Five years later[Nivera’s POV]“Luca, where are you now?” I asked, careful not to shout in order not to disturb the people around.I reasoned he was probably playing hide-and-seek again with me, but without telling me, and I had agreed with Lucien to not make use of my abilities to find him anytime something like that happened. We were trying to be normal people, after all.“I’m sorry, have you seen my son? He has curly brown hair and eyes with chubby cheeks,” I said to an old lady who was struggling with pulling her overloaded trolley.“Do you know how many people’s kids match that description? Please, be on your way and don’t bother me,” she said, dismissively.“Well, I tried my best, Lucien,” I said in a whisper, then sniffed the air to catch Luca’s scent, and as soon as I caught a whiff of it, I immediately followed the scent.From the looks of it, he was where they sold ice-cream at the mall. I definitely should have looked over there first. He had a great love for ice-cream whi
[Tyler’s POV]I yelled angrily, forcing myself to not lay hands on her, but rather struck my fists against the sculpture of one of my ancestors in the throne room and it scattered into many different pieces.The maid, Tami, moved backwards, looking up at me with dreadful terror as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She fell to her knees, clasping her hands tightly and begging me for mercy. “I… I am sorry,” she said.“Sorry? That’s all you have to say? You’re sorry? Tell me, who is your Alpha? Who is your Lord? Who has power over you?” I yelled at her.“You… only you, Alpha Tyler,” she said, sobbing really hard as tears kept on rolling down her cheeks in torrents.“It’s my fault, Alpha King Tyler. Please, let her be and punish me instead,” Malia said, and she immediately kept quiet as I flashed her a cold glare.She looked down at her feet, bending one toe over the other, appearing to be afraid.“Of course, you deserve to be punished and I will see later to that. Don’t get ahead of y
[Tyler’s POV]It was a small thatched cottage which appeared to have seen many years. The carriage ride to this cottage, while following the instructions on the map had been so long, but since I had already begun the journey, I couldn’t turn back. I just hoped that all the troubles were worth it in the end, and that I finally got a solution to restore my Pack to its former glory.I knocked twice on the door, but there was no answer. Apart from the rustling of trees, there was no other sound coming from around the environment or even from the house. The cottage was in a quiet area, and I suspected that it was either I had lost my way or there was no one at home; preferably the latter.I looked around, and not seeing anyone, I tried opening the old wooden door whose paint was washed off with holes in it. As expected, the door was opened and it made a creaky sound as I opened it wider and stepped inside what was the darkest room I had ever laid my eyes on.“Hello, is anyone here?” I call
[Lucien’s POV]I was stroking Luca’s hair as we watched an episode of his favourite cartoon while Nivera made Mac and cheese in the kitchen. All of a sudden, I began to perceive smoke; like something was burning.“Babe, are you on the phone? Check on the food. I think it’s getting burnt,” I yelled from the living room.“The food is all right, but I can also perceive…”“Lucien! Nivera! Help!” It was Ryle’s voice and it came up from his bedroom upstairs. Luca and I exchanged glances and Nivera dashed out of the kitchen, looking as confused as I was.“What’s wrong?” she asked.“I don’t know, but let’s find out,” I said, then told Luca to keep on watching the cartoon while his mum and I went upstairs to see what was going on.The door to Ryle’s room was wide open and the smell of smoke grew even stronger. Words cannot explain the horrid sight I met once we both stepped in, which registered a kind of shock in my brain, and I knew instantly that I would never get over the painful look on Ce
[Tyler’s POV]Meeting with the witch, Celeste, had made me understand how I could save the lives of the people I had left. If the other werewolf communities could find a way to go through my Palace gates, it meant that we were not safe even in the Palace that was expected to be a safe haven.When she spoke about Lucien, the vampire whose face still haunted me in my dreams from time-to-time, I remembered the world I had gone to when I was in search of Nivera. It was a whole different world, beyond the knowledge of any of my werewolf counterparts, and it got me thinking. If I could get my people to that world, they would be safe.Since it appeared that they were mostly humans, nothing was stopping us from migrating there and pretending to be one of them, while we were werewolves in secret. I had no idea on how to go about it, but it seemed to be the only way out for all of us.I couldn’t just let the Crescent Pack go extinct like that. I needed to do something, anything at all, to save
[Nivera’s POV]“Let me fucking go. Do you even know who I am and what I can do? I’m a fucking hybrid, you psychopath,” I said, as the stranger with the familiar hand grabbed my arms and forced me to go with him.“Oh, shut up. You’re nothing without that useless vampire, and guess what? He’s no more. I’ve gotten rid of him, and you’re mine now,” he said.“Bold of you to assume that you can easily get rid of Lucien O’Hara. And I don’t belong to you. I am no one’s property,” I said to him.He pushed me to the ground, making me fall to my knees, so that I now knelt before him, after which he began to drag me by the hair and kick me for no reason. I didn’t know why, but at that point, I was unable to make use of any of my hybrid abilities despite how hard I tried to.“What did you do to me? Why am I so weak? Why can’t I use my abilities?” I asked, trying to break free from whatever was holding me back.Even in the dim light, I could see a smirk appear on his face. “You should stop trying s
[Tyler’s POV]“How is my precious Carl Washington doing today?” Jocelyn asked as she stepped into the study room. I had been expecting her presence after seeing the terrestrial ball she called a portal dancing next to the door.I shrugged. “I’ll never get used to that name,” I said.“It’s okay. I can just call you Tyler if you’re more comfortable with that. It’s not like the authorities are always present to monitor everything we have to say,” she explained, then sat down on a stool beside me and eyed the map I had been working on.A month ago, all the documents had been processed and finalised, and I had been able to move to New Orleans with my family, as well as the other members of the Crescent Pack who had also acquired new identities.The estate I had been able to acquire was more than enough to house the remaining members of our Pack, and slowly, we had been adapting to the human way of life and maintaining our territory.In the near future, we were going to transform more human
[Lucien’s POV]I just got off the phone with one of the surgeons and was informed that the date of Celeste’s surgery had been fixed and all the preparations to ensure the surgery was successful had been put in place.A smile spread across my lips as I skipped up the stairs and knocked on her door gently, waiting for her to usher me in. I could perceive that she and Ryle were inside, and unless they were making out or something, they should have answered and opened the door already.“Hello, I know you’re in there. Can I come in?” I asked.What seemed like ages passed, and there was still no response, so I simply just opened the door and walked in.To my surprise, Celeste laid on the bed, looking like a completely different person. No, it wasn’t just the ugly third degree burn scars that still looked hideous despite all the treatments she had undergone, including steadily taking her potions. She looked older, and wrinkles were slowly starting to show on her face, particularly on her for