It was official. Storm wasn’t human. Lent could see the realization in Kaden’s dull movements and Casper’s freeness. The girl wasn’t fragile. She could protect herself. Worse, she had a knack for attracting other supernaturals. “Jutul, what year are you in?” He heard Kaden asked Jutul, and soughed. Of course, Jutul would have to take over Storm’s investigation and protection. That relaxed him in a way. The lad was capable. “Second year.” Jutul replied, already knowing the task that might be assigned to him next. “That’s good. Take care of Storm. Communicate the same to the others in the clan attending the college. Y’all should keep an eye on her. You are in charge. Any form of insubordination, you can report back to me. And lest I forget, just tell them that Storm is a friend if they ask about her. Don’t give any more details other than that statement. That’s all. I don't want any rumors around the clan. Am I clear?” Kaden asked, and Jutul nodded frantically, almost getting up on

“So, Kaden, what are we going to do? About Storm I mean? It's obvious that they want her. We can't let her be taken. She is our future Luna, you know-when we regain your rightful place in the pack.” Lent asked, folding his arms across his chest, relaxing deeper into his chair, already stilling himself to accept reality. Storm wasn't his to take. She had never been in the first place. He had a mate somewhere else. He just had to be patient.Kaden sighed, dissecting Lent’s words. Reclaim his place in the pack? How was he going to do that? As the days go by, his appetite for the throne wanes and dissipates. As a matter of fact he cared less about the throne or its people, they were in the hands of his brother. They were in good hands. What he only cared about was getting mates for his family here. But Lent always believed that he should go back and fight for what actually belongs to him, his right place as the alpha of the pack; his gamma even thinks that his younger brother might be be

Trauma? Sessions? Kaden almost chuckled, finding the report funny, but for the seriousness in the man’s face and the fact that he had probably worked his ass off to give this report, or did he? Well, if Kaden hadn’t heard from Jutul a very concise report, he would have thought to take up this man at his offer, but now that he knew that Storm was superhuman, that changes the narrative. What if her nightmares were correlated to her powers, and not some psychosis? What if they were warnings? What if they were events that an ordinary human doctor couldn’t understand? He didn’t want his mate to be used as a lab rat, if they ever found out about her superhuman-ness, and so he knew that he had to make up some story to push the man away from him until he had spoken to Storm, and hear from her what she really wanted to do. If she was interested in the sessions, then he would ring up the doctor, but for now, he had to lie. “No, she isn’t around at the moment. But when she is, I will ring you

“You know the clan people have been waiting in the meeting hall for more than thirty minutes…” Jiraq started, as he watched Sonia leave the room with her cleaning equipments. “Mitan had mentioned that to me, immediately he had seen me heading toward your office. He wanted me to inquire if the meeting would still be holding this morning.” “Of course it would; right after my meeting with you. Your reports to me now will play a huge part in the information I will communicate with them in the next few hours. So, tell me, Jiraq, what were your findings?” Kaden asked, inhaling deeply for the first time since Fabiola had deconsecrated the room with his urine. Fabiola. He still wasn’t done with the man. When Liam is fully recovered, his friend would help him recover all the money the swindler had taken from him. Liam would also help him to reach out to the real Gabiola and report his brother’s misconduct. Talking about Liam, how was he doing now? Kaden resolved to see him immediately after

“She is calling? What are you waiting for? Pick the call!” Lent whisper yelled, glaring at a still surprised Kaden. Kaden was shocked that Storm was calling him. He couldn’t help but wonder if all was actually well, if trouble had already arisen, if whoever was after her had caught up with her, if a bounty hunter had finally found their hideout. The thought had him getting up sharply from his seat, and looking around as if searching for a weapon. He couldn’t afford anything to happen to her, not now when he was sure of who she was. When he saw Lent palm his face and Casper sigh, out of disbelief, he knew that he was already acting unlike him. He looked down at his phone, the call had ended. He had missed her call. What was wrong with him? “You would never know what is going on if you don’t answer the call. Calm down, Kaden. She is fine. Now, you can call her.” Jiraq said, not truly believing the entirety of his words; he was only attempting to calm his alpha down. And then he neede