They say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives. The familiar trees and winding road lull me into a daze as we approach the looming pack house. Even with the windows rolled up, I can hear the lively talking and laughter spilling from the banquet hall, just like it was three years ago. My stomach twists into knots at the unpleasant memories this place brings back. Before I can dwell on it further, the car rolls to a stop. I take a deep breath and step out to see my biological mother already approaching, a surprised look plastered across her face. She quickly composes herself. She greets my foster parents with tight lips and a strained smile. "Luna Melanie, Alpha Brandon, what a surprise to see you here. And who is this lovely young lady?" Her words drip with faux courtesy. Melanie squeezes my shoulder reassuringly. "It is a pleasure to see you, Luna Meranda. This is our daughter, Kailani." "I didn't know you had a daughter," Meranda said. Her eyes narrowed for

Terry I froze, shocked to my core. The girl who had disappeared years ago now sat mere feet away. Her black hair tumbled over her shoulders in waves, and her eyes were a striking green. She looked healthy, fit, nothing like the scrawny teenager before. Kim glided up beside me, slipping her hand into mine. "What's wrong, my love? You look troubled." I tore my eyes from Kailani to smile weakly at Kim. "It's nothing." Kim kissed my cheek, and the ceremony began. I couldn't focus as my mind kept drifting back to Kailani. Theo's voice rumbled in my mind. "We can’t let her get away this time. We need to protect her or we will regret it." I scowled inwardly at the wolf. Regret letting Kailani go? She made her decision by leaving. Keeping her here would only lead to more trouble. After going through the engagement, everyone cheered. I felt indifferent. The moment I had been looking forward to for years felt like nothing all of a sudden. I found myself getting another glass of wine. "Did

Dr. Mitchell's eyes bore into me, and I felt a shudder run down my spine. She seemed satisfied with just a simple glance, offering no taunts or aggression towards me. Instead, she turned away without another word, leaving the training grounds alongside Alex. Wasn't that how she always was, though? S

I tossed and turned in my bed, the doctor's words echoing in my mind. My heart raced as I contemplated the possibility of suddenly dying because I no longer had a wolf. Dr. Mitchell had said with cold certainty, "A werewolf without its wolf is only living a half-existence. You can't live without y

Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me. "I didn't expect to see you here, Terry," a familiar voice called out from behind me. I turned, and there was Alex, the Alpha Heir of the Blood Rose Pack. My blood ran cold; his presence was unexpected and unwelcome. It was the first time his pack had entered the tournament, which was surprising considering their reputation for ruthlessness. "Have you given up being an Alpha Heir and finally acknowledged that you would be a worthless Alpha?" I taunted, my voice dripping with disdain.