Chapter 19

Alpha Jaxon’s POV

“How far are you with the decloaking spell?” The silence that followed after my question was a sufficient answer, one that I had grown accustomed to.

“Nothing has changed.” Astra sighed, rubbing her wrinkled forehead. The answer had been the same for the last ten years. I had enlisted Astra to look into the ring the moment I turned 18. She was the oldest in the pack, a descendant of powerful warlocks that had been a part of the Yellow Moon Pack since my great grandfather’s reign.

Years ago, there had been the deadliest war in the history of werewolf community. Packs fought against packs, scrambling for partitioning of land and expansion of territories. Our pack being the smallest one was facing the threat of annihilation. Warlocks remained a neutral party but that changed when the Beta of the pack caught a scent of his mate during training in the woods.

Following his instincts, he came across a dying teenager, beaten within an inch of her li