LIANAI paced around my living room, my mind still reeling from what I had overheard at the office. A secret society? Agents? The words kept echoing in my head, a mystery begging to be unraveled. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was important, that it was something we needed to know about.I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found Jordan's number. He was Beta of the pack, and if anyone knew about the ins and outs of our world, it would be him. With a deep breath, I hit the call button.After a few rings, he picked up. "Liana, what's up?""Hey, Jordan," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I wanted to ask you something.""Sure, shoot."I took a deep breath. "Is there anyone in the pack, or maybe in the werewolf community, who keeps tabs on... everything going on? Like, someone who monitors all the weird stuff, secret organizations, that kind of thing?"There was a pause on the other end of the line, and when Jordan spoke again, his tone was cautiou
LIANAZaylen's hand tightened around my waist, his expression questioning as he looked between Ricky and me. I could feel his tension; his protective instincts had kicked in."What's going on here?" Zaylen asked, his voice tight with concern.I turned to him with a reassuring smile. "Nothing, uh…"Ricky chimed in smoothly, "Just flirting with a lady I thought was single, but apparently not. My bad."He winked subtly at me, and I gave him a thankful smile, silently urging him to play along. Zaylen didn't need to know the details of why I was really here.Otherwise, it would go like usual where Zaylen would forbid me and I wouldn’t listen to him and then, we would get into a heated argument. I looked up at Zaylen, his gaze searching mine with concern etched on his features. His hand still rested protectively on my waist as he leaned in slightly, his voice low and serious."Why did you come here tonight, Liana?" he asked, his eyes probing.I met his gaze steadily, a small smile playing
LIANAI blinked, momentarily taken aback by his directness. "Ricky? What do you mean?"Zaylen nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Come on, Liana. You know him. Why were you talking to him? Tell me."I hesitated, trying to gauge his reaction. "I... I felt like it. I wasn't trying to take any information from him. Heck, I didn't even know he sells information. I thought he just sold pretty nice drinks, that's all."Zaylen crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "Do you think I'm dumb? You think I wouldn't doubt that you went to this particular club and just happened to be talking to Ricky, of all people?"I swallowed, feeling a mix of surprise and defensiveness rise within me. "Zaylen, come on. Why not? Like he said, he was hitting on me. What’s my fault?” Zaylen arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Yeah, like he would be dumb enough to hit on my Luna. In the Serpent's Den? That's convenient, don't you think?"I paused, meeting Zaylen's gaze steadily. "And how exactly is he supposed
LIANAI knew my guess was correct the moment I saw Ricky’s face. Ricky's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. "So you knew? How did you guess?""It just all added up," I replied, my voice dazed as my mind reeled with the implications.James. Memories of him flooded back — how he had killed some of our pack members without remorse, his eyes cold and calculating. He had claimed it was for revenge against Zaylen, but he never mentioned he was working for some organization. Now, it all made sense. When he failed to exact his personal vendetta, he must have joined forces with Lara in her sinister endeavors.Images of the past swirled in my mind — James' ruthless attacks, his cryptic words. The revelation that he had been a part of something larger, something more organized, sent chills down my spine. Perhaps their ultimate goal was to frame the werewolves for the murders of humans in the forest, using it as a pretext to take us all down.A sudden
LIANA The car was dimly lit, the faint glow from the dashboard casting eerie shadows across Zaylen's face. My heart pounded in my chest as I prepared to tell him everything. The hum of the engine and the occasional passing headlights outside were the only sounds breaking the heavy silence between us. I took a deep breath, gripping the edge of my seat. “There’s this organization,” I began, my voice unsteady. “It’s been around for a while, working in the shadows. They’re called ‘The Secret Society,’ and I know it's a terribly cliche name, but hey, I am not the one who kept the name.” Zaylen chuckled slightly at my attempt at lightening the mood. “Anyway,” I continued, “their sole purpose is to hunt and kill werewolves.” Zaylen glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. I felt compelled to continue, filling the void with words. “They have connections everywhere, Zaylen. In the business sectors, the police force, even in some government sectors. They’ve de
LIANAA couple of weeks later, Sara and I found ourselves strolling through the bustling streets of downtown, heading towards one of the most renowned bridal boutiques in the city. The excitement of shopping for her wedding dress had me buzzing with energy, despite the slightly cloudy sky overhead."I still can't believe your wedding is just around the corner," I said, glancing at Sara with a grin.Sara smiled back, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I know, right? It's surreal." She sighed, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice. "I wish Mom could be more supportive, but..."I reached out and squeezed her hand. "She will come around. She loves you and just needs some time."Sara nodded, her expression softening. "Thanks, Liana. And I am glad Jordan isn’t here. I want his jaw to drop when he sees me in the dress."We walked into the boutique, greeted by the soft scent of fresh flowers and the warm, inviting atmosphere. The racks were lined with dresses of all shapes and sizes
LIANA"Sara, stay here for a moment. I'll be right back," I said, trying to keep my tone casual. I walked towards the direction where I saw the figure sneaking out of the trial room, my senses on high alert.As I rounded the corner, ready to confront whoever it was, I froze.There, standing awkwardly by the exit, was Jordan.I slapped my forehead, a mixture of relief and exasperation washing over me. "Of course, it’s you."Jordan looked up, his expression sheepish. "Hey, Liana."I glared at him. "Jordan, what are you doing here? Sara wanted to surprise you."Sara appeared behind me, raising her hands in defense. "Don't look at me, it was all his idea."Jordan shrugged, giving a sheepish smile. "I wanted to join in on the fun, but Sara wasn’t letting me. So I thought I’d surprise her instead."I sighed, shaking my head. "I thought the whole point was for you to be surprised."Jordan grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And I decided to play Uno reverse card, hehe."I couldn't he
LIANAThe club was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. “This is the best night ever!” Sara shouted over the music, her eyes sparkling with happiness.“You deserve it, Sara!” Noelle chimed in, her voice full of affection. I joined in the laughter, trying to push the worry gnawing at the back of my mind. But Ricky's warning about Lara’s return kept replaying in my head. I glanced around the club, the vibrant atmosphere doing little to ease my unease.“Liana, you okay?” Sara asked, her brow furrowing with concern.I forced a smile. “Yeah, I am just... thinking about everything we need to do before the wedding.”Noelle rolled her eyes playfully. “Come on, Liana. Tonight is about having fun! We can worry about the details tomorrow.”“Yeah, you are right,” I replied, trying to sound more relaxed.One of Sara’s friends handed us another round of drinks, and we toasted to her happiness. But my mind was elsewhere. I knew I needed to call Zaylen. I had promised him I wou