AALIYAH The night sky is almost out and neither Hector nor his search team are back. I wonder how far they've gone and if any progress is made. Oddly, I find myself worrying about Hector and his team, what if it's a ploy to penetrate the pack?I pray silently to the moon goddess, wishing for a second chance to be the mother of the most precious thing on earth. How careless of me. I truly was careless with my baby. If the moon grants my wish, I know better than to trust him with anyone and anything. I recall how Mellissa struggled to get past my guards, seriously pleading to speak with me, fighting off the guards and pushing her way through, wanting to have at most two minutes of my time. Such desperation from a young girl, and curious as to what might be the case, I succumbed. I asked the guards to let her be and gave her an audience. Like a child, she poured out her heart, revealing her hurt and lack. Not for once did it occur to me to do a background check before believing her

SHELLY.For the first time, Lady Agnes is in the same space as my lover. I feel his agitation and fear, but I don't intervene, at least Lady Agnes is not harassing him or whatsoever, so why not? If I want him to open up to the public about us, I might as well start pulling down the walls now. Not just for Petian’s sake, I’m human too. He has his mask on, which provides him the liberty to see and speak through its narrow slits. He sits on the couch, away from Lady Agnes, his long slender legs flexed.Lady Agnes is carrying Aaliyah’s baby, patting him quietly so he doesn't scream. But he does, regardless. His irises are changing colours from the perfect sea blue to a dark colour, and tiny furs creep all over his skin. He will make a deadly wolf, I presume. Aaliyah is lucky, too lucky than I can imagine and it hurts. She has the perfect life even as a child. She had a great papa, it's quite unfortunate that her mama die. A great pack, superb and sexy ass mates at her butty call, and t

SHELLY.By dawn, he left the house like a creeping insect afraid to be preyed on by evil birds. The baby is awake, his beautiful sea-blue eyes on me and his chubby cheeks a delight to see. When his long eyelashes flickered, and he took in the environment, I can't forget the surprise in his eyes, and then came extra surprises as he sees the same face he dreaded. “Sheesh...” I whisper, reciting a cool poem aloud. "I'm not a monster, would you relax for once?” I puff, worn out. Right now, his cheeks deepen and his lips pout, taking the perfect position of a crybaby. Suspecting it's going to be a heavy downpour, I rush to his side. “Hey, baby boy...” I clink my tongue to make noises that babies love, at least Petian loves it. And she smiles back at me. I continue the ritual of flicking his cheeks and singing, but it's futile as tears begin to let down, damning my efforts more as it rolls effortlessly. Moon! I scoop him in my arms and begin to dance the dance of every mother, and i

AALIYAH The noise from the entrance makes me jump up in bed. It's not so loud, but for a restless soul like mine, it's loud enough to make me uncomfortable and curious. Mixed emotions glue my butt on the mattress, should I go find out or should I not? It's certain it has to do with baby Hendrix, he's been the only buzz for three nights and two days, and I can't stand more without his actual presence. The warning letter is enough for a lifetime, I’m yet to figure out what to do with it. Managing to pick up my wretched pieces, I lift my butt off the bed, tossing the sheets aside. Guessing it must be Hector and his search team, I slide on my footwear and dash for the door. With the rate at which my heart is beating, it would give up if I’m slapped with any more disappointment or priceless ransoms. Could it be that they failed? Because if they did return with my baby, the cheer will be so intoxicating and the joy contagious. But it's just almost quiet like every regular day with the

HECTOR "And what's that supposed to mean? It's beyond outrageous! It's hilarious that you don't concur. I don't expect otherwise, you only enjoy the resources whenever and however, and do not bother about how it's been gotten or how much is left of it.”"Nonsense! Perhaps your head is the best ransom after all.” She spills before pressing her lips together to keep it shut. From the look of things, her convinced tone, and the expression on her face, it means there's an iota of truth underneath and there may be something she's keeping to herself. Then she straightens to gain composure, not meeting my eyes. My expression freezes, as though I was stabbed by her words. I flip the paper to study the content keenly, smelling something fishy and determined to pinpoint it.“Pardon? Kindly repeat.” I finally found my words, and each utterance is a struggle. Unexpectedly, as if to cover her tracks, she keeps mute and turns to walk away without leaving any response that may be a hint at her s