Syke turned around in shock. “Did you hear that?”Chloe nodded her head. “I did. Don’t raise your voice.” Chloe turned around searching for where the sound was coming from. The night was silent and dark and the only light coming was that of the crescent moon that was shining above in the night sky. Syke was scared to death. All his life, he had gone for all sorts of missions but he had never been made to go to a graveyard. He looked around from the gate of the graveyard and caught sight of a figure moving in the shadows.“Chloe…” he started.Chloe turned around quickly at his voice. “What is the matter?”Syke shook his head in the negative. The figure had disappeared as soon as it had come. Or was he seeing things? He couldn’t tell for sure but he knew that whatever the case was, it was going to be a miracle if they got back to Calistè whole and hearty.“No one’s going to hurt you,” Chloe laughed. “Always remember, Ghosts don’t exist.”“Ghosts don’t exist,” Syke repeated to himself ov
“What are you doing here?” Chloe asked, her eyes fixed on Mork.“I should be the one asking you that question,” Mork smiled at her. “What are you doing in the middle of a graveyard with a shovel in your hand?”Chloe dumped the shovel on muddy soil. “Looking for you.”Mork bent his head and frowned. “I suppose the two of us do not have any unfinished business.”“No we don’t,” Chloe affirmed. “Then what are you doing here looking for me?” Mork stared at her.“Just checking up on you,” Chloe shrugged. “And why are you not running around, running little errands for the lycan King’s daughter.Mork stared at her for almost a minute before finally replying. “I hear Rhea’s been hanging around with the wrong people lately.”Chloe nodded. “You heard right. She’s fallen in love with the Alpha, the son of Dan Damon, Xavier.”Mork shook his head in pity. “How much more unfortunate can Ghost be? Losing the only person he can trust to the enemy.”“What are you saying?” Chloe frowned. “We still have
“What are the reports from your scouting?” Ghost grunted to the senior scout that stood before him.“Nothing much my king,” the scout replied. “Word has it that the Black Wolf Pack still thrives. They are planning their invasion on the North very soon.”Ghost frowned. “That little bastard is getting on my nerves already.” He turned to face the scout. “Have you told Ferran about this recent development?”“Not yet my king. I was waiting for….”“You were waiting for what?” Ghost growled.“Your command, my king,” the scout muttered.“You dumb little rat!” Ghost growled and hit his fist on the table. “Do you need my command to do everything? Do you wait for my command before you go about fucking your little whores?”“I don’t…”“You don’t what?” Ghost cut in.“Nothing, my king,” the scout replied quickly. “I would send your message to the Alpha immediately. He has a message for you too. It came in two days ago.”“And you are just telling me now?” Ghost stared at him. “How more incompetent c
“Are you going to keep staring at me all night witch?” Mork asked, his voice full of spite and disgust. Calistè smiled at him. She was used to it already - lycans speaking to her in that manner. No matter what she did for them and how long she stayed with them, it wasn’t going to do any good. She was never going to fit in.“Of course I didn’t come here to stare at you all night,” Calistè smiled. “I have better things to do with my time. I came for the body.”Mork stared at her warily. He was surprised and he couldn’t hide it. How on earth did she know about the body?“Don’t act so shocked,” Calistè shrugged. “Remember that I’m a witch. You can’t really hide stuff like that from me for a very long time.”“True,” Mork nodded. “I almost forgot what you were, witch.”Calistè snickered and moved closer to him. “Call me a witch from dusk till dawn. That is who I am. Do you know who you are? You’re nothing more than a puppet, a puppet that has devoted his life to serving a spoilt little pri
Xavier couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. His mind was racing. He was unsettled by the mere thought of what could happen if their plan went wrong, and it was already going wrong. His strongest female warriors - his sister, Layla and his girlfriend, Rhea were angry with him. His Beta, Jimin was a little bit disappointed in him, and the only person he could turn to for advise was dead already, a second time. As much as he hated to admit it, Dan Damon was still very important to him. Yes, he was an awful dad and wasn’t the best at communicating with his children but when it came to ruthlessness, he was the best at it. In situations like this when on a normal basis, emotion would get the best of other people, it wouldn’t even flinch him. Dan Damon would still do the necessary. Xavier needed someone with a resolve as firm as that to speak to him and give him some words of advise and encouragement again and since his father was unavailable, the next name that came to his mind was the
“Pack your things everyone. We’re heading back to the West.”The warriors of the Black Wolf Pack woke up with a jolt. They had been preparing all night for their invasion of the North the next day and it came as a shock to all of them that the very person that had been on their toes, expecting them to be hyper prepared for the D-day was backing out of the plan at the last minute. Jimin, Rhea and Layla were the most shocked at Xavier’s sudden change of plans considering the fact that he had not spoken about it with any of them and Jimin frowned at Rhea wondering if she was somehow the reason they were having a change of plans.“Don’t look at me like that,” Rhea complained. “I had absolutely nothing to do with the sudden change of plans. Ask him whatever.”Jimin ignored her and walked over to meet Xavier. He tapped Xavier on the shoulder and Xavier turned and smiled at him.“Hello, Beta,” Xavier smiled. “Trust you had a good night.”“Yeah,” Jimin muttered wondering since when Xavier beg
"How sure are you that he would be turning back to the West?" Ghost grunted over the phone in his usual grumpy voice."I can assure you of it," Elder Obada smiled. His voice was full of excitement because for the first time in years, he could see his plan begin to take shape. Everything was going perfectly, just the way he wanted it to go."So what are you asking for now?" Ghost grunted. "Reinforcements," Elder Obada replied quickly. "The warriors he left behind would not be enough to take on him when he gets back. I need more. I need to make it a clean job this time, and when he dies this time, you can tell your witch friend to leave him dead for good.""That's part of the problem we have here," Ghost frowned. "The only reason Calisté brought him back to life is because she has an ego twice the size of her brain. She claimed me killing the family wasn't enough vengeance for her. She wanted to do it herself. She wanted to see the look of horror on Xavier's face when he was dying and
Rhea stared at the lifeless body of Mork on the floor. He had been her personal guard for as long as she could remember and he had always been good for her. It was sad that when she needed him the most, he had turned on her for personal glory, and now he was dead.“You shouldn’t have killed him,” Rhea frowned.“What should I have done with him?” Calistè grunted. “He wasn’t going to give us any useful information.”“He was always good to me,” Rhea muttered.“That was before he became over ambitious,” Calistè frowned. “Mork didn’t really care about you anymore. All he wanted was to harness Steve’s power.”“And what about Steve?” Rhea asked. “What would we do about him now?”Calistè looked over her shoulder at the long line of graves that were ahead of her and she shrugged. “I would say we dig through all the graves in St. Jacques tonight but I’m standing with a princess who can’t get her nails dirty.”“I don’t even have nails,” Rhea muttered, staring at her fingers. “I can’t be here all