Patrick and Jig eagerly awaited the day when they would unveil the enigmatic werewolf to Bianca. If they played it out well, in just four weeks Jig would become a father of the most powerful creature in the world.“We just have to earn her trust. Once she feels comfortable with you, you can persuade her to have a baby together,” Patrick advised, cradling a thick album filled with photos at his side.“...or”, Jig’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, “I can use these drugs to quell her senses. We don’t need her mind, just her body.”A shiver ran down Patrick's spine, an inexplicable disgust washing over him as he pictured Jig getting close to his daughter. Yet, this was the price he had to pay to achieve his goals.“Just restrain your demons for now, and do it as discreetly as possible,” Patrick hid the uneasiness filling up his guts.“As you wish, dad,” Jig mocked him. “Those ‘demons’, as you call them, might prove quite useful.”“Wait for my signal. I’ll let you know when she is r

“That’s good that you decided to go out, my dear,” Patrick stood in front of Bianca, at the heart of the woods, bathed in silver moonlight. Bianca kept silent, her ebony feathers glistened in the soft glow. Her eyes, once sharp and knowing, now held a distant and confused look. She shifted uneasily, uncertain of her surroundings.“Don’t feel anxious. I’m over the moon that you’re feeling stronger at last,” he came up to her slowly and intended to hug her. Bianca, feeling uncertain in the arms of a stranger, wanted to oppose it, but she could not push him away. She realized she needed that, she needed to be taken care of.Patrick finally hugged her and reassured her everything would be fine. “Just trust me.”Staying so close to her, like a father to his daughter, he motioned for Jig to approach, his eyes carrying a mix of hope and tenderness."Bianca, my daughter, this is Jig. He's... he's your husband."Bianca turned her gaze toward Jig, her eyes scanning the wolfish figure before her

Michael sniffed his alpha scent around a big tree by the river. It suddenly dawned on him that only Dean could be the pass to Bianca, whether she was alive or dead. He had to convince him to stand by his side.“Dean!” Michael growled, scaring the birds off the branches. When they left, not even a single crash distorted the silence.“Dean!" He howled at the top of his lungs, disregarding any risk of being heard by others, including his enemies.The tension piled up, he knew that something was about to happen.“You’re not going to let go of it, right?”His moves were soundless - Dean suddenly appeared in front of Michael’s eyes. He was huge - the biggest werewolf ever seen in this part of the world.“You mustn’t trust Stacy too much. He didn’t save Bianca selflessly, or at least tried. He has a plan, but I don’t know yet what it looks like.”The moment of hesitation that followed those words made it clear - Dean, despite his mightiness, treated every single word coming from Michael’s li

A red flag flew over the entrance, deprived of any door. The wind could easily run through the lighthouse from top to toe playing with the red canvas like a smoker with a burning lighter. Samuel was already there - at the top of the lighthouse, ready to confront Dean.He looked through the window into the night bathed in a cold moonlight and, before his eyes got used to the darkness inside, the door slammed. Dean turned up in front of Samuel. And that was a big moment for him, he was able to see Dervel’s personification in every dimension.Before Samuel opened his mouth, Dean growled and demanded answers.“You and Michael had better not lie to me. Now, I can see that the whole world is turning around Bianca. Are you really married to her?”It was difficult for Samuel to regain composure seeing someone who looked like Victor’s murderer. But right then there was no other choice - without Dean on their side, Bianca would be lost forever.“I am her only husband and she is my mate. I'm tel

“Mom, just don’t leave me. Don’t leave me like that!”Bianca screamed in a dream as if some of her memories started to come back. Heavy breaths filled the cavern, watching her sleep was the last thing they could do at that very moment.Michael stood in the doorway, already shifted into a man.“Thanks God, that’s you! Your plan worked!” Patrick sighed with relief. In his caricature of fatherly feelings, the last thing he wanted for Bianca was Jig in her bed. What’s more, he felt such disgust towards him, since the moment he showed the dead woman's skin, that even recalling his name, made him feel sick.“Not so much, Patrick,” he locked his eyes on Bianca and continued with his breath jigged.“Dean has come back! He was supposed to leave this pack and never come back but he helped Samuel. I don’t know if he’s coming here or not. Either, Samuel can still be alive. They both might be coming here right now!”A loud bang echoed throughout the cavern - Stacy jumped off the high stool and ord