I went back home, wanting to change my bloody clothes. My guards bowed their heads as I walked past them. This time I went to my room and changed into my normal wear. After doing my business I walked towards Clara room and opened the door slightly and saw her sleeping soundly.

I couldn't help but feel a tug in my heartstrings as I saw my Luna who was sleeping so peacefully on the bed. She looked so beautiful, and I couldn't help but feel a deep love and admiration for her.

I knew that she was strong and capable but seeing her like this made me feel even more protective of her. I wanted to make sure that she was always safe and happy, and I would do anything to make that happen.

Without disturbing her I went to the meeting room. As my guards opened the door, I saw Bts who were already there checking the files which were piled up on the table.

I went inside and locked the door behind me.

" Found something? " I asked them while moving towards them.

" None " Namjoon said as he continued to look further in the files.

" But I found something strange! " Jungkook said as he looked up from the file and we all turned towards him.

" Rowan was the elder brother of Rome, and if we see the history between them, they both fought with each other for the Alpha position, and they never had good relation between them. There were days when Rowan tried to kill Rome ' accidentally ' but failed miserably. " Jungkook said showing the pictures of them.

" Then why would he want to harm Jimin, shouldn't he celebrate? " Namjoon said while taking the file of Jungkook.

" That's what I was thinking! He found his Mate and they are going to become Alpha & Luna in the ceremony which was going to be held in this week. " Jīn said as he placed the invitation on the table.

" Did you kill him? " Jungkook asked raising his head from the files.

" Nope, just slashed his tongue and left arm. " I said with a shrug.

" What, why? " Namjoon asked confused.

" Rome was always scared of me, but he was confident all of a sudden and I doubt that someone was behind this. So, I placed a tracker and recorder in his flesh while he was unconscious. And Namjoon you are going to handle it. " I said while giving him and he nodded.

We were discussing until Jungkook yawned and I dismissed them before I walked towards our room. I so wanted to ignore her and wanted her to rectify her mistakes, but she always pulls me towards her without even doing something.

Sighing I went to our room and hesitated before opening the door and then I saw her who was sleeping while glowing under the moonlight which was falling on her face.

I climbed into the bed while Clara was sleeping back facing me, I gently wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. She stirred in her sleep, leaning back into me with a soft sigh. I nuzzled my nose against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. She always smelled like roses, and it never failed to calm me.

I loved the way she felt in my arms, so small and fragile. She was my everything, and I would do anything to keep her safe. I would kill anyone who dared to hurt her.

I brushed my lips against her neck, feeling her pulse flutter under my touch. She was so perfect, and I was so lucky to have her. I would do anything to make her happy.

I tightened my arms around her, pulling her even closer as I drifted off to sleep, feeling her heartbeat against my own.

The sleepy couple were sleeping cuddling with each other under the moonlight. They were both exhausted from a long day and were happy to be able to finally just relax in each other's arms. They were both breathing slowly and evenly, and the rise and fall of their chests was soothing and peaceful.

The moonlight shone down on them, and they looked like two angels sleeping in a blissful embrace. They were so content and happy just to be together, and nothing else mattered in that moment.

I removed my eyes from them, and I don't know how but I teleported to that same building where I introduced you about the man who could hear me. I walked towards the same old building which was turning creepier day by day.

The guards walked in the middle of my body while carrying some wolves who were unconscious. And as I turned, I saw many guards who were carrying the wolves.

But why?

With a frown I walked following them, they walked deeper and deeper when I heard the sounds of growling and howling. I stopped instantly because I know there are creatures inside it getting tortured.

I wanted to walk inside but my feet didn't move. I was standing there when the howls became painful to hear. It's like I am facing the same treatment as them. I closed my ears while hissing and crouching down.

I quickly ran away from that place and started to inhale the oxygen greedily. And as I calmed down, I observed my surroundings and saw guards who were bringing an army of men's who were marching towards a room. As I looked closely in their eyes. They weren't normal.

They are obviously werewolves, but the human nor their wolf weren't there in the control. Their eyes were filled with black smoke.

I followed them and walked towards the familiar route; it was the throne room. The guards opened the door seeing the army in front of him.

And then I saw him.

He was surrounded with black smoke around him just like the smoke which I've seen in the werewolves' eyes. I couldn't see him clearly but caught the smirk on his face as his eyes fell on the army who were kneeling in front of him one by one.

He sat on his throne, sipping his wine with a satisfied smirk upon his face. His army and guards kneel before him, their heads bowed in fear. He relished in the power he holds over them, knowing that they would never dare disobey him.

The air is thick with tension, the only sound that of his wine glass clinking against the arm of his throne. The guards dare not move a muscle; their eyes trained on the ground. The army tremble, knowing that any wrong move could mean their death.

He takes another sip of his wine, his eyes scanning the room. He knows that everyone in the room is at his mercy. He knows that they would do anything he asked of them, no matter how despicable, and he relishes in that power.

The scene is one of complete and utter submission, he is in complete control. His army and guards are nothing more than pawns in his game, and he knows it. They will obey him without question, and he will continue to rule over them with an iron fist.

Who is he?

What was he going to do with them?

Why is he forming an army with black magic on them?

And why the fuck does he have a couple portrait of him and Amaris hanging on the wall in front of him?

Why am I involved with this story?

Who am I in the first place? Why can't I remember any of my past incidents?

I walked back until a wall blocked me, I slowly crouched down while a cry escaped from my mouth.

" Who is it? " His dark voice boomed throughout the room which caused all of us to shiver.

Why does he hear me?

I slumped leaning on the wall while covering my mouth with my hands and sat there while stifling my cries.

Where can I find my answers?