Author’s POV:
Many Years Ago:
"When you leave like this and go to work, I feel really empty," Marilyn remarked as she shyly fixed Gabriel’s collar, standing next to the door.
The morning light fell across the open corridor in soft lines. The birds chirped outside.
It seed like a pleasant morning.
"I am heading to the south, my love. They are finally ready to stop this nonsensical brutality that they call entertainnt," Gabriel told her while he gently touched her cheek, making her blush even more. "We will sign the agreent, and they want the North Helpers to join hands to organize campaigns to make orphanages everywhere."
As soon as Gabriel let his beloved wife and mate know what was happening, her eyes brightened.
There was a look of relief on her face.
"That is wonderful," she replied cheerfully, touching his arm with affection.
"I told you, when I return, I will co with the good news," he told her, cupping her face and kissing her forehead.
"I really do not like seeing those poor children being shoved into the arena. It is not fair. When they lose their parents, all the werewolf communities should co together to beco their parents, not throw them to animals or monsters to be fed upon," Marilyn expressed.
Her kind gesture made her husband adore her even more.
She knew her husband was special. A powerful wolf, more powerful than any other wolf born ever.
She always called him special.
The fact that both of them carried love and empathy for others made them a perfect match.
Gabriel gave her a small smile before stepping out of the house with his two warriors beside him.
Marilyn stood at the door, watching him leave until he was completely out of her sight.
She then let out a quiet breath and wandered around the corridor toward the dining room.
Her hand brushed her hair in her gentle movents. She was calm and fragile.
Everybody knew her as a perfect Luna. A perfect Luna to a very powerful werewolf.
"Luna, your food is ready," a maid told her, informing her that it was ti for breakfast.
Marilyn noticed all the food being served. She sat down and picked a piece of toast.
She was not a great eater, especially these days.
She took a bite and then reached for a glass of milk. The first sip made her stop.
"It is so bitter," she remarked quietly.
She stared at the cup for a mont and then took another sip. The sa taste returned.
"There is a little bit of turric in it," the maid replied.
Marilyn frowned. She knew how turric tasted.
She tried to continue eating until her hand began to shake.
A strange feeling of warmth spread across her forehead.
Sweat gathered around her temples. She felt like she could not breathe.
Two maids stepped closer. More of them entered the dining room, making Marilyn frown harder.
"Call Gabriel," she requested, placing her hand on her neck and rubbing it to show discomfort. "Please call him, I am not feeling well."
She pushed her chair back and gripped the edge of the table, but her legs failed to support her body. She dropped to the floor.
Panic hit her as she raised her head to look at her maids. All of them had bleak looks on their faces.
Their necks bent down until their chins t their chests. It was a look of guilt.
"What is going on?" she asked, looking around in disbelief. Then it hit her. "Did you do sothing? Did you mix sothing in my food?" she inquired shakily.
"Call my husband, please!" she shouted, unable to contain her emotions. "How can you do this to an alpha king’s wife?"
She raised her voice even louder, tears streaming down her face. The maids still gave no answer.
Her vision blurred. Her hands reached out weakly before she collapsed again on the ground, passing out.
On the other side of the territory, Gabriel had arrived in the south along with the alphas of the packs that belonged to the north.
He sat inside the council office. A large table stood in the center of the room.
Papers were expected to arrive soon for signatures.
He waited with his arms resting on the sides of the chair.
Several north alphas who sat with him were chattering about pleasant things.
They already had plans for the future, especially for the orphans.
Suddenly Gabriel’s eyes moved to the empty chairs, and he began to wonder why the chairs of every other alpha were empty.
There was only him and his alphas. That was when he heard a click at the door, and his eyes lifted.
He looked around, focusing on the surroundings while the others were still chattering.
He slled sothing sharp, like a chemical or a dicine, filling the room.
"We need to get out of here," he told them.
A thin mist slipped out of the vents near the top of the walls, and Gabriel stiffened in his seat.
He slamd his hand on the table to silence his alphas.
Their attention snapped to him.
Gabriel was powerful enough to quickly notice the change in the environnt and figure out that sothing was wrong before anyone else could.
Through the glass window, he noticed sothing disturbing. None of the south, east, or west alphas had entered the building.
As the gas grew thicker, Gabriel started to feel a strange familiarity with it.
"No, no, no," he muttered, shaking his head as he tried to get up.
When he pushed himself to stand, his knees weakened.
His head snapped toward his alphas, who did not even have ti to react.
They started to drop, almost like they had died, but they passed out quicker than a heartbeat.
Gabriel’s heartbeat began to grow faint. It hit him that this was not a eting. It was an execution.
Figures entered the room. Their bodies were covered in white protective gear.
Their faces were hidden behind oxygen masks. They held long needles filled with a green shining liquid.
That was when he recognized the faint sll. It was a gas form of wolfsbane mixed with a heavy amount of silver.
The green liquid was what scared him.
Gabriel’s hands curled into fists as two of the suited figures approached the other north alphas, pushing the needles into their arms.
They were already passed out, so he wondered what they were being injected with.
He tried to step back, but the floor felt unstable. His mory stayed foggy.
He rembered sothing. His mother. It had happened to her too.
She had written in her diary about the gas, the suits, and the green liquid.
Before he could get up again, he fell down and everything around him turned dark.
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