Talia's POV

The day passed quickly after Tracy's noon visit.


I slept off, and for a long while. I needed it badly. When I awoke, I felt new and fresh, even though I could still feel the hurt from some open flesh here and there.

My mind was reinvigorated too. So I really decided to give what I was doing some serious thought.

I was really restricted in my movement now. A lot of people didn't know who I really was, but ‘Isla' sure had created some sort of bad impression on quite a number of people. At least everyone in the palace knew me.


The glances Vance gave me throughout the pack address two days ago didn't do much good to my reputation.

The dark was almost dark. Seven or eight pm by my assumption. Tonight had to be successful. Not like there was any mission yet.


I sat and fought my mind away from the haze it was in.

I had to work on Tracy. She was my biggest clue and weak link.

I also had to threaten her. I remember her saying something about her son. But it wasn't really me she told, she told Talia, it sure would've been damn fishy if Isla was all over the place quizzing her about it.

I wasn't sure if she was still going to come to me, so I had to go to her. I also had the urge to ask about Vance. See how he was doing. Whether I liked it or not, he was a very integral part of my yet to be sketched plan.

I couldn't go far without him. Meaning I also had to keep him in the loop.

I hadn't told him about Landon yet. Vance was explosive, I wasn't sure that was going to be the right foot.

Plus while all that happened, I trusted Vance to still want sex, or worse still, a baby.

I knew him only too well to think he was being nice from the goodness of his mind.

Vance obviously had plans of having me knocked up before the next full moon where he'd be able to get visions from Moon Goddess, whether he had a heir on the way or not.

Logically, that left me with two weeks sort out my shit, less than two weeks in fact.

Like an answer to my question, she came again, slipping a paper this time around.

It was almost totally black, but I could see the paper slide through the very thin crack in the door.

'Come on in." I said to her after observing that she was a little hesitant. 'Vance left a flashlight here I need you in so I can close the door and turn it on." I cajoled her.

He reluctance was screaming, but i couldn't blame her.

Truly, Vance instructed her to do what she was doing, but it was me and her who were going to be caught and killed for trespassing, so we knew better than to make a nuisance of ourselves.

'Can you turn it on?" She said, impatiently.

'Oh yes. I miss my little girl. Little stuff like this wasn't my bother only a few months ago." I said, breaking the ice between Tracy and me.

'Is there stuff you're done with that I could take back?" She asked, ignoring all I said.

'Do you ever wish you had, kids?" I asked her directly. At least, It was an innocent enough question.

'No." Tracy replied curtly. I saw her eyes shift, that definitely meant something.

'And you don't think that's kinda hard to believe considering that you like caring for people, and have been into it for quite a while now?" I asked her, aiming to annoy her into having some sort of conversation, at least something tangible.

'Look here Lady, I don't know who you are, really, but you've been asking too many questions. I might have to tell Vance that some other maid would be more suitable." She replied, exhausted.

'And you'd live with that instead, instead of helping a young mom, and a soon-to-be too." Her eyes opened wide and I fed her curiosity by affirming that I was pregnant for Vance.

I thought it was gonna make some significant changes, but I was wrong. Just a brief excitement and she was back to grumpy her.

'Look," she said. I almost couldn't believe my ears. It felt like a set up. She was never chatty with anyone. 'I used to be a girl like you too. Drink in love, high on life." Her eyes were closed and I could see her reliving the experience. It is literally the calmest and most chilled I ever saw her.

'Really?" I asked, the story sounded like something I'd like.

'Yes. Worse even." She replied. 'I have no wolf. I was a human raised by wolves. I always knew I was never going to have a mate, so I made peace with a life of whoring around. And it was fun really. No pay, I just made a list of men I wanted to sleep with, and made a sport of ticking all of them off my list. It was pretty easy, they wanted it too, you know, to have excess power, to be domineering, to feel like Alpha's." She said.

The story was going down a path I liked, so I made sure to not interrupt, not even as much as breathe too loud.

'As expected, I made enemies of many women, important ones too. I made enemies become friends, as I became the common enemy. Sadly for them, I had the protection of almost all the men in the pack. Bloody whores, all of them."

I smiled at that bit, she could not be any closer to the truth. I haven't exactly known men to be faithful to their women, it was the tradition, a horrible one.

'It continued like that for a really long while. I loved babies, I wanted to ah a bunch too. But they swore to never let me have their seed, at least they had the sense to do that. I could not suggest sex without protection, it would have led to my death, a death no one would even bother to investigate. I was a community nuisance." I'm still not certain if I imagined it or it was real, but I saw her shed her first tear then.

'I'm so sorry." I said.

'Just shut up." She replied immediately. 'Somehow, I had a baby. A boy. A very beautiful boy. I was head over heels in love with him. I stopped…I stopped what I was doing. Life was amazing, just me and him in our little world. I left there, and moved to Moonstone. If only I didn't." She paused and took a very deep inhale.

'You regret being here?" I asked her.

'Do you want to complete the story yourself?" She asked back rudely. But I knew to shut up. She was angry and pissy when emotional.

'Certainly not." I replied and waited for her to gather her thoughts.

'When I got here, I wanted to kick off on a fresh start, so my boy could have a meaningful life. The mistake I made was I was too concerned with his future, I cared too little of his present. He liked to fight, he liked to play too, and he was only too happy to meet boys his age. I worked in the palace, but since I had a child, I was allowed to work shifts rather than full time. The palace was, and maybe still is, the best place for domestic work. I was a willing and faithful slave, till I was brought my sons body on a fucking wooden bier, just two weeks after I mourned my most beloved Luna till date." I no longer needed to guess. The sniffs at regular intervals was a give away that she had begun to shed her eyes out.

I moved closer to her and patted her back.

I could not risk her getting hysterical. There was literally no space for that. Thankfully, she didn't resist