***Naomi's POV***Matt walks away, and I enter the room, dying to wash my muddy feet and warm up my body that has gone cold from my damped clothes.Stripping off my outfit, I dump the dirty clothes in the nearby hamper as I walk to the shower.  I turn on the water to the cold setting; hot water on my cold skin right now would feel like a burn, and I don't need any more pain. Adjusting the water settings as my skin adapts to the temperature, I replay in my head everything that has happened in the past couple of days.A rescue mission gone wrong. Wherever Nina White is right now, I hope she is hanging in there. What Morgan and I experienced was horrible, and I wish that on no one. I will have to ask Matt if he has anyone from Crescent Moon tracking her

***Matthew's POV***Morris and I are currently sitting in my office going over our allies' reports regarding the rogues and trying to find a pattern about their attacks when we came across one from Blazefur dated a few months back. Their Alpha and Luna were slaughtered in front of their pack, along with whoever refused to join the rogues. The fear and horror of the Blazefur's messenger are still etched in my mind. He had been sent by the rogue's Alpha, only to succumb to his wounds minutes after delivering the note; it revolts and disgusts me to the core. Unfortunately, Blazefur was not the only pack that suffered against the rogues' self-proclaimed Alpha's tyranny. Just how far is he willing to go for power? Whoever he is, he needs to be stopped; and it will be by my own hands. As the Alpha King, I do not tolerate this behavior, and I will not be idle while someone is m

***Unknown's POV*** Deep in the woods, where no one adventures, stands a forgotten house aged by time and weather adversities. At first glance, it might appear inhabited, but if anyone were brave enough to wander inside, they would witness its hidden secrets yet to be discovered. Darkness loomed the forest as night was at its peak. A mysterious figure wearing a black hooded jumper, concealing the person's identity, walks through the overgrown vegetation, making way to its destination. Loud creaking sounds disturbed the silence of the night as the stranger, who was no stranger to the house, took steps up the aged wooden-floored front porch under the dim moonlight. A hand once tucked inside one of the midnight trousers' pockets made contact with the door to knock. An owl hoots in the distance as the front door

***Mathew's POV***Jax bursts open the Emergency Room doors at the pack's Hospital, creating a way for us to carry Naomi and Luke's unconscious forms through it. An antiseptic smell immediately swarms my nostrils as my eyes survey the room, looking for the medical teams I had requested through the mind-link before our arrival. Five stretchers lined with white sheets were equally spaced in the ER's east and west walls framing the nurses' station, which sat in the center. Each bed was separated by a blue paper-like curtain that stopped one foot away from the floor. Our outburst startled the nurses attending to the patients in the occupied cubicles.-"Alpha, over here." A nurse instructs me to follow her with me carrying Naomi's stone-cold body into a private room. Morris and Oliver take Luke to one of the empty stretchers

***Naomi's POV***-"Huh, nothing." Matt throws the book he was holding across the table. His eyebrows were frowned together, showing his growing frustration. He walks back to the Library's encyclopedia section, browsing through the nearby shelves.-"The pack's Library is enormous. I am sure we will find some answers. We just need to be patient." I say as I stroll through the book I am holding. Matt wasn't the only one running out of patience. Truth be told, mine was nearing its end as well.We had been up all night after I dragged him out of bed to go through piles and piles of knowledge, trying to figure out what was happening to me. The dreams I have been experiencing weren't just dreams. According to the 'Werewolf Spiritual Insights Volume III'