POV: HardinI wiped the perspiration from my brow and moved closer to the Silver Claw pack boundary. I was sweating, but not because of the intense heat. The future of our pack could be made or broken by this meeting."Remember," I whispered to myself, "to be powerful without being menacing." amiable but not feeble. "As I got closer, the border guards became more tense. I held up my hands to signal that I was okay."I'm Hardin, hailing from the Purple Moon pack," I exclaimed. "I'm here to speak with Alpha Marcus. "The guards glanced at each other. At last, one gave a nod. "Follow me."I couldn't help but be in awe of Silver Claw territory as we strolled. It was bigger than ours, with crystal clear streams and verdant forests. Understandably, they had previously hesitated to ally with us.In a clearing, Alpha Marcus was standing by. He had sharp blue eyes and a big, sturdy build. "Hardin," he uttered in a low voice. "What brings you to our lands?" I inclined my head a little. "Alpha Ma
POV: JennaWith my thoughts racing, I paced back and forth in my tiny room. Everything was shifting so quickly. I felt disoriented, Darrel and Ivory were back together, and the pack was in jeopardy.I stood up when I heard a knock on the door. "Jenna?" It was Mia. "Can I come in?" I inhaled deeply. "Yeah, come in."Mia came in, her expression troubled. "How are you doing? You were not present at the pack meeting. I shrugged. "I didn't think I needed to be there."Mia took a seat on my mattress. "Jenna, you remain a member of this group. Your viewpoint is important. It sounded bitter, so I laughed. Does it? I am no longer the Luna. Not even that I'm dating Darrel. Mia, what am I?Mia extended her hand and grasped mine. "I consider you a buddy. And a powerful wolf. You are needed by the pack." I was tempted to trust her. But uncertainty bit me. "I don't know if I belong here anymore."Mia's gaze expanded. "What are you saying?"There was another knock before I could react. It was Darre
POV: Ivory WellsI was holding the old, dusty book with trembling hands. When I found it, we'd been looking through the pack's hidden library for hints concerning Elder Rovin. It was a history book, but unlike any I had ever seen.I cried out, "Darrel," my voice faltered. "You need to see this." With concern on his face, he hurried over. "What is it? Have you learned anything new about Rovin?I gave a headshake. "No, it's... it's about my family. "Darrel scowled as he studied the book. "Your household? What do you mean? I gestured to a page as I opened the book. "Observe. There is speculation of a strong family line. Light and shadow controlling wolves."As he read, Darrel's eyes got bigger. "But that's... that's like Darcy's power. "With a beating heart, I nodded. "Exactly. Moreover, observe the family name."Darrel let out a gasp. "Alright. Your name is in the family. "I muttered, "My family had these powers." "Why didn't I know about this?"Hardin stormed into the room at that mome
POV: Ivory WellsThey say Life is perfect when you are young and in love. Would I have ever thought that I would ever lose Darrel? Nah, not in my wildest dreams.. “We have arrived,My love.” He said,parking in front of the hotel that would be used to host my Birthday. I sat still in the car, willing the anxiousness inside of me to be gone. I sighed and alighted from the car. Darrel took my hands and squeezed it reassuringly. I sighed. Here goes nothing.“Happy Eighteenth Birthday, Ivory Wells!!” I heard screams and Camera flashes and I smiled. My girlfriends, Candy and Tiara walked up to me and handed me a birthday gift. “We love you, Ivory.” They both chorused and I smiled.“Thanks girls.” I said and we all hugged each other. Darrel held my hands and kissed it, and I smiled. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He whispered in my ears and I smiled at him.Darrel and I had been in a relationship since I was 13, and he was Fifteen years old. I had my parents, Darrel, who was the son of the
POV: Darrel William.I never knew that watching TV could bring so much pain and sadness. And so much Anticipation,Longing for someone. I was sitting in my living room after a long day of work when I turned on the news. Just like any other day, I was expecting to hear stories about politics, weather, and maybe even some human-interest pieces. “Here we have seated with us, the brave investigative Journalist,who assisted in bursting the crime ring that the Anthony family has been terrorising New York for 30 years. Let’s welcome, Ivory Wells.” I heard as I sat on the chair in front of the TV. Ivory walked into the arena, her smile bright.A smile that I had missed for years. Seven years. Seven years had passed since I had set eyes physically on Ivory. Not ever since I angrily banished her from the pack, years ago. She was different, very different from the 18 year old Ivory I had known, fallen in love with and chased away.The girl who had once been reserved and quiet was now bold and
POV: Ivory Wells.I woke up on Monday morning feeling refreshed and ready to take on a new week. Last week had been a successful investigation and I was proud of myself for the hard work I had put in. As I got dressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I thought about how far I had come in my career.I got into my car and made my way to work, turning on some upbeat music to psyche myself up for the day ahead. As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed my boss, Mr. Johnson, waiting for me. He looked serious, and I wondered what was going on."Good morning, Ivory," Mr. Johnson said as I approached him."Good morning, Mr. Johnson. Is everything alright?""Yes, everything's fine. I just wanted to give you this." He handed me a pale yellow envelope with no return address.I looked at the envelope suspiciously. "What is it?""It's from Darrel. The same guy that has been sending Numerous Letters, for over a year now." Mr. Johnson said, his expression neutral. And I sighed.
POV: Ivory Wells.“Jeremy. This is Miss Ivory Wells. Ivory, this is Jeremy, Alpha Darrel’s firstborn child.” He said and I staggered back, Anger filling me up.What sort of Mockery was this? How dare Darrel try to rile me up, by sending me his son, when my child had died in my own fucking hands?! My heart pounding with anger and disgust as I was sure that they had done this to provoke me. I could feel my muscles tense up, and my hands balled into fists as I struggled to maintain control over my emotions. Jenna had been a hateful person but this was an all-time low for Darrel.I knew they would go to any lengths to make me miserable, but I never thought they would stoop so low as to bring a child into their twisted games. The little boy in front of me was Jeremy, the son of Darrel and Jenna. He was brought by Darrel's Beta, Hardin, and my blood boiled as I realized this meant they were trying to manipulate me with an innocent child."Take him away," I said to Hardin, struggling to ke
POV: Darrel Williams.I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Ivory had always been a calm and collected person, never one to lash out at anyone, let alone kids. But that's exactly what happened. At least that was what Hardin told me."It's not like her," he said, his voice low and concerned."Ivory has always been great with kids, even the ones she's never known before.""You mean to tell me that Ivory lashed out at a kid? That's not like her at all," I asked."I know, that's why I'm so confused." He replied and I sighed"I know, that's what's so strange about all of this," I replied, feeling frustrated and confused."Wait a minute," I said suddenly, a note of realization creeping into my voice. "What happened before she lashed out?"“Her face drained of colour, the moment I told her that Jeremy was your son.” Hardin said and I sighed in confusion.“There’s something we still haven’t figured out yet. We need to do that, else we won’t be able to understand the reason for her lashing