Aiden had walked to the gate and found it open, the pack members of the Bloodmoon pack walking in and out of it, everyone had something to say.

They were gathered in small groups.

Walking towards a busy hall, someone held his shoulder, he was ready to throw a punch when the feminine perfume hit his nose.

“Hello, handsome?” She had fox eyes and bold makeup; the red on her fingers reminded him of Diana.

He didn’t want to talk to her, the image of Diana in pain just in front of the pack house kept replaying in his head, but he knew he needed her if he wanted to...