The low hum of voices filled the dimly lit meeting hall as I sat at the head of the long, oak table, flanked by Xander and the elders of the Pack. The air was thick with tension, the weight of impending danger looming over us like a storm cloud. We were in the midst of a crucial meeting about the surging rogue activity on our borders.My head was pounding from all the thoughts and amidst this chaos my satellite phone rang, alerting me, Xander caught my eye and I excused myself from the table and stepped into the shadows, my fingers tightening around the phone as I pressed it to my ear.“Grace,” Rober said from the other side, his voice tight with tension."Robert, what's going on?" I demanded, my tone edged with concern."Grace," his voice crackled through the line, urgency evident, "we've located Morax's lair. We need your help to find the entrance and attack them."My jaw clenched at the news. Morax, Lizzie’s master, whom we had been hunting for months, was finally within reach. I g

The night went restless, we knew where Morax was staying but had no way to attack him. We were waiting for the reinforcements but in my mind, the time was slipping away like grains of sand through our fingers.In the meantime, we thought of laying low, as we didn't want to alert Morax or any of his advisors. So we decided to explore the surrounding areas to gather intelligence and perhaps find an alternate entrance to Morax's lair. We stumbled upon an abandoned building, a building that seemed to have weathered the p*ssage of time. It was an opportune spot for us to rest and regroup.As the werewolf warriors sought refuge within the empty building, we hastily set up our makeshift camp. Tents were erected, weapons sharpened, and a flickering fire cast dancing shadows on the cold, stone walls. Despite our weariness, the air was charged with tension, and sleep remained elusive.Everyone settled down and slept but I found myself on edge, pacing around the desolate building in the eerie si

“Mason you have to understand, this is the way of fates, not me.” I tried to explain. My heart was pounding as I looked into his intense gaze.Mason's jaw clenched, his frustration evident."But Daisy, we're destined mates. You know this and I know it too, then how could you have two of them,” he exclaimed.“My dad told me that I have two souls and each soul would have its own mate. I didn’t choose this.” I said, my emotions running high.“This is fu*king ridiculous. Are you fu*king with me because if you are then you are the stupidest person.” he spat at me.My temper flared at him.“You think I did this deliberately, you idiot, why would I do this? You are my mate, I should be celebrating with you, not fighting with you.” I retorted in anger.He sighed in frustration.“What are we supposed to do now?” he asked me, his voice was laced with anger.“You won’t accept my other mate?” I asked nervously.He shot me a vicious look, the look made me flinch.“Accept the other mate. Are you cr

Our group moved toward the Morax’s lair. The air was tense as we moved in unison, holding our breaths. Completely aware that our one single mistake could make things worse for us as a group and also would let Morax get away or worse, he would attack us and defeat us.I shook my head, dispelling the negative thoughts. I only need to focus on the good and not the bad part. I was the future demon queen, I should not think about these small things.Demons like Morax come in a dozen when you are a powerful demon and when it comes to me, I am also a powerful part witch. The ancient bloodline following in my veins was a stark reminder of who I was and how lethal this power was.Michael was standing by my side and his eyes were focused on the perimeter.Suddenly we came to a halt in front of the same building in which we found Morax’s trail, some tried to move, but Dad raised his hand to stop them and they stopped looking at him questioning.“Aren’t we supposed to go in?” the werewolf warrior

I waited anxiously as the sound of thumping footsteps echoed in the tunnel. All the witches present there were already dead and some were convulsing and then I noticed Dad’s dark wisp doing the dirty work.Dad’s smoke tendrils were soaking up witches' powers and making them lose their age.Dad saw me looking at him and he smiled.“This is a long battle, Daisy, I need my powers and they have a lot to spare. I need to be in my best form to fight Morax, but as you know fighting him would be hard. Because he is my brother he knows things that make me vulnerable as well as things that make me strong. I can’t take the risk. Trust me I am not the bad guy here.” Dad hurried and explained it to me.“I was not doubting you but I was just confused, you don’t have to explain,” I *ssured him.“But you were giving me that look,” Dad said and I frowned.“What look? What are you talking about?” I asked in confusion.“The resting b*tch face,” Mason piped in.“I don’t…” I started to say but Michael int