Linda Boston, Luna of Brandon, and the son of Dylan stride across the desolate land of Moab. She looked around, her gaze examining the ruin, burnt remains, and ashes of the Moabites' territory. At the sight of it, tears dropped from her face. She was also from this town before meeting Brandon, her destiny mate. Even though Dylan represents everything evil, Brandon was nothing like his father. He had one of the kindest hearts she had ever seen. Despite Dylan's hostile treatment of him and the pack, Brandon will never transfer his aggression to any of the pack members. He was a peace-loving man, and he was ready to sacrifice his life for any being in the pack. Brandon was trained by Dylan to become a hardened warrior because he was his only son. That automatically made him the next leader of the pack. Yet Brandon was never ready to follow his father's path. He did rather defile his father's order, face his wrath, and put the lives of the pack at risk. Linda Boston could remember how
Rey Reed Smith has never felt so infuriated like this before. Ever since he had arrived in the Middle Land, he had never felt this urge to kill before. He had felt something else when he first fought in the arena, visited Dragon Island, and fought in the jousting lane. He had felt the strength of Lord Rey in his body. But this was different.Rey was sure that this wasn't the urge of the god that possessed him; it was his anger. The urge to kill, to avenge, and to make things right. He felt like going on a killing spree. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.They were supposed to be going through the other side of the woods, through the plain of Eos that was located between Ajax and Moab. But Rey had chosen this particular route when he sniffed the fresh scent of blood. At first, he wanted to ignore it, thinking that it was just some hunters hunting in the woods. When the scent became unbearable, followed by the scent of sulfur and brimstone, Rey decided to track the s
Linda Boston galloped on her horse with fresh courage, hope, and determination. For the first time since she was mated to Brandon, son of Dylan, the ruthless Alpha, she felt at peace. Linda Boston, feel free. She felt what freedom was, and she loved it.Linda Boston had been riding horses ever since she was young, and she knew how it felt. She rides in the rainy season, spring, and winter. She always enjoyed the fresh air and its scent when she was young, and she knew how it felt. It's what always calmed her, especially whenever she was upset. Dylan stopped it when she married his son.But now, Linda Boston feels it again. She felt rejuvenated as the air gushed through her face, rushing into her nostrils and nose. She loved the touch of it on her skin and the way it sought shelter underneath her clothes. Not only that, but she was also feeling fresh courage. She has great courage and confidence that she can end Dylan's rule.There had been doubts and arguments between her and Brandon
Linda Boston thought of different ways to get herself out of the mess she created. She ransacked her brain for something, but nothing came. Her memory was blank. She couldn't think of anything. When she failed to come up with something, she resigned herself to fate.Instantly, Linda Boston started blaming her for acting so quickly. She should have waited for the hellhound. She shouldn't have sneaked out of the tent. Even if she wanted to, she should have prepared herself. She should have gathered enough shelter to last her for three days, maybe even a week.Nonetheless, Linda Boston felt a little remorse for herself; she was concerned with the horse. She looked ahead to the horse spot, and she could see it snotting, its eyes freezing, and its face pale with a milky white substance. The horse started to freeze.Linda Boston blamed herself for not planning her journey very well. All the wolves that the hellhounds massacred at Moab had brought a lot of shelter, blankets, and food with th
When Dylan was done feeding on the girl's blood, and he was sure that his thirst was satisfied, he turned around to face his son's wife, Linda Boston, with a triumphant smile.Dylan wondered when people would learn that he was unstoppable. He might not be a god or wield dark magic, but he was a god among other people. They need to fear him. They need to respect him and pay taxes to him, just like they were doing to Sebastian.Dylan smirked and moved forward an inch toward Linda Boston, who was still sitting on the earth and whimpering. Dylan pities her because of the move she made. He had smelled her scent from miles away. He knew the moment she stepped foot at the entrance to the cave.He won't miss her scent for anything. Why? Because he had feelings for her.Yes! Dylan had always had feelings for Linda Boston, ever since his son brought her in as his mate. He always goes crazy at the fragrance that comes out of her body, her aura, and her dress. The sight of her always wakes him up
Dylan winces in pain as one of his men tends to the wounds on his shoulder. The man sewed it and cut off the thread from the needles he was using before cleaning and plastering the wounds. After that, the man packed the equipment he used and walked away.Dylan readjusted himself in his sitting position and rested his back against the wall of the cave. As his back touches the cave wall, he moans and shakes his head in empathy for his life.Dylan could feel all the bones in his body broken, his solar plexus cracked, and his ribs scattered into different pieces underneath his flesh. Dylan could feel his wounds healing, but slowly. He had never had such an encounter in his life. It's the worst battle he ever fought.Everything was going smoothly for him until the hellhound appeared. He had been riding through village after village, destroying towns, massacring people, and crumbling their towns. He had been winning the war, earning the trust of his hundreds of men, and getting people to fe
Today's a grievous day for Dylan. It's a day he will mourn till eternity, a day he will never forget; altogether with the rest of his pack. They will remember this day as a day he failed to lead them into victory, a day he was defeated by two teens, and a day he lost his only son, the heir to his throne.Dylan keeps riding in the midnight cold without bothering to cover his tracks or body. He was wearing his trousers only, with a blade equipped to his horse. He can never be too careless.The only thought that occupied Dylan's heart apart from the grief of losing his child was seeing the dark witch, Caliste. Dylan had a lot of questions for her. He needs to know about the boy with hellhound power, the teen boy with super speed, and what Linda Boston means by "the keys to stopping evil in the middle land."If Brandon hadn't killed himself, Dylan might have discarded the thought of visiting Caliste because of the fight between them, but he had no choice now. He needs to kill the two bein
Lost, alone, and afraid; the weary Dylan spots a distant light inside the dark cottage he found himself in. The cottage lurks, almost buried in the undergrowth, and strange and terrifying sights can be glimpsed through the ivy-encrusted windows.Standing a few feet away from Dylan was the witch herself. She was dressed in black tails, a top hat, a wand in one hand, black scandal, and well-cut hair. She was the perfect picture of a debonair, gentle woman and was assisted by three attractive young women.She flicked the short wand in her hand, and a white dove flew out. Gradually, the dove started growing in size, its feathers flapping hard, and it went straight for Dylan.On instinct, Dylan raised his palm to cover his eyes, but he was late by seconds. The dove slapped his face with its wing, and Dylan staggered back. He opened his eyes only to find himself in another place. He was now standing in a huge living room that was decorated with runes and sketches. But the room was empty. It