CHAPTER FORTY - THREE

Michael’s POV

After breakfast, I couldn’t find Nora, and the rest of the day went on. I had to go for a meeting and another meeting. Then it was evening.

As the moon shunned that evening, I realized that it was the 2nd full moon of the year and all the packs were preparing to go on transitioning. All werewolves were warned to not exceed the boundaries of the werewolf kingdom. Anything beyond that line was seen as death. This was because, years ago, a newly transitioning werewolf wandered down into the vampire side. He had his heart ripped out, and he was dead within the twinkle of an eye.

The pack dwellings were arranged in order of strength. First it was my pack, the Nexton pack, next was the Moon pack, after that was the Viola pack, then the last was the Desma and Blood Moon pack. Other small packs were attached to us.

It is said that the person who lived at the far end of the Desma pack was as good as dead, because they were either the first to be killed when the pack was being att