Chapter 1: Death on the Full Moon

"Dulcibella, danger! Run!" Ulrika pulled Dulcibella towards the door. Their ears
filled with the sounds of fighting and howling wolves. Her beta father has abandoned
them after he pissed off the Alpha.
Dulcibella's eyes were filled with the sight of red. On the ground was a mass of
blood and the bodies of her family, causing her feel heartbroken. A wolf lunged at the
two of them. Ulrika pushed Dulcibella away, but she was scratched by the its sharp
claws. Her warm blood sprayed onto Dulcibella's face.
"Run! Now!" Ulrika shouted to Dulcibella as she used the last of her strength to
shift into a wolf and squeeze that wolf's hind legs.
Dulcibella, with tears in her eyes, but unwilling to disappoint Ulrika's kindness.
With one last look at Ulrika, she turned her head and ran toward the door.
Just as she reached the door, a hand pierced her heart and Dulcibella's eyes
widened as she slowly fell backwards.
"It's a pity for such a beautiful face."
The man's low, cold voice sounded in her ears. Her eyes were bloodshot and
could not see anything. She could only feel a powerful breath brushing her face
around her, making her soul tremble
On the night of the full moon, Dulcibella died, on the day her father attempted to
kill Alpha. On that day, not a single member of the entire Davis family lived, and
everyone died because of her arrogant and reckless father. Alpha used the dozens of
lives in their family to prove to the entire Asaro pack that his authority is inviolable.
Dulcibella lay on the ground with her eyes tightly closed. She was surrounded by
a pack of wolves who shifted into humans between walks. They had just beaten
Dulcibella severely, but for some reason she suddenly passed out.
"Jocasta, she's not dead, is she?" One of the women said in fear.
Jocasta had a look of pleasure in her eyes. She wasn't afraid. Dulcibella was
better off dead. Just the thought of having sex with Karma last night while he was
screaming her name made her want to die.
Dulcibella felt nothing but pain all over her body. Her eyes suddenly opened,
filled with fear, a fear that made her almost immobile.
The pain on her chest made her scream out, and she sat up violently as if she had
regained her strength in an instant.
Her actions also frightened the people around her, and they took a step back.
Dulcibella looked around her. This was not her hom. She put her hand on her
chest but did not feel the wound.
She couldn't believe it and took off her clothes to check. Still there was no
wound. There was no scar on her smooth and delicate skin.
Could it be that everything just happened was a dream of hers?
No! It's impossible!
It's definitely not a dream!
The pain of being stabbed through the heart still remained in her body, as well as
the powerful and cold breath she felt before dying ...... It was all absolutely real, but
why didn't she die?
“What was she mad at?” The people around her raised questions as they watched
her strange behaviors.
A hint of disappointment crossed Jocasta's eyes. How come she didn't die just
now? Then she smiled again as she remembered a more brutal way to die. She
squatted down, cupped Dulcibella's chin and said, " At first, I wanted to let you die a
little faster. But since you didn't cooperate, I had to be more ruthless.
“You guys, throw her into the Demon Cave." Jocasta ordered to the
Werewolves behind her.
The Werewolves who were ordered were stunned! The Demon Cave. It’s the place
that the Wolvemort gather. They are crazy Werewolves, and they love nothing more
than to eat Werewolves alive. But they dared not disobey Jocasta's order because she
is Alpha's daughter, in the Ladakh pack.
Dulcibella tried to resist, but her strength was too weak. She could only watch them
approached.