"Come on, don't give up now!" My father shouts as my juvenile brother on the ground grunt in agony and glare at father."I'm not going down without a fight, Father!" He groans and rises to his feet, and father's face lit up with a proud grin."That's the spirit!" Father shouts, and before he could prepare for the attack, the juvenile charges at him and grabs his neck. His leg comes up in an attempt to kick father in the belly, but father intercepts his knee, grabs him by the torso, and flings him to the ground with a swift flip. Father turns around and stares down at him on the ground."You have to be quicker than that if you want to leave a scratch on your enemy." As he took a few steps closer to him, Father remarks."Beta Hanniel!" Father turns around when a warrior yells his name and bows his head. "Alpha Lain has asked for your presence." Father nods his head and without a word, leaves with the warrior.I smile as Demir rises to his feet and walks up to me, with a forlorn expressi

With the flowers that were like dancing rainbows, I rush to the packhouse with a gentle smile on my lips. As the gentle summer breeze flows through my hair, my wild brown hair dance with the wave of breeze.My feet bounce with excitement against the soil as I stroll across the yard of my home and reach the packhouse. A slight scowl forms on my brows as I notice wolves run to the packhouse with huge grins and excitement. I, too, move towards the packhouse's door, protecting the blossoms from being crushed by the crowd. As I ascend up the foyer, the wolves shift slightly to make way for me. I drew a deep intake of breath and my eyes widen as the final row of the crowd scurry aside, revealing the wolf they were so enthusiastic about. My lips slightly open as he whirls around on his heel to face me. In front of me stands a fully grown Alpha male in place of the lean juvenile I knew, long gone the childhood friend of mine. His lean muscles are now toned, his shoulders are flared up and he

Ciro's gorgeous face flashes a small satisfied smile as his hand yanks open the passenger side door of his car. He offers his hand and a pale hand of a petit female grasps lightly onto his. Her lengthy legs are the first to exit the car and land on the soft earth, followed by the rest of her body. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the female. Her vulcanite-black hair cascades over her shoulders. She has a slender body with a shapely figure. Her waist is wasp-waisted, and her complexion is a gleaming pale. A pair of rapture-blue eyes sits beneath her slender brows. Through her velvety eyelashes, she gazes up at Ciro tentatively. Ciro's eyes gleamed with love and at that moment I knew. I knew my reality and my wretched fate.Ciro with the female by his side turns around towards the foyer of the packhouse. Luna Croía and Alpha Lain smile as they step out of the packhouse to greet Ciro. The immediate expression of surprise on their faces, however, reveals to me that none of them

“You have to go with me, Nesta! It would be amazing and we would have so much fun!” Delila pleads, and for the hundredth time this week, I shake my head. Just like every year, a wolf party is hosted for the wolves to mingle, and as always, I don't want to go, but Delila is adamant about dragging me there.“I don’t wish to go, Delila. I don’t like these parties. You should go.”“I will go but I want you to come with me! This party only happens once a year!” Delila exclaims, and I completely ignore her very presence and focus my attention on the pups surrounding me."You shouldn't mix with such speed; you will end up ruining the batter," I tenderly say, and the pup nods and mixes the better for cake slower. Delila rolls her eyes and groans.“You forgot how to be fun!” Delila grumbles, and I chuckle as I focus my attention on the pups.It has been a few weeks since the ceremony, and I am in the packhouse kitchen, teaching several eager pups how to make a cake. It's another tranquil day,

Before we knew it, the moment had come for slower thinking in that soothing amber glow. As I enjoy the soothing breezes brushing my skin through my window and bathe in the symphony of crickets, I feel the tranquil spirit of nature wash over me. When we start getting ready, I feel fully at ease. Delila applies makeup on my face, concealing the dark circles beneath my eyes and the paleness of my skin from the restless night of weeping. She assists me in applying red lipstick and blush in an attempt to make me appear more vibrant and less pale as if I am ill."Isn't this a little too short, Delila?" I anxiously ask, my gaze fixed on my reflection in the mirror."Absolutely not! You have beautiful legs, Nesta. Show them off girl!""All right, fine," I respond hesitantly as I look in the mirror at myself. After a long time, I stepped into a dress that curves and digs into all the contours of my body, making me look like all the females whom males are fascinated in. This dress makes me look