Shawn's POV Sitting in the tent with Martins, I tried to wrap my brain around the truth of the source of the rain but no matter how I tried to run away from it, there existed just one truth. But if truly two pure bloodlines have mixed, then that would mean there has been mating between any member of the Twilight Ridge pack, the Blood Moon pack, and or the Silver shade pack. The Luna Crest are not fitted to be addressed as werewolves. Martins shifted, breaking the silence first. "Shawn, there's something I haven't told you," he began his voice low, almost a murmur. "I can teach you some dark magic spells that might help us find out who's behind all this." I looked at him, taken aback. "Dark magic? Are you serious? No way, Martins. That's not who I am," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. The idea of dabbling in dark magic went against everything I stood for. “We're not even sure of what is going on here and you're already trying to lure me in?” I added. His eyes pleaded w

Lily's POVThe sharp cries of Fiona and Raymond jerked me away from my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.The tunnel's echoes made their crying so impossible to ignore. I felt uneasy as I tried to calm them. I gently rocked them in my arms, but their tears kept flowing with their tiny faces scrunched up in distress."Shh, it's okay, little ones," I murmured, my voice trembling. "Mama's here."Despite my soothing words, their cries continued. I turned to look at Clara for some form of help, but she giggled and continued with what she was doing.I took a deep breath and began to sing a lullaby. I remember when Shawn was still a baby, Mother's singing always drew me to his crib."Sleep now my child,And peace be with you, All through the night. Guardian angels are always with you, All through the night..."As I sang, I positioned Fiona at my breast, and she began to nurse, her cries subsiding. I shifted Raymond to my other breast, and he too quieted, their little mouths work

Shawn’s POV All my life, I had never come across something as mystical as this. It was too real to be true. I walked slowly towards the journal and the closer I went, the brighter the light became. It felt as if the book was calling out to me, drawing me closer to it. As I neared the book, I heard Martin's voice behind me. "Shawn, don't go any closer! We don't know what that thing is!" I turned slightly, glancing back at him. "I can't help it, Martins. There's something about it… I feel drawn to it." The pull was irresistible, a magnetic force that I couldn't ignore. Martins raised his hands to cover his eyes. "I don't want to see what happens next, don't say I did not warn you," he muttered as he moved farther away. Ignoring him, I continued forward until I stood directly in front of the journal. The light was blinding as it engulfed the entire room. I closed my eyes and stretched out my hands to reach the book. Just as my fingers grazed the leather-bound cover, the lig

Marcus's POVI banged open the door to the cabin, slamming it against the wall with a resounding crash. The silence that followed was deafening pressing in on us like a hammer. Winston lingered in the doorway, his eyes looking around nervously.“Marcus, I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said anxiously. “Coming here, looking for the secret passageway—it feels wrong.”I turned to him, my expression hard. “If you’re scared, Winston, you can go back. But I’m not leaving.”More like who I'm looking for.He flinched at my tone but didn’t move. I knew he wouldn’t. Winston might be cautious, but he was loyal. He’d follow me into the depths of hell if I asked him to.I stepped deeper into the cabin, my mind racing back to the events that had led us here.The cat made me feel like I was talking to Lily and that made me disturbed all through the night.I kept the cat close to my window at night, but by morning, the cat was gone. I had to find it.I left my room still in my sleeping attire a

Shawn’s POV Taking another smell at the bottle in my hands, it was undeniably the smell of cloves. Lily and I had been making fun of adding cloves to perfumes during classes. Mother had scolded us a lot of times for doing that. “Cloves have their own unique purposes and are not to be mixed with perfumes, except to fulfill any of those purposes.” Mother had corrected it one time. But of course, we never listened. We delighted in adding cloves to almost all the potions and elixirs we made too. It was weird but we loved it. We had Clara seated on the floor of the forest just a few minutes away from the blood moon pack camp. She was still holding onto her traveler story. I tried to look beyond her face and look deep within to know if she was telling the truth or not. “What is the name of the traveler you encountered?” I asked her. “I'm not inclined to know the names of people I purchase goods from or am I?” She asked back. I looked at her and tried to read into her agai