Ashley.

“Ouch, where the hell am I?” I turned slowly to the corner as I lay on the bed. I felt my body ache and some stitches around my left arm. I felt horrified.

I panicked at the sight of a number of medical syringes and beside them were pints of blood, plasters and drugs.

‘This can’t be a hospital, hospitals don’t have wardrobes,’ I muttered as I observed the room for a moment. I was definitely in a luxury apartment. Maybe, soon I’ll find out who it belonged to.

I had a flash back of the executioner as he raised his axe to slice through.

I shuddered.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I slurred.

“What the fuck is going o…?” I wasn’t done before the door opened. A man walked into the room with a bottle of water in his hands. He looked familiar, like the same man from the hospital.

“Are you okay?” He inquired, pretending to pay less attention to me as he dropped the bottle on a table in front. He brought out two tins of milk.

I was speechless and kept on staring at him as he poured another white substance into the transparent glass and stirred continuously.

He paused and held the cup in his hands. Maybe he was waiting for a response from me.

“What’s that, in your hands?” I asked, my eyes glued to he’s.

He exhaled.

“Well, I just thought giving you a glass of milk would be helpful enough.”

A wave of silence poured in the room. He understood. “Come on, my love. Are you in any way finding this act suspicious?”

I folded my lips and exhaled as he stirred one more time and had a sip from the glass. “You see, totally harmless, it’s just so weird this is even happening,” He Chuckled.

I felt eased. “I think I’ll have the drink,” I added as i stretched my hands. He approached me. His face bright as he smiled and kept on staring. He handed over the cup. He sat beside me and monitored my countenance as I sipped quietly. I wasn’t observant earlier on to note my dress was changed. I freaked out.

“God damn! My dress! What did you do?!” I exclaimed. Droplets from the glass cup poured on my bed sheet as I shivered.

“Come on, wolf. I promise, I didn’t touch your dress. Your personal maiden did,” he points to the door and an early twenties lady who carried a tray walked into the room. Seems she brought in dinner.

“Good evening, Alpha. Good evening Luna,” she bowed.

“Yeah, evening,” The man replied. “She did change your clothes. You weren’t looking so good on the other attire from the hospital, besides, you were knocked out and had blood stains on them, so, I asked Claire to have you cleaned up and changed,”

‘Claire?’ I muttered.

That was the first time I heard a name in my new home. It would be so embarrassing to ask for his own name. I didn’t even know what to call him, but maybe I’ll find out along the line. I watched them both stare at me as he gestured. Claire dropped the tray with a glass of water and stood still. She stared suspiciously at me.

“Claire, could you please give us a moment? You’d be back later. For now I’ll love to have a word with my wife.” He faked a smile and nodded.

“Okay sir,” she turned to take her leave and just then, halted and returned her gaze.

“Alpha Boris?” She called.

‘Hmm, Boris. Maybe I’ll have so much names to memorize before things gets out of hand.’ I muttered.

“Mhmm,” He responded.

“I’m so sorry I forgot to tell you this. Your sister asked about you and needed to know…” She wasn’t done with her speech before the door opened again and this time, a blonde—tall lady walked in. She possessed a striking jawline and well defined Lips. Curvy and wore a police uniform. Claire greeted and walked out quickly.

“Monica? Where have you been all day?” Boris asked, his face glaring with a wry smile.

“Oh, dear, I just came in quickly to see the Luna. I heard the miracle.” She turned to me and smiled, rubbing my shoulders.

“How are you coping, Roan?” She asked.

I couldn’t utter a single word. I nodded slowly.

“Uhh, I understand. We all know how such occurrences can be. Well, it’s so good to have you back. I’ll personally cook for you tomorrow and make sure you’re well celebrated. Boris, you know what to do,” she giggled.

“Of course, she’s going to be celebrated after the pack’s ritual.” He added with a smile. I felt so lost but had to play along. I smiled wryly.

“Okay fellas, I think I’d be on my way. I’ve got to report to work on time. The inspector needs me to oversee a case quickly. When I’m back, I’d come speak with you personally Roan,” she smiled and took her leave.

This wasn’t going to be an easy task for me at all. I’ve heard of the pack in silver haven and how brutal things here can be when they mean business. Maybe I’ll begin by doing some digging on the life of the actual Luna, Roan. Her likes, dislikes, hobbies, her most used words, her leadership role and her dieting. All these made me fidget as I brainstormed.

“Roan, Are you okay?” Boris inquired as he placed his right hand on my shoulder.

“I’m fine, it’s just… it’s,” I stuttered.

“Hey, I understand. I mean, none of us ever thought you’d be back. There’s absolutely no need for an explanation. You died and somehow the Moon goddess brought you back, that’s all that matters now,” He rubbed my laps gently while he sobbed.

Something weird happened right then. I felt the connection between Boris and I, but I couldn’t explain how. It was somewhat mystical. Maybe my wolf still dominates the body.

“Honestly, I think I’ll need some time. At least to process all that has happened. Maybe I’ll be able to remember a few,” I responded, my voice barely above a whisper.

The door opened and the maiden—Claire, entered the room again, this time she had a stainless plate in her hands. I watched her salivate and gave me a signal with her eyes. It was a quick glance.

“Claire, what are you doing here again? I asked you to give me some time alone with my wife and you still had the guts to walk in here?!” Boris lost it as he raised his voice at her.

“My Alpha, I’m so sorry I forgot her protein back at the kitchen. Please, pardon my manners. It won’t occur again.” She replied with her soothing voice and took a bow. Everything at the moment felt so strange and I could sense it.

“Maybe I’ll have to eat some food, Boris,”

That was the first mistake I made. The usual Roan wouldn’t call him—‘Boris,’ She had a special code name.

“Boris?” He replied, the wrinkles on his forehead were enough to tell something went off, but he cared less.

“Well, never mind. It’s just that I don’t remember the last time you referred to me as that. Maybe you’ll have to reconsider calling me ‘Arch’” he smiled and kissed my forehead.

I heard a buzz sound come from his pocket. It was his cell phone.

“And… I’ve got to pick this call.” He brought out the phone to answer. I was so quick to note the name of the caller on the screen.

ALEX

I flinched. He didn’t see that though. He was already backing me and with the phone by his ear.

“Hey! Brother!” He spoke with pleasure as he walked out of the door.

It’s true people bear similar names, but there was something totally off about the ALEX I saw in his mobile phone. ‘That better not be Alexander Grey, else I’m screwed,’ I mumbled.

I was famished. I rushed to the table where Claire kept the food.

I uncovered and admired the scent of the chicken laps. But there was a white paper under one of the meats. I turned to see if anyone else watched. It was all clear. I took it and was shocked by what I saw.

‘Midnight, at the garden, behind the courtyard—12am sharp,’