Karlo and Gialyca are having sex outside on this damn hour.


    They are so loud and rough, and never hesitated to do it in front of ine''s window. They must


    be ine''s reason for still being awake, especially the windows of her room serve as some sort of


    a television''s screen-making her see such a breath-taking, clear view of Karlo and Gia''s


    convergence.


    ''Can''t they just do it in the room?'' I thought.


    Damn, Karlo is acting like a real wolf again-taking his mate under the sea of stars, thrusting inside her in a dog''s mating position.


    I frowned at him when he saw me standing at my arched windows.


    ''Getid inside, Karlo!'' Imanded via our minds'' link. He''s a ck Wolf and the Alpha of the Onyx Pack, a maniptor of all things that give light and dark.


    Gialyca Farmiga is a famous supermodel who decided to live permanently in Moonburn. The citizens of Moonburn didn''t think twice to vote for her as the sacrifice eight years ago and even dragged her to the forest andid her atop the stone table naked. I found out from one of the in-house mortal servants of Ste''s Soul that the people found Gia banging the mayor''s son the moment the people came for her to ''sacrifice'' her to our kind.


    Deep down, I still cringe when mortals use the term "sacrifice" where in fact we only asked a ''volunteer'' woman to be our bride.


    Maybe there were no women left in Moonburn to volunteer that''s why they resort to barging beautiful women''s houses and carrying them to the forest despite the fact that they were thrusting someone, milking cows, or watching adult movies at that moment.


    That''s how strong our words and essence make the people of Moonburn go frenzy, apart from the yearly cash they receive from our pocket. Okay, maybe money is the primary role and our intimidating fangse in second ce.


    But the point is we have them on our leash and can make them do anything by just whistling. To be honest, it looks more like the people of Moonburn are more of a dog than to us-where in fact we are technically a dog.


    I mean all wolves are dogs but not all dogs are wolves...


    Remusughed at me due to that statement.


    Anyway, I watched Karlo bring Gia inside thefort of their house while his material was still inside the wetness of her core.


    Curious, I decided to check at ine if my reprimanding of the two, who just entered their house and yet are still having sex at the balcony, made her now asleep.


    "It''s not good to peer at other people''s business." I clearly startled her with my deep, Batman- like voice.


    Seriously, are there were-bats? If there''s a werewolf, there should be a were-bat...


    ''What the hell are you thinking?!'' Remus asked.


    "You better sleep now," I said to ine, my face still yields that i-am-heartless kind of expression. "I bet you''re tired."


    I walked towards her and shut the gold and ck curtains. Smirking down at her, she grinned at


    me. Ste knows how long I can hold this i-am-a-brute-werewolf personality. My innate teddy bear self had long been wing inside me to escape.


    "There''s a secret door from my room to yours. The bad thing is that only I can open it," I whispered with that same dark and deep voice of mine that Jason once said, "You can make any womane with just your voice, brother."


    Oh no, brother Jason. I beg to disagree. Even without my voice, women were already panting every time they saw me as if I''d finished rocking them for four rounds.


    I scanned her room for a second. When I whipped my head back to her, she was sneaking at Karlo and Gia''s rough dance on the balcony again.


    So I just vanished into the secret door without any sound, letting her eyes feast on the two. After


    all, all ine could do is watch them from afar and will never be able to experience it-unless she invites me for a demonstration which I will dly do.


    "Is it true what he says about my family? Or was it just a ruse so that I will no longer visit them?"


    I heard her mutter, my ears are literally sticking on the walls.


    "Does she doubt me?" I whispered to myself. Remus just snorted.


    I checked her room through that secret door. And when I peered at her again while being


    shirtless, sleep finally beckoned her to be with the realm of sweet dreams.


    I smiled. Before I returned to my room, I gave ine Winona Rutherford, the soon-to-be Mrs. Tyler Jane Moonstorm, a kiss on her forehead.


    ***


    ine was still snoring when I opened her bedroom door at nine in the morning.


    I only intend to check on her, see if she''s still processing about her family''s death or was she


    awake all night. I closed the distance between us with my silent style of walking.


    The sun''s heat is very hot nowpared to when I was jogging at the moment the sun began to crawl to the sky.


    I peered at ine''s window and Jason, along with the rest of the Amber Pack, has already started their daily training at the Fighting Hall.


    The moment I said to her the thing about her familyst night, I can see all the emotions in a nce. It was all painted in her face: confusion, astonishment, bizarreness.


    Most of the women we took from Moonburn to Ste''s Soul took days to process that we''ve ''abducted'' them to be our bride-to reproduce and multiply our kind. It took a couple of words and shirtless fellow hot men of my age to exin to recently taken women that we are not going to kill or devour them-well at least it''s only in bed we''ll devour them.


    But ine... "She''s different," said Remus, my wolf,


    There''s just something in her that feels different. Even in our first meeting where we getid under the motel''s roof, she stands out from everyone else. Something in her made my heart leap in joy every time I beheld her face.


    Is this thing called love? Or I just confused this feeling with that one-the feeling that made my cock go hard every time I gaze at her eyes.


    "You cared for her," Remus whispered to me again. "How rare of you-of us to feel maic to a mortal woman like this ine..."


    Even I was confused. Instead of me being the me between us, she''s more like the fire and I am the wood, burning without knowing that we, Remus and I, were already caught fire.


    "She''s on fire," he added. "I bet the me in her heart was what made her different. I guess we have now a contender in the wintery powers that flow in our veins."


    I rarely use fire. As a wolf born under the light of a Snow Moon, I feel affinity for all things cold and icy.


    Even in training, I use frosty winds and ice for attack and defense. I rarely use fire and other elements in special circumstances such as if it was also ice that was used against me by my fellow White Wolf.


    I went back to my room. And, as I was about to go into the shower, Jose barged in. "Hey you, bro!" The Beta White Wolf greeted. "Perhaps the big old Teddy Bear forgot about our bet yesterday." The copper-haired young wolf smirked at me and patted me in the shoulder. "I won," Jose dered with a wink.


    He jumped from my window. I know I lost. But there was another bet between us that I had a chance to win.


    I leaped from the window, my shirt still on my bed. My ripped blue jeans was the only thing that hindered from everyone beholding me utterly naked.


    Inded in front of Jose, bringing my hand behind me, where I started to form a couple of ice crystals. Its coldness made my veins leap in joy. "No, Jose. You have not won yet."


    Then I strike a flurry of snow. Jose was pretty much a skilled White Wolf because he managed to hurl the nearby burning fire. With a circle of his hand, he formed it into a shield, protecting himself from my icy wind.


    I stomp my foot and the earth bes frosty, a wave of ice on Jose''s way to where he was standing. He leaped to the nearby tree and I followed.


    Climbing up, I froze each branch that my hand, burning with cold, touched. And every hoist of my head, Jose would send a zing twig or wood to my face. But the wind is my friend, and with the wave of my hand, the morning warm crisp air turned to a freezing one.


    Jose was a wolf of fire, leaving anything he trekked and touched drowning in mes. Whereas I... I am Tyler Jane Moonstorm, the bringer of cold and storm.


    I stretched out my hand, gathering the raging sky and thunder in one ce to trap Jose. I may have lost our bet that this year''s people of Moonburn''s sacrifice will not be ine. But this bet of ours, to whom will be the first one to call forth a storm, I will win.


    I am the Alpha of Wolves whose blood rages with fire, flows with ice, breathes in the fury of the


    air, and stands in the strength of the earth.


    "Oh, look. Herees Alpha Tyler, the great and terrible Stormbringer," Jose smirked.


    "Yes, pup." I smiled at Jose, teeth and fangs shing. "I am the fucking Stormbringer." Then a huge thunder struck the tree where Jose is sitting. The wind rolled him up right to my feet.


    Lying in the holiness of the ground of Ste''s Soul, my Beta beamed at me.


    "Fine, Alpha Jane." Jose only calls me by my second name when embarrassed, especially some of the wolves in training and their mortal wives halted just to watch our fight caused by a bet. "You freaking win this time. One score for you and one score for me."


    I grabbed his hand to hoist him up whileughing. "Get up, you pup!"