Standing inside Shinro’s office with Dylan by her side and Seymor behind them, Diana first met the gaze of Rakiz Lemoir before she looked at Laville and then to Shinro. “You’re here. Have a seat, please.” Shinro did not use his alpha command nor did he release his alpha instincts. He was careful with the way he looked at Diana after being subjected to a suppressing stare-down by Alpha Dylan Cain. Dylan stopped Diana from speaking first. “Before we begin planning, let us swear an oath here first that no word will leave this room. And yes, I don’t trust you with my mate’s secrets.” Diana was touched while the others nodded in understanding. Closing their eyes, they connected with their wolves. Since they were not of the same packs, they uttered the oath together except for Diana who was acting as the witness and subject of the oath. “I and my wolf swear the oath of an alliance. To never break the trust and never speak the word. To uphold right from wrong and believe in faith. Should
Rakiz Lemoir, who was in his wolf worm, arrived at the boundaries of the Crescent Pack.He knew he could not let himself be discovered that he just arrived, lest he aroused suspicions. Shifting back, he immediately climbed to the nearest towering tree.From one branch to another, Rakiz Lemoir leaped. His destination was the trade route wherein all the merchants going to the Crescent Pack would pass through.Perched on a branch, Rakiz loomed over a wagon escorted by low-ranking omegas.Sniffing the air, he smelled the scent of wine and the salty sea. It was a merchant selling a foreign wine from a distant continent – probably the land of elves.He took the small pouch filled with silvery powder from his inner pocket. Slowly opening the pouch, Rakiz Lemoir immediately sprinkled the powder around him.This powder was given by the lassie Diana. It was supposed to be a normal powder until Diana blessed it. Now, he would use this to fool them with his scent. This way, both the border patrol
Six alphas? Diana frowned inwardly. According to her past life memory, the Night Prowlers Pack had only one alpha before she died. So, where were these six alphas come from? Or, were they there before that alpha came to be? Diana could not help but admonish herself for her lack of information about the Night Prowlers Pack. The Night Prowlers Pack was a secretive pack. They were at the top five in terms of territories but they were second to the Blood Claws Pack in terms of fierceness and combat ability. The name of their pack was well-matched for their nature. They only lurked in the darkness. If the Blood Claws Pack was associated with bloodbaths and war while the Crescent Pack was linked to the Moon Goddess’ blessing, then the Night Prowlers Pack was the darkness of the werewolf community. This pack pretty much handled all the illegal activities, the black trade, in the continent. Some said, they also had a connection to the other continents and races. This was also the reason
“Oh my!” Diana gasped. She cupped his cheeks which he earnestly pulled away. “Are you crying?”He shook his head. His face was still partially obstructed from her eyes. Dylan was doing his best to pull his face away from her hands, though he did not really use any large force.Dylan was only shy to some extent after shedding tears when she was supposed to be the one doing that.Standing beneath the shower head, Diana let the water kiss her naked body. From her soaked hair down to her bare feet, she stood unmoving.Diana just finished telling him about her ‘long dream’. She dared not tell him about her rebirth. Diana only settled with a dream for it was the closest term she could use. But as soon as she finished telling her tale, a drop of tear fell to the tip of her nose! And since she was sitting and leaning against Dylan’s wide chest, there was only one source of the tear – Dylan!Diana’s nose turned sour right away! She was both touched and sad upon seeing the reaction of her mate.
“What did you say?” Alpha Jaxon frowned upon hearing Diana’s words. He undid his buttoned polo shirt and ruffled his hair in agitation. With his movement, the earring from his right ear glinted under the room’s illumination.Diana stopped herself from clicking her tongue or rolling her eyes. Instead, she repeated what she said, “We will bring you your mate before the Werewolf Committee get her. If we are late, both of you will suffer an irreversible fate.”Determination gleamed from her eyes as she scanned the other five alphas. She stood side-by-side with her mate. Diana was not afraid. She was a Luna and she was by her mate’s side.A low growl escaped from Alpha Jaxon’s lips. Canines flashed from his lips. Alpha Dylan took this as a potential danger to his mate. He pulled Diana by the wrist and hid her behind him. His towering figure stood behind the six alphas and Diana.“Easy,” said Dylan, “We are informing you in advance. My mate and I will leave immediately. We will delay the me
Hackles raised, Dylan positioned. He was making sure that he would be as fast as he could be if something went wrong with the array. He would be damned to sacrifice his mate’s safety for a war that was yet to come! Growling lowly, his beast’s canines were exposed. It gleamed dangerously against the moonlight sheen. On the other hand, Diana finally made contact with the tip of the pebble. A soft sigh escaped from her ashen lips when she did not end up dead. Seeing there was no violent reaction from the kill spell, Diana’s train of thought and theory was immediately pursued. ‘Do it,’ Teshin urged Diana at the back of her mind. Though her fingertips were still trembling, Diana did not hesitate when she touched the pebble soaked beneath the stream, hidden behind the enchanted boulder. Closing her eyes, she let her magic escape from her fingertips as she probed. The way she let her small wisp of magic string probe the exterior and interior pebble, it was as if Diana was creating a map
Witches were particularly sharp against werewolves – their natural enemy. But against a freak of nature like Diana Ritchell, who was a part witch and a pure werewolf? Witches did not even blink when she dashed past them. From the moment Diana jumped off from the tree she was perched on, she followed the thread of fate. It was the instinct wherein her wolf, Teshin, was giving her the instructions from the back of her mind. Her eyes gleamed with desperate glint. Bordering between red and blue, Diana continued to flick her left wrist as she trudged into the building of the Genesis Coven. A sense of desperation added with the primal instinct to protect her mate and, of course, a touch of forgetting magic were mixed in. Thus, it created this bizarre situation. In her mind, a spell continued to chant – Chalimto. It was the word that came to her mind the moment she feared that she would be discovered. Uttering this in her mind repeatedly as her wrist flicked in resonance was the key to w
Red.Everything was red in Diana’s eyes.From the dried blood splattered around the floor and walls nearest to Diana’s hiding spot just a little beyond the corner to the center of the vast room where fresh crimson ink oozed like a stream – everything was red. The hue of flame illuminated the room. With each press of the molten iron onto the person’s back or limbs, the stale air of the room vibrated.The rattling of the enchanted chains and the screams of that person blended into a horrifying symphony.At the podium, which was the center of the illumination, a woman was chained.Though naked, her skin could not be seen from the open wounds and dried blood that littered her petite body. From her neck to her wrists, then to her ankles, the woman with frizzy hair was limped. She looked almost dead.Three… Nine… Twelve.There were twelve warlocks, each of them sharing one look – the curled lips of the devil.Two warlocks were making sure that the fire kept burning. Three warlocks took turn