Aria's POVAfter Adrian’s announcement of our engagement, he immediately called the Moon Valley council for a meeting to discuss some paperwork to make the betrothal official. Meanwhile, I decided to stay at Mom’s house for a moment to spend some time with my daughter. The news about our engagement came to everyone’s shock. Well, Cassie’s reaction was already expected. Meanwhile, Hunter seemed to be more accepting while mom, although already agreed to it, still had some concerns. “Are you sure you want to do this, Aria? Did Adrian or the council pressure you to get married?”I hugged my mother from behind who was currently slicing the sandwich we will eat. I leaned my head to her shoulders. “No, mom. Nobody pressured me to do it. This is what I want.”“But don’t you think it’s a little rushed? You just came back to this pack after living on your own. A lot had changed—”“But not what I felt for Adrian, obviously,” I scoffed. Mom looked me in the eyes. “Let me make things clear, Ar

Cassie’s POVPurple Castle Bar.If you are ever wondering what it might be like to walk into a saloon or brothel back in the day, this is about as close as you can get. This place has been around for centuries ago. The atmosphere is great and the staffs were friendly. But what I like about this place was not the environment nor the good drinks they offered. Rather, I was more interested in the camaraderie they build up here.All of the wisdom I have in the art of lovemaking, I learned here. The Purple Castle Bar was an old bar that used to be a brothel back in the 18th-17th century. People normally didn’t eat here but instead, they just enjoyed a couple of drinks and enjoyed some company. There is no charge to walk into the place, only if you want to tour the museum upstairs containing the history of the place. They still offered sex services though, but only for specific clients only. I could still remember the first time I visited here. I was around 13 years old, drugged, bruised,

Aria’s POV“Something Shiny, Something Woody, Something Given, Comes with two.”Growing up, I often hear this old, werewolf rhyme whenever a wedding was to happen in our pack. It was a tradition wherein a she-wolf bride-to-be was expected to carry anything that corresponds to the requirements of the rhyme on her wedding day. Doing so would bring good luck to their marriage. While there was nothing wrong with following old traditions, I also didn’t think this was a requirement. Why? Because I believe that the key to a blissful union lies in the hands of the two persons inside the marriage. As the old saying goes, it takes two to tango. If I were to ask, I never dreamt of an extravagant wedding. I didn’t see myself in some highly-embellished gown or wearing expensive pieces of jewelry on my big day. I also didn’t want a wedding with too many guests that I, or should I say we, didn’t have a personal connection with. I would be happy to have a simple ceremony surrounding my family and a

Ironheart’s POVThe Ironheart Wolf was a legendary bounty hunter. He was known throughout the continent for hunting down werewolves. From rogues to criminals, you name it! During the Ironheart’s prime, he was able to hunt down every single werewolf that was assigned to him to be found. And the best part, he didn’t ask for any fee. So one may ask about the things that he got from doing an incentive-free job. Well, the answer was easy. Hunting makes him happy. The thrill and adrenaline rush he felt every time he ran after his prey was euphoric for him. The satisfaction he was getting from completing a mission was beyond comprehensible that even a big sum of money could not buy it. But his happy days ended when he was called to rule his father’s pack as his only heir. And that was the biggest mistake he ever did in his life. And that fool was me. “I don’t know who that fuck he is. Try asking another wolf,” I uttered to the man without even looking at him. I started dusting off the dir

Aria’s POVSuddenly, I heard a knock. My mom and Luna Sheila might have forgotten something. I inched towards the door and did not hesitate to open it. But my smile soon disappeared from my face when I saw the person standing outside the door. And her visit was quite unexpected.“C-Cassie,” I whispered. I could only utter her name as I didn’t know how to react. “Hi, Aria,” she said softly. We exchanged awkward glances towards each other. We couldn’t blame each other. Our relationship with each other was nothing but pure awkwardness. To be honest, I didn’t know where all these hatreds had begun. I just woke up one day with Cassie making my life a bit more difficult than it already was. We started to go to school, she would let me get bullied by other kids for being the “weak” sister. A lot of people were expecting me to deliver the same exceptional results as her and when I didn’t, they would hate me for it. As my big sister, I expected her to stand up for me or at least attempt to