Alpha Luke of the Black Moon Pack had to lead his Pack to the Creek Pack. A week had passed since they last attacked. He had to remind them that they were not going to give up until they took over the land, moreover, killed their Alpha.

Luke hated Rolus with a passion not possible for humanity. He loathed him to the point where he would not find peace until the bastard was dead. Killed by Luke's hands.

The bad blood between them was only known by them. Not even Luke's parents knew why their son hated Rolus. They were very fond of the heartthrob Alpha Rolus when they met him several times during the Annual Pack Meetings, but as time went by, they started to loathe him, all because their son had a burning hatred for the young Alpha.

The whole of Black Moon Pack started to loathe the other Pack with a passion too, not knowing why they hated. All they knew was that their Alpha would rather die in the hands of an enemy than be saved by the filthy bastard. But then again, the Creek Pack was the enemy. More like Alpha Luke would rather kill himself than be killed by the other Alpha.

Like that would ever happen - being killed by the other Alpha. As far as everyone in the Black Moon Pack knew, Alpha Rolus was waiting for death to claim him. How pathetic.

The only thing standing in the Black Moon Pack's way were the warriors of Creek Pack. They were skilled both in wolf form and human form. They could hold their own in an attack. Even a surprise attack would not do because they remained undefeated, even when their Alpha was on his death bed.

That's what frustrated Luke. He was sitting down in the presence of his parents. The former Luna, Michelle, was sipping her wine slowly, her long braids in an updo. She was a lady with a cold heart, just like her son. But unlike her son, her heart could be melted by the right people. It was once melted by Rolus before their son declared his hatred against him.

She was sat next to her mate, the former Alpha, Samson. They both waited for their son to explain why he had attacked the Creek Pack a week ago. They may not be the leaders of the Pack now, but their word was still law. Law because Luke will always be their child and will never surpass them. Even if he could grow stronger than them, or even defeat them in a fight, he would still be their little boy who they helped grow stronger.

Samson had a frown, still trying to understand why Luke attacked. "So let me get this straight. You have been targeting Rolus' Pack ever since he became ill?" he asked.

Luke didn't know how many times he would have to tell them his reasons.

"I don't know how you were raised, my son. To kick a dog while it's down?" Samson had to rub it in Luke's face that he was unreasonable. It's been like this all evening, his father asking the same question over and over again.

"It's a good enough reason for me," Luke replied, staring on the top of Samson's bald head.

Samson just shook his head in disbelief.

As for Michelle, like always, she was staring at her son, studying him. She was yet to find the reason why her son loathed Rolus.

It saddened her that Luke changed, changed for the worst. Her son was cold, yes, but not like this. She never knew anyone who hated with a passion so deep as her son's.

Before Luke's twin sister, Lucia, died, Luke did not pay any attention to Rolus. He did not even know he existed.

Lucia was sick all her life. She never felt the presence of her wolf. Without her other half, her wolf, she was doomed to death the moment she never transformed when the other kids did.

For Samson and Michelle, Lucia was bound to die anytime. It was her fate. It hurt them, yes, but they always knew that their only daughter was going to die. It was bound to happen, but they didn't know when.

Luke changed for the worst after his twin's fated death, when he was only eighteen years old. The time when he was supposed to find his mate. The time when Lucia was supposed to find her mate.

The Pack doctor had told them that if Lucia found her mate, her wolf might surface. Her mate was her only hope. That all turned to a tragedy when she didn't find her mate, or so everyone thought. Luke was the only one who knew the truth, the truth about Lucia's mate.

"We've been gone for a year, son, and when we finally return, we hear that our son is waging war against the Creek Pack?" Samson asked, fixing his glare on his son.

Luke just drank his wine, on a staring contest with the former Luna.

Samson clicked his tongue, so fed up with his son's stinking behavior. He understood that he was the Alpha and had to make choices, but this one, it was stupidity. Based on pure emotions alone. Luke was not thinking about the Pack. He was being selfish for putting the Pack in danger, exposing it to threats.

From what Samson gathered, his son has been taking the best warriors of the Pack with him to attack the other Pack, leaving the Pack with ordinary members who could hold their own in a battle, but not an attack.

"Father, I am doing what is best for the Pack. This is a great opportunity. Alpha Rolus is sick. If we could somehow speed up his dying process, we could infiltrate the Pack. We all know that a Pack without its Alpha is a dying one. We could take over the Pack and expand our territory. Just think about it, Father," Luke tried to convince, his voice thick with lust for power.

Samson just shook his head in disagreement. Ruling with an iron fist never yielded great results. It always led to greed.

"You know, instead of waging war against the Black Moon, you should be looking for your mate. You are not getting any younger, my boy. Otherwise, you will filter away," Michelle spoke for the first time in the night.

Luke's jaw hardened, eyes becoming darker and darker with each second that passed.

Yes, the thing about his mate. It was a sore subject for him. He really didn't want to be fated like his sister was. The condition that had affected his sister was much similar to his. He did feel his wolf and could even transform, but unfortunately, his wolf could not detect who his mate was. It was a complicated case for the Pack.

The Pack Healer said that if he was in close vicinity with his mate and the bond was strong, his wolf could tell who his mate was. But sometimes it didn't work like that.

The Clonmel twins' case was an odd one. The other didn't feel the presence of her wolf, and the other couldn't tell who his mate was even if they passed him by.

The Healer also said that his mate would be able to identify him and maybe approach him, but he's been approached by many wolves claiming that they were his mate that it's become hard to trust people, to trust and believe that an individual was his mate.

He just hoped that his mate was well wherever they were and that someday he would find them. And if he had an encounter with his mate and his mate kept quiet, then it was okay. At least they were saving him the pain of being rejected.

He sometimes wondered who would accept him as a mate when he was cold, unforgiving and heartless. Who would accept him as a mate when he was still hung over the fact that his sister died, no, killed by the one person who should've saved her. How will he ever trust his mate to not do the same thing that was done to his sister?

It was a cruel world filled with cruel people.

"Mother, whether I find my mate or not is none of my concern, neither yours nor Father's. What you should concern yourself about is how we will attack the Creek Pack, or how we will be able to get close to their Alpha, close enough to finish him off. How about that?"

Michelle just laughed at her son and his stupidity. As for Samson, he was rubbing his chin in thought.

"You are such a devilish young man, my son. Absolutely not. We are no longer attacking the Creek Pack. I don't know what your problem is with Rolus, but we've supported you through it all. If you can't tell us your reasons, then no attack will happen. Got it?"

Luke, with his brown eyes darkening, stood up from his chair and stomped away to his room.

The former Luna just laughed out loud, still finding Luke's tantrums childish. But then again, he was a child in her eyes.

"Love, do you think we should help him take over the Creek Pack?" Samson asked his mate, who was calming down from her laughing attack. Her dark brown skin glowed under the lights, making her look ethereal in Samson's eyes.

"Like you said, absolutely not. He should just focus on finding his mate or else..."

Samson just shook his head and stood up together with his mate, extending his hand for her to hold.

"I'm just waiting for the day our son finds his mate and then he'll realise that there's more to life than waging war on another Pack," Michelle said.

Samson just smiled at his mate and walked to their room.