Cyrus' POV “They tell me you have found a heart for me. I thought we had run out of prisoners who were matches for me?” Lady Asher was a unique woman. She was best friends with my grandmother when she had been alive and the two were such a unique peer that they were suspected to have a relationship beyond friendship. They managed to shock everyone by marrying twins, identical ones. “Well, grandmother what can I say? Your current heart no longer loves me I think that I may as well give you another that can,” I replied her jocally and we both laughed. “Your Majesty, the news about… Lady Asher,” Theo tipped his head in her direction when he saw her. She huffed and looked away. I gave Theo a nod and he left us alone again. “Theo has proven he is family, why won't you accept him?” I questioned her. Lady Asher was as traditional as one could get. She had not liked me playing with the son of the head maid when I was a boy. Where my parents had cared little for the company I kept, she ha
Adrianna's POV Life was such that everyone moved on eventually. When Agatha had been in a coma before her death, I had wanted her to do anything that would let us know that she was still with us. I would sit by her side for ours and hold her hand whispering into her ear for her to squeeze my hand even a little. She never did and eventually even the faint pulse that had given us all hope soon stopped. I had harbored a crush on Cyrus back then. He had been all I could think about and when I would see my friend walk into the room with the Alpha, it broke my heart. When Agatha had become deathly wounded and lay unconscious in the clinic I had prayed for her recovery even going as far as promising to stop liking Cyrus. I realized the minute she had been pronounced dead how futile my promise had been. Even during that time of mourning my feelings had never waivered. I had still wanted Cyrus and soon realized there was no need to fight my feelings. I felt no guilt for seducing Cyrus. E
Adrianna’s POV “Theo?” When I opened my eyes I saw Theo seated by my side. “You're awake. I will let the Alpha know,” he was about to stand up when I held his hand to stop him. “What happened and where am I?” I asked confused. The last thing I remember was me becoming unconscious at the market. What was he doing here now? How had he found me and what did he mean by the Alpha? “You were stabbed; I happened to be there just in time to…” “What were you doing there?” I quizzed. “It's… I'm just glad nothing happened to you. Do you know who hurt you?” he asked me. “What?” the question startled me a little bit. “Adrianna?” “No… no, I have no idea,” I returned shaking my head to emphasize my no. I had to be mute about this. Saying anything could put my sister in trouble. Then it occurred to me. I had been stabbed by someone that had been sent by my sister. Did that mean my sister had meant for me to be killed? *+*+*+*+*+ Audrey's POV “How did it go? Did she accept the offer?” I h
Theo's POV Things had been so busy that I had not had time to interrogate the guard I had captured at the Southern pack. It was obvious Adrianna had no plans of telling on her sister and we did need solid evidence to accuse Audrey. If we could do that, we could open an investigation into all of Audrey’s friends and then perhaps stop the war before it started. “I know someone who might be able to give us the testimony we need,” I said, turning my attention to Cyrus. “What's that supposed to mean?” Adrianna asked, startled. “You are going to remain here until I feel it fit for you to leave,” said Cyrus. “No, no. I must leave now. You cannot keep me here. I have done nothing wrong,” Adrianna replied, visibly agitated. “You have done nothing wrong but your life might be in grave danger. The Alpha has good reason to keep you here,” I told her. “No, no, I…” “Let us talk elsewhere Theo. You said you had to tell me something?” quipped Cyrus. “Of course,” I was staring at Adrianna hop
Agnes' POV “You've been lying to us this whole time, right?” said Audrey. She looked very angry and it made me wonder what her anger was about. “What are you exactly? huh? Tell me, what is your damn relationship with Cyrus? Why is he not going crazy looking for you?” she looked as though she was losing her mind. I had thought that she had resolved to torture me to death when she had discovered that Cyrus was not bothered by my disappearance. “I am a slave,” came my weak response. She stared at me intently and slapped me hard across the cheek. The slap would have been enough to dislocate a human but I was much more than that. “That did not hurt?” she quipped, startled that I had not even flinched at the impact of her slap. I was a strong werewolf. When I had lived as Agatha I had been stronger than most of Cyrus' top war officials. I had great strength and resilience; it was hard to defeat me or make me cower in pain. She punched me seeing that I only looked at her. She did not g
Theophilus’ POVIt had been a long time since I had been home. I was so close to the border and already my mouth watered in anticipation of the food and local beer, the beer especially. I had traveled to several places while acquiring knowledge and none of them had beer as good as the one brewed in Ghysem.I missed my father, the practical Lord Salmon who had taught me to appreciate the moment. He had taught me to enjoy the simple things of life and I had lived my life abroad that way. I had never done anything to suggest that I came from money or that I was the son of a nobleman but I had remained as though I had very little and that way I had made good friends and valuable relationships.Although it felt good to return to the splendor of my birth.“Theophilus? You do not travel with company?” Theo's voice startled me.“Theo? My good man,” I said as we drew into a bear hug.“Welcome home, master Theophilus but I would have missed you. I had expected to see you with an entourage,” rem
Larog's POVI could not entrust anyone else with the task I had set out to do. Cyrus had sent me to the human colonies east of Ghysem to check out a possible alliance of the humans with vengeful shapeshifters. This, to me, was a golden opportunity to create a distraction from the South pack which seemed to be of much interest to Cyrus. If I could convince Cyrus that the humans were indeed responsible for providing refuge to the werewolves, then he would not suspect in the least that his real trouble was located in the South.There was another reason I wanted so badly to enter this place. It was because, for a very long time, many upper-class noblemen were dissatisfied with the fact that we had a human colony so close to us, yet we folded our arms and watched them increase in number. Regardless of their number, they were no threat to the werewolves but many felt that we should inhabit their land and make them into our slaves. I held this view also. The humans were largely not aware of
Larog's POVI had come to scout the location of my interest. As of now, Jarrow was not a very popular town but in the space of weeks, it was about to become one of the most interesting areas in these parts. I was going to make sure of it. I traveled to another part of the town that was secluded from many members of the country. It was the black market where all manners of things were sold; things that would not even turn up in a werewolf market. Humans might be feeble creatures but they were no less wicked than us. In my opinion, they were capable of more cruelty than we werewolves.I arrived at my destination. It was a nondescript building in the middle of nowhere that appeared to all the world as a barber's shop but the cutting that was done inside the building went beyond just hair. This building was the office of one of the darkest and most fearsome black market traders in the human world. His name was Picasso.I knocked once; then thrice and then once. The door was opened to me a