peace among others with which Diana’s late father, Beta Mason Ritchell, shared the same principles. If Elder Shananel was the goddess of battle strategies, the late Beta Mason Ritchell was the bringer of peace. He was harsh to his kin for he wanted nothing more but to instill that war between other packs was useless. This stand of her late father was the root cause of the occasional friction between the siblings Mason and Shananel, the only direct descendants of the previous beta. Because the late Beta Mason shared the same vision with the previous alpha of the Black Ridge Pack, the eastern pack was deemed to be the closest to her father. He would often visit his old frie

“SHE IS PLANNING to go down,” said Rakiz Lemoir in a whispered voice. He was now hunched atop the rooftop parallel to the restaurant where Diana Ritchell was situated along with her prospective mate. A voice whispered back in a yelling tone. Her hot breath fanned over Rakiz Lemoir’s nape, making shivers run amok down his spine. “I thought that zhe ran away from him the first time they met?” “Goddess, Laville! Stop acting like a freaking mushroom, will you?” Rakiz Lemoir snapped. Laville, who was Shinor’s chosen beta and the Black Ridge Pack’s new beta, merely rolled her eyes. Rakiz Lemoir’s attention was now fixated on the sun-kissed woman with kinky hair that reached her slim waist as if it was her second skin. He continued even when for a lapse of a moment, he went lost from her pool of rich blue eyes. Not minding that he was on the verge of choking from the accumulated spit that clogged his parched throat, he opened his clenched mouth. “And yes she did ru

Diana woke up fresh for the first in what it felt like a long time. Her wolf, Teshin, purred languidly at the back of her mind. Rolling her eyes, she was smacked by the gorgeous sight beside her – her sleeping mate in his naked glory. Tiptoeing, Diana wore his discarded shirt before she went to the bathroom to wash herself up. When faced with the mirror, Diana could no longer deny herself – she was contented. Shaking her head, she knew there was no more point running away. What she feared the most was accepted by Dylan. Despite the fact that he once hunted witches, he would protect her – and now, she did not doubt it. She felt it through their bond. She was his as he was hers. Two entities bound together by a bond to death. This time, Diana wanted to believe in the mate bond one more time. Dylan proved it to her time and time again that not all mates were like Axel Crescent. She only hoped that she was indeed right. There was a saying: shame on you if you fool me once, shame on