Chapter 48. Howard Mortimer

~GABRIELLA'S POV~

“The Mortimer family had always been a mysterious one, even before she arrived at our door step. Our ancestors had a story they passed on from generation to generation—a story of the first Alpha of Black Moon, a story of how things never went right for him. He and his family were ridiculed by farmers and traders, and they were made to go through all sorts of torture on a daily basis.

They were seen as trash in society and had to beg to be fed. The reason was because his father was accused of conspiring with an old witch to murder the king. He and his family always wore bags over their heads to hide their diseased faces from the public.

One day his daughter died of an unknown ailment, then his son followed, and soon he got fed up. He picked up a knife and swore that nothing would stop him until he held the king's head in his hand, and if he died in the process, it at least would not be in vain.

As he slammed his door open in anger, something