Matthew's Pov

　　"When are we going to see Emma again, big brother?" Charlotte asks before taking another sip of her juice.

　　We are both sitting at the table having our breakfast. The day is pleasantly warm. The sun streams through the window with incredible brightness and warmth.

　　I lifted my eyes from my phone, where I was reading important emails. I give my sister a gentle smile as I process her question. Charlotte is sitting across from me, wearing her pink unicorn pajamas, her hair still messy, and her green eyes still a bit sleepy.

　　"Soon, Lotte. She has a lot to take care of in the new wolf pack, Stonehaven Pack has new members, it requires a whole process," I explain to Charlotte with tenderness and patience.

　　My sister pouts in response, making me want to laugh, but I control myself so she doesn't think I'm mocking her.

　　"But how soon? Tomorrow? Tomorrow is soon enough, isn't it?" she asks argumentatively, her green eyes becoming lively and animated.

　　I shake my head and bite a piece of bacon before answering her, "No, Lotte. Tomorrow isn't possible, dear. But I promise soon will come quickly."

　　My sister crosses her small chubby arms in front of her, resting them on the table.

　　"But will it be faster than the Confrontation?" her question sounds serious and even worrying.

　　I raise an eyebrow at her, confused by the question.

　　"What confrontation, Charlotte?" I ask, concerned.

　　"Of the three big wolves. The terrible wolf. The howling wolf. And the shadow wolf. Will the confrontation be before or after we see Emma, big brother?" Charlotte asks again, and I am trying to process what she just said.

　　"Charlotte, explain more about these three wolves, how about that? So I can know if it will be before or after we see Emma," I respond calmly and gently, to avoid scaring her.

　　The reality is that Charlotte is still a child. And although I don't take her visions and prophecies very seriously, they do happen, and Charlotte sees them through the innocent prism of a child's mind, still only eight years old.

　　Charlotte adjusts herself in the chair she's sitting on and lets out a long sigh. We've done this many times, where Charlotte gets a bit dramatic and impatient. But I don't mind; it's a way to understand what she means without being too cryptic.

　　"Brother, you will face a great wolf. The shadow wolf. I don't like fights, big brother, I don't know why you insist on them," Charlotte explains with a serious voice, and her delicate face is furrowed, laden with worry for such a small child. "You three will fight. The three great wolves will fight, and I don't know when it will end. That's why I want to see Emma, I want to see her before you fight. Maybe she can convince you to stop fighting the wolves."

　　I reflect on Charlotte's vision. The only wolf pack I am in significant conflict with is the Moonshadow Pack; we have been attacked in neutral situations. Provocations have been made, and it has gone too far. But will there be three? Who will be the next wolf pack?

　　I shake my head to dispel the conspiracies trying to take root in my mind just because of what Charlotte said. Soon I will be with the council of elders; let them grapple with this.

　　"Well, Lotte, I don't know yet. But I promise we will see Emma soon, okay?" I finally respond, making Charlotte let out a long, disappointed sigh.

　　This makes me laugh a little; her reaction is charming to the eyes. It doesn't matter if the elders think Charlotte is a prophet; she is still my little sister, eight years old, who loves things like her stuffed animal, bedtime stories, and ice cream.

　　I get Charlotte ready for school; without Emma here, things have gone back to how they were before her arrival. I take care of Charlotte as best as I can, giving her what she needs most: attention and love.

　　The longing I feel for Emma has grown every day since her departure. I am happy to know where she is now, but I dearly want to have her back here. To have her by my side, sleeping with me every night and waking up by her side every day.

　　The feeling of knowing Emma is my mate still surprises me every day when I wake up. After a month and a half without seeing her, feeling our bond of companionship was an incredible emotion I could never have imagined.

　　It has been months since we officially got together, but we haven't marked each other yet. After all, things have not been easy, and I still don't know how to handle the fact that she is now an alpha. My beautiful and sweet Emma, an alpha.

　　Her having two wolves is impressive; it shows even more how unique and special Emma is. However, my plan to unify all the wolf packs under my command, into one kingdom, has been taking longer than I had planned.

　　After taking Charlotte to school, my day is filled with pack duties. I train with my warriors, honing new techniques and informing them of new attack and defense plans.

　　"Guys, we've been falling behind in some attacks made by the Moonshadow Pack. This has been embarrassing!" I shout to my platoon lined up.

　　There are over one hundred and fifty warriors ready to fight under my command. I can see this number multiplying once I unify all the wolf packs under my command as alpha king.

　　"We need more effort, more grit. More focus, guys! Who are we?" I shout with a deep and firm voice.

　　"NIGHT WOLVES!" My warriors shout in unison, making the air vibrate with the strength of their voices.

　　"And what do we do?" I question seriously and loudly.

　　"HOWL AND FIGHT!" They respond and howl at the end, making me proud of the loyal warriors I have.

　　"Alpha Matthew, the council is already gathered, ready to receive you," Liam, my beta, informs me calmly.

　　I dismiss my warriors and head towards the meeting room. Along the way, Liam briefs me on the weapon advancements Direwolf has provided us, as well as the progress of Emma's wolf pack. I want more than anything to keep Emma safe. Forming a new wolf pack is always dangerous.

　　"And their mood, how is it?" I question Liam before entering the room.

　　My beta shrugs before answering, "We've had worse moods from them, alpha Matthew," Liam states finally.

　　I take a deep breath, ready to face another debate-filled meeting with the elders. Since Emma's departure and the declaration of war between our wolf pack and the Moonshadow Pack, the elders and I have not had similar visions of objectives.

　　When I decide to mention Charlotte's vision of the three wolves, the debate becomes even more heated to determine who the third party in this war will be.

　　"It wouldn't surprise me if it were this new wolf pack, Stonehaven Pack," one elder comments with a tone of disdain that fills my soul with anger.

　　"Emma's wolf pack is not interested in entering a confrontation. That's exactly why Emma left here," I quickly argue.

　　Mentioning Emma during the meeting causes me unusual anguish. Fenrir roars inside me with such a visceral tone that I lose my breath for a few moments.

　　"Emma, she's in danger!" Fenrir announces with a growl. I feel in my soul our partnership bond becoming more intense.

　　I leave the meeting room without giving any explanation. The pain in my chest, the urgency to find Emma consumes me entirely. I call her cell phone, but no one answers.

　　Night has already fallen, bringing with it a wave of fear and apprehension. I can't stop feeling the urgency to find Emma.

　　Using my desperation as a compass, I follow the streets in my car until I arrive in front of a hotel. Emma's scent becomes strong as I enter the reception, and without talking to anyone, I follow the scent of danger surrounding my mate.

　　When I stand in front of a room door, I give it a hard kick, causing it to swing open with a loud bang. What my eyes find fills me with even more rage than the anguish I was feeling.

　　"Get your hands off Emma, you son of a bitch, bastard!" I shout with fury, lunging at Daniel and pulling him away from Emma's unconscious body.