THE FUTURE was unpredictable. It was uncertain. As the days passed, letters from the Werewolf Council and the Witch Coven were arriving one after another. And they’re only telling one thing. Werewolf Council wanted Seris to come and talk about maintaining balance, but Cassian knew better; the Council was waiting for the opportunity to kill Seris and their unborn child. And as for the Witch Coven, they want Seris to take over the throne left by Minerva.
So, the Alpha and Luna of the Silver Fang Pack come up with a plan.
A plan for their unborn child.
One evening, Cassian stood by the window. The rain was falling hard that evening, drumming against the wide glass windows of his study room.
On his study table, papers were scattered, maps marked with borders and sigils, and the faint m
