In the palace, maids moved about, but if you notice well enough, one could see the despair written on their faces, like the blue skies above their heads.

Shrouded in gloomy skies, it seemed like the sun refused to shine on the building.

Lisa stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes appearing out of focus. Currently, she is in Marcos' room. She refused to stay anywhere apart from his room. None of them made her feel as safe as her mate did.

Today, it has been five days since the blood moon, and to date, the report of casualties still flooded in like a tide, leaving Marcos occupied.

The huge...