Ezra’s P.O.V“Till now, we have been made to believe from birth that the Moon Goddess, the creator of all werewolves, had given us a blessing…a chosen mate who is born just for us.” I looked at my Maidens as I spoke, as I laid out my heart and hoped for the best. “But even us wolves have a heart. A heart…that sometimes has a mind of its own and that wants to make choices even though it might not be the right one.”“Four centuries ago, when Lindersay castle hadn't yet been constructed…a war broke out between two rival packs. The Lindersay wolves and the WoodlandHunters.” I told the Maidens, remembering those days like it had only been yesterday. “The war started for very obvious reasons; because the wolves wanted more territory, more power and also because the packs worshipped two separate Goddesses. Lindersay worshipped the Goddess Selene and WoodlandHunters worshipped Artemis, the Go

Flora’s P.O.VOne of Andre’s soldiers was stationed outside of Ezra’s room along with one of Malachi’s men. Both of them gave me followed me with their eyes as I came to knock on Ezra’s door, wearing the robes of the Moon Goddess.Ezra opened the door almost instantly and I went inside, only to realize exactly why the guards had been looking at me suspiciously.Daphne, Emma, Rosa and three other Maidens who I only knew briefly in passing, had gathered in Ezra’s room and it looked like we were about to have a meeting. Although it was normal to have this many Maidens at Ezra’s door, these weren’t exactly normal times. We were under an enforced lockdown, a prison of sorts where we weren’t allowed contact with anyone. Andre might not be allowed to interfere with what happens in the Shrine, but he was bound to get suspicious.“We have arranged for the bones to be delivered every day b

Cold water splashing onto his face woke Malachi up from his unconscious form. Groggily, he opened his eyes to look into the face of the man who had him chained to the walls in a cell under Lindersay. It was a room even he had no clue existed. He was exhausted and drained both physically and emotionally. He had also lost count of days and nights a long time ago. Andre’s men occasionally fed him to keep him alive, but not enough so he could get back his strength. Today however, Andre was standing in front of him, something he rarely saw. But if Andre was here…it meant time was almost up. “Hello, little brother.” Andre knelt in front of Malachi, his smile twisted. “Mother is extremely disappointed in you.” “How come I didn’t know about you?” Malachi asked. He knew his other brothers and sisters, or had at least heard about them even if he hadn't had direct contact with them. But Andre? No, he had never seen him before. How could that be possible?

Ezra’s P.O.VAs soon as Flora was inside, I went straight to the bed and opened up a compartment at the side that hid a dagger for safety measures. All Maidens had these daggers in these secret compartments along with the weapons drawers, but their location was only told to them when times were turbulent. Just like now. I took out the dagger and hid it inside my skirt.Flora came out a few minutes later, dressed in pants and a shirt in dark colors. Before I had a chance to warn her, she put on her white gown and tucked in the sleeves to cover what she wore underneath. Good, she had understood that this was all a cover up.The guards followed us with their eyes as we exited the room and then I took Flora’s hand and we both set out in the direction of the Shrine. However, just as we entered the Shrine, I started pulling her in a different direction altogether, a direction I hadn’t thought I would ever need to use. Lindersay Shrin

Ezra’s P.O.VI put on the vest that my ancestors had once gifted me, when I had surpassed all the men in my pack to become the beta. The colorful eagle feathers were added once I won a battle, or beat a challenger. My vest was now had a layer of feathers to signify my achievements.I strapped on my quiver filled with arrows that held a poison in the tips. It wasn’t to kill but to paralyze the opponent and the effects would last for almost ten hours once it was in the bloodstream. The sword I placed on my waist-belt had the same poison as did the dagger hidden in my boots. I had used every weapon possible to defeat the enemy. Lastly, I picked up my bow.But it has been three centuries since I had last held my bow or yielded my sword. I was afraid I wasn’t that strong any longer, not efficient enough. But this was a battle I couldn’t bow down from, no matter what. This was the ultimate test for my love.I came out of