BEFORE THE NIGHT OF HISTORY

Xavier woke up with a terrible headache and to the realization that the worst might have happened while he slept. Standing up from his master bed, he stared at his reflection in the mirror that hung on his wall, directly in front of him. He noticed that he had grown a bit taller in the last few weeks and his hair was getting fuller. He ran his hand through his hair and washed his face with water. It was the morning of their mission to the North and he knew that this particular mission would be the highlight of his reign as the Alpha for a long time to come. He had not spoken to Rhea since their little quarrel the other night and Jimin too seemed to be disappointed with him. He turned towards the door and pushed it open. The room opposite was Jimin’s and he was surprised to see that the door was still open. Jimin loved to sleep with his door closed for privacy so for his door to be open, it could only mean one thing - he was not in the room and as much as that seemed to be the only pla