Tiffanie: Dear Diary, It is officially ten months now since Silver left us, ten months of despair. I feel numb everywhere. Nothing and no one excites me anymore. People avoid me everywhere because I have become scary to look at or talk to. I got this way because I kept blaming everyone, myself included for my sister’s disappearance when I should have been doing something about it. Victor was right when he called me a coward. I’ve been too afraid to do anything to help, constantly bringing up excuses as to why I couldn’t continue on my journey. I ended up picking a fight with him when he called me a coward to my face but maybe I was just scared of hearing the truth. Regardless, it feels awful to be in this state of knowing what I did was wrong and hating myself for it, but also being too afraid to do anything to change it. Silver’s letters are the only thing I look forward to. Victor swears they aren’t from her, but it’s her handwriting and it sounds just like her. The last time,

Alpha Damon: Gwyddion’s frail body shook as he knelt before me, confessing his crimes. “What you did deserves capital punishment,” I told him through gritted teeth, trying to keep my anger in check. “I know, my lord. I am ready to accept whatever punishment I deserve, but the girl had to go home. She has suffered enough and nothing is going anywhere,” Gwyddion said. I frowned as my fingers dug painfully into the rough material of the throne chair. “So you thought you could take matters into your own hands,” I hollered, hitting my fist on the throne. “I was going to release her in a few days! She was my Luna. What made you think she was suffering?” Gwyddion looked at me with a look that showed me he didn’t believe what I was saying. Even I didn’t believe what I was saying. I knew my Luna hadn’t been entirely happy being away from her own family, but I had it all under control. “My conscience couldn’t take it, my lord. I’m sorry.” “You’re the one who kept pressurizing us and rem

Silver: “These are the latest silver bullets crafted from your father’s book like you showed us,” one of the soldiers told me. “Watch what happens when I shoot it at the target compared to a normal bullet.” I watched with eagerness as the soldier shot Rogu who was tied up, with the normal gun, but there was no scratch or reaction from him. However, when the soldier shot his left arm with the crafted silver bullet, Rogu began to writhe and scream out in pain. “It works,” I exclaimed. “That’s amazing!” “Unfortunately, we can’t kill him since he’s the werewolf available for us for testing,” the soldier explained. “That’s alright,” I told him. “We’re just getting ourselves prepared in case their Alpha declares war. There’s no telling whether we’ll actually have to fight them or not.” I inspected the other weapons the soldiers and technicians had created under such notice and was marveled at how good they were. At this point, Rogu who was the only test subject was begging for death b

Silver: “I had second thoughts about your plan,” Victor said when I told him why had happened. “I knew something like this would happen. I just knew it.” My entire body was shaking. If word got back to the werewolves that their people were being killed just to test our weapons then we would be done for. They didn’t know what they were doing. They didn’t know how ruthless those man beasts could be. “If only you hadn’t outed Rogu to everyone,” Victor continued blaming as usual. “If only you hadn’t transformed. Couldn’t you just hold yourself…?” “Can you just shut up!” I yelled and he looked at me in surprise. “I get it. I messed up and you kind of warned me about it. But what is all of this ‘I told you so’ actually going to solve. Our lives are in danger but all you care about is reminding me what a fool I was and how right you were. It’s really tiring. If you don’t have a solution then just shut up and stop adding to my problems.” Ever since I got back, everything and everyone had

Alpha Damon:When I saw Gwyddion’s body dangling as he used his last moment to try and detach the rope tightened around his neck and wringing his life away from him, I was half-tempted to run to the executioners and order them to let him free. Maybe it was my fear or my anger, but I remained rooted on the spot, watching the man I had respected for ages fight a little more until his body hanged limply. A chilly silence spread throughout the crowd. I had made my point clear. Their sweet Alpha was gone, and a hard one had taken his place. After five executions the past week alone, only a desperate fool would try to cross me at that point. I had to admit. A part of me had assumed I would finally get a response from the goddess, or something would stop his death from happening. I had been so confident about it, that in a way his execution could have been regarded as bait for them, but no such thing happened. The silence of the goddess gave me all the confirmation I needed. They were