Hey Everyone! This is the fastest I've every uploaded a chapter since a previous upload except from my daily uploads back in the day :)
Hope you all enjoy this chapter! It's a really long one and some old characters come back to visit! With 4,500+ words on Micro. Word, I hope it's long enough for you...

Also letting you all know now that there is SWEARING: 'Fuck, Shit, Bitch'... Yup :)

There possibly may or may not be a cliffhanger at the end.. .Okay enjoy!
Libby xx

Breaking News tonight; a man was in a concussion yesterday after a young girl broke his arm and launched him into oncoming traffic. With the girl still at large, police are investigating-

"She had pure black eyes! It was terrifying, I feared for my life!"

"All the guy did was sit down next to her and she f-"

"Our finest detectives are on the case to find out what happened. If anyone has any information, please contact-"

"The criminal, known as the Black-Eyed Girl, is at large-"

Rebekah Morgan sighed as she turned off her television. She was at her homely cottage in the early hours of the morning. The human detective was woken by a sharp pain in her mind and her young daughter screaming – her husband paid no heed to the sound in thinking that she was just hungry.

Truth was that they both woke to the birth of the new wolf Heir.

The former-wolf had calmed her daughter down or rather the ecstatic wolf, who she'd sacrificed, that lay in her Jemima's body. Once her little ankle-biter, in every sense of the word, was back to sleep Rebekah didn't follow suit. She was wide awake in the antics of her mind that turning on the television seemed the best idea to put her back to sleep.

It wasn't.

Her stress was making the ends of her hair raise and the hollow part of her, where her wolf usually lied, was trembling. If she still had her wolf soul, then she would have now contacted her brother mentally to warn him of the investigation into one of their own.

Raven's attack on the drug-dealer, who indeed sat next to her first as the witness claimed, had spread world-wide. It was fresh, as the media would call it. An attack on an innocent-looking man by a black-eyed girl? It was fresh meat. They say 'if it bleeds, it leads' but if it involves a demonic looking child attacking a fully grown drug-dealer then that will certainly blow things out of proportion.

Rebekah stared at the dark screen of her TV, her dishevelled reflection visible now that the news bulletins were off. Her dark roots to her died hair had reached past her forehead now and her usually bright brown eyes were dim. Sighing, her soft pyjamas crumbling at the motion of her chest, the Detective stood.

Even though she had no wolf soul she knew what she needed to do. As a lead detective she already had all the information possible regarding the case – and soon her brother would as well.

Grabbing her phone off the kitchen bench, ripping away the charger without mercy, she quickly dialled the Beta of the Silver Pack.

"Logan, it's me." Rebekah whispered once the tone broke with his voice. The whispering was so that her husband or daughter woke to the secret of the werewolf world.

"Rebekah! How are you? Why are you calling me this early?" Logan responded, noting the whisper. "What's wrong; is Jemima okay?"

"Jemima is fine; we both woke to the Heir's arrival."

"A little girl, Princess Celeste Seraphina Xara." Logan declared with pride.

"I know Logan, I'm not that disconnected with my wolf." She snarled.

"Easy... What's wrong then? Pete?"

"No! Logan, are you aware of Raven?"

Silence rung down the line. "...The bird?"

"My Moon, Logan! You really are as blind as a bat!" Rebekah whispered harshly before composing herself back to a quiet level. "Are you aware of what Lady Seraphina was prior to the King's mate? Prior to her capture?"

"Yes, of cou– wait... Is Raven..?"

"Another victim, yes, but I fear worse. I think she was affected more mentally than Lady Seraphina; she's a Lady of the Wolves and had 14 years of isolation to deal with her grief but Raven was just a normal wolf thrown back into the real world, with no recollection of anything besides a living hell, and is under the care of two unstable mates. Princess Thalia and Elijah Griffin are working together to help get her back but looking at the news this morning I don't think it's going to work."

Rebekah heard nothing but breathing from the other end of the line. No doubt Logan was taking his time, like usual, to process the information he had received. She pressed a hand against the speaker and stuck out an ear out for any noise of her husband or daughter... all she could hear was silence. Her hand uncovered the phone.

"She snapped Logan. Raven attacked a human in public. She's on the news and wanted by my department; her picture is everywhere." Adding on to his stockpile of information, Rebekah whispered the last crucial piece to the puzzle.

"Oh shit." Logan whispered in kind and Rebekah heard him moving around. No doubt he was heading to his Alpha, Isabella Woods, to relay the tragic tale. "Is there any way you can stop the investigation?"

"I already cut the lift wires to slow down the officers rushing to get to her. I haven't been assigned on the case but I either way can't stop it now that it is in the media; there are YouTube videos on the incident for Pete sake!" Rebekah leaned against the kitchen counter as she vented to her brother. "Raven's wanted whether there is a case or not!"

"Calm down sister." Logan assured as his wolf pushed through. "I'll tell Alpha Woods what you've said and do what you can to stop them finding Raven. The Alpha will tell the Queen."

"Please also pass on my condolences for the bad news during their time of happiness." She pleaded.

"Of course, Rebekah... Who's going to let the Princess and the Hunter know?"

"I will. I'll go down to them; they gave me a meeting point for them if any other information surfaces. I can leave saying it's a possible lead and just return with nothing." Rebekah planned. No doubt in her mind as she laid out the plan. She wouldn't admit to her brother that she had already thought out every possible angle to help Raven out... Rebekah was just like her; except her experimentation on her wolf was voluntary and for her daughter.

"Okay... will you get in trouble for the lead?" His concern was clear.

"No, don't worry about me." Rebekah was now the one assuring. "The worst they can do is tell me off or put me on the case, which will advantage us anyway."

"Stay safe Rebekah, I'll let them know." Her brother spoke with a Beta tone and Rebekah heard him knock on presumably the Alpha's door. "Stay out of trouble."

"Likewise."

Rebekah easily slipped away from the precinct and drove towards the meeting point. She'd emailed Elijah's hunter Greg in hope he'd pass it on to the Princess, but the chances were slim. They were probably raiding another vampire nest or maybe they even knew of the trauma the human world was going through.

Her Bluetooth activated. "Detective Morgan." His voice resonated through the car and Rebekah quietly gulped down her fear.

"Commissioner." She greeted. "What can I do for you?"

"Where are you? Your tracker is off."

Rebekah, surprisingly, felt a spike of fear go through her spine. The scars around her torso tingled and the Detective quickly became agitated.

"I heard reports that a source may know the location of the alleged 'Black-Eyed Girl'." Rebekah spoke the words she had rehearsed in the mirror before leaving. "I'm driving to check it out – off the grid."

"You are not on the case."

"My source claims to have information regarding the case; it may help those who are assigned to it Boss." Rebekah persuaded.

The car was without chatter as the Bluetooth paused. Crackling started to occur in the connection and the Detective smirked.

"Commissioner? I'm losing you."

"My connection is fine-"

"Ah... Com-sioner? C... hear me-e?" Rebekah broke up her words.

"Detective Morgan, stop-"

"I-... hang up... lo-sing sign..al..." The rebellious Rebekah hung up but caught the Commissioners yell of her name before the dial tone sounded. She released a breath she didn't realise she was holding and turned off her phone from all her work colleagues as she drove into the fake dead-zone of phone signal.

She parked on the side of the national park track, thanking the Goddess for her 4WD, and waited for one of the Hunters or Wolves assigned to the Princess to turn up. The ticking of her cooling engine, the song of birds flying overhead, and the calm rustling wind was all she could hear thanks to her now dulled ears.

She missed being able to hear the heart of the forest.

As Rebekah was reminiscing in her memories, she heard the cracking of twigs. No doubt the large brown wolf was being loud to alert Rebekah of her presence or their natural silence would have startled her.

The Detective stilled as her human instincts told her to run but her heart pounded as she stared at one of her former kind. The dark brown wolf, a female, blended in uncanny with its forest surroundings with glistening smooth mud eyes that shone as though it had the sparkle of raindrops trapped on the surface. The wolf carried her long lean legs on the other side of the car and Rebekah heard the shift.

Quick... Less than a second... a warrior wolf built to fight.

Rebekah heard the shirt she'd placed on the bonnet of the 4-wheeler be swatted off and thrown on the female fighter. Rebekah didn't bother turning as she heard the quiet steps of the fighter come around the car and rest in front of her. Only then did the Detective meet the eyes of the wolf.

Her eyes were still that matte mud with the glaze over the eye but her emotions were reeled back. She had light blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders, split evenly down the middle in no style at all. An eyebrow was arched as the fighter took in her casual but combat stance. Their scars seemed to brighten at the thought of a fight; the battle wounds showing themselves off.

"Detective Rebekah Morgan, an honour." The blonde spoke in a low voice. She wasn't fighting anyone today. "I'm Lara Knight of the Princess's command. She said to tell you that the rabbits are plump today over the autumn meadow."

Rebekah smiled at the code. They got the message. "Thank you Lara. I don't suppose you're the same warrior wolf who helped out O'Hara and Stevenson, as well as the King, in the rescue of Lady Seraphina?"

The Warrior let her pride shine through her eyes but she bore no smile. "The very same."

"Then the honour is mine."

"I don't know about that. It takes a greater warrior to perform the sacrifice you did for your daughter and your kind."

Rebekah raised her head in defiance. "You'd do the same if in my spot."

Lara also raised her chin in agreement. "I see now why Thalia sent me." She said with a smile.

The Detective returned the smile but it lasted momentarily. "You all got my message?"

"Greg, my mate, passed it on through them to me. I'm here to relay whatever you say to them." Knight, ironically named, spoke and adjusted her stance as though the information would be passed in a physical blow.

Rebekah gathered her thoughts. "Raven's attack on the drug-dealer, which is not disclosed to the public, was aired by the media early this morning. She's wanted; the videos of the attack are on YouTube; live television; they're everywhere. The pup is known as the 'Black-Eyed Girl', other names too although they're not relevant, but they don't know her name. There's a case at the precinct but I'm not on it. She needs to lay low. It's all I know for now."

"They couldn't come up with anything better than the 'Black-Eyed Girl'?" Lara teased.

"Some detectives, myself included, wanted her to be called 'The Red-Wolf'." Rebekah replied with a smile and Lara nodded at the reference.

"You don't poke a bear.."

"...nor feed an angry wolf with your hands." Rebekah finished the phrase with the wolf version. Both Lara and Rebekah felt the mutual respect go between them before the Detective's alarm went off in the car. The warrior stilled at the sound but the Detective only sighed.

"That's my precinct buzzer." She explained. "They want me back; I can't stay for longer."

"Let us know if you have any other information." Lara Knight said as she started to undo the button-up shirt Rebekah had provided.

"I'll call you." Rebekah said with a wink which made Lara smirk. Yes, they'd get along just fine. The Detective turned the car around and started to drive back to her work place, glimpsing Knight's wolf sprint back into the forest.

While Rebekah had informed Thalia's team about the infamous Raven, it was now Logan's turn. After he knocked on the door of his Alpha's room, he stepped back and kept his eyes lowered. His Alpha was reckless and head-strong, especially at this time...

The oak door screamed as it was slammed against the wall. Blazing green eyes stared down the Beta and the wild blonde hair revealed her fury.

"It's two-am." She hissed.

"I'm sorry Alpha Woods, but it is urgent. The second victim to vampire experimentation, Raven, has snapped. She's on the human watch-list." Logan briefed, his eyes still lowered to the floor. He noted the curling of his Alpha's toes in displeasure of her awakening. When the feet started to move towards the Alpha's office the Beta followed obediently.

"Brief me." Isabella Woods commanded. She wasn't in the mood for a 2AM briefing about a large werewolf matter but it was her duty as Alpha to get things done... even if it was interrupting her precious sleep.

"My sister, Detective Rebekah Morgan, informed me that Raven had attacked a human when he approached her outside the NYPD Precinct. She threw him into oncoming traffic, breaking lot of bones, and ran from the scene. There is footage and witnesses claiming that her eyes turned black." Logan informed his sleep-deprived Alpha.

Alpha Bella sighed. "Her wolf broke at the pressure. No doubt her containment cracked her control."

Logan nodded. "Most likely, Alpha Woods. She's under the care of Princess Thalia and Elijah Griffin, but Detective Morgan suggested she lay low."

"The King and Queen need to know."

"Rebekah passes on her condolences for interrupting their happiness with bad news... her words, not mine." Logan explained when his Alpha raised an uncombed eyebrow his way at the posh dialect.

"Okay. I'll inform the Queen. Is there any way to contain Raven's outburst?"

"No. It's gone viral, Alpha."

"Of course it has." Alpha Bella muttered under her breath as she reached for her phone. She wasn't going to mind link Lady Seraphina, known to her as Silver, while she was caring for Princess Celeste. She didn't want to interrupt her thoughts of her pup with her own so a phone call is what it will have to be. "When you get an unstable wolf who has snapped at a human, it always goes viral."

The Alpha's memory trained back over eight years ago when she first visited Central Park Zoo after running away from the pack she now ruled. She'd promised to stay with Seraphina; Bella only knew her as Silver because of the lack of mental connection and devised the nickname from the colour of her fur. When she was in the process of leaving, she was violently approached by the former Beta Mitchell in an attempt to drag her back to the pack.

Silver had broken out of her cage and protected her from being placed in another. The large silver wolf was anaesthetised and taken back but it was months later over constant legal battles over whether or not she should be put down that the case dropped. The internet had gone viral over the video like with Raven's attack; it had sky-rocketed the publicity of the Zoo. It was that and the fact that she didn't injure anyone that saved her from being put down.

"Alpha?" Logan inquired when Bella received a glazed look over her jade eyes. The Alpha snapped back into motion as she stared at her Beta.

"Gather up Gamma Bryce. I need to know whether Raven is a risk or not; put him in contact with whoever is running communications at Thalia's camp." Bella ordered and Logan bowed his head briefly before striding out of the room. When the office door was shut, wiping the sleep from her eyes, the Alpha of the Silver Pack called up the Royal line.

"Eight to twenty-four." The question echoed. What was the urgency for interrupting the King and Queen with their Princess?

"Nine to two." Bella responded to the code. There's a lot of bad shit going on here.

"Polar." Freeze contact until Royal response.

The Alpha's patience was wearing thin and her wolf was snarling ferociously. "Listen here you little Gamma." Bella had lost it. "It's 2-freaking-AM here, my sheets are bloody, and I have no time for any fucking codes. If you don't pass me onto Queen Seraphina within five minutes I will personally make sure that your sheets are bloody next time you wake up!"

The Gamma on the end of the line dropped the phone and the footsteps of him running sent a small amount of satisfaction into her wolf. What she didn't need to hear was the Gamma screaming at the guards with pure fear in their voice about a crazy she-wolf who wanted to murder him in his sleep.

Oh Moon he's new... and clearly hasn't experienced an Alpha on her period before.

Bella could hear one of the guards make their way to the phone and his chest fill with prepared threatening words to cast fear into her heart. They don't know who I am.

"Identify yourself she-wolf." He spoke in a low voice that rumbled with experienced confrontations and battles. "You have no right to sneak into the Alpha's office and call the Royal line and threaten the murder of the King's Gamma. I will call your Alpha and report your incident and we shall see then who will be lying in a sheet of blood."

"This is the Alpha." Bella snarled. The snarl rumbled through her mind and body, no doubt through the phone line and into the heart of the guard, but Bella felt Seraphina's connection spike as she felt her anger. "Put me on the phone to Lady Seraphina – it's urgent. A matter of human media, a risk of werewolf exposure. This is a 'nine to two' you son of a bitch... And there's this thing females experience called periods, PUT HER ON THE PHONE!"

The Alpha of the Silver Pack was the definition of furious.

The guard stilled on the other end of the line and was about to turn and go to the guards outside the room to find one of them standing beside him. He stood a head taller than him with light brown hair and dark green eyes; no doubt the build of the wolf in front of him was that of a warrior greater than him.

Jackson O'Hara, the head of Royal Security and the greatest wolf spy they had, was standing in front of him. He merely outstretched his hand for the phone. The guard had his head hung low as he handed over the line gently, as though Alpha Bella herself would launch herself out of the phone and onto his neck if he so much as wobbled the device. Jackson merely nodded at the guard before heading up towards the room all three Royals were resting.

"Hello Bella, how are you?" Jackson spoke in the line.

"Jackson, finally, someone who has some sense!" Bella growled. "How come the Gamma didn't know who I was?! This is the Alpha of the Silver Pack's Phone Line for a reason!"

"He was filling in for his mate who had just gone to the bathroom; he's not a Gamma." Jackson explained as he made his way up the stairs towards the well-guarded room.

"Well that bloody explains it!" Bella muttered, letting out a string of vulgar words with violent threats towards the clueless.

"Gail is going to wash your mouth out with soap if she hears those phrases." Jackson chuckled, thinking of his mate and wife who was the guardian of the enraged Alpha.

"Let her try; she says worse than I do when you're not around." Bella snickered, sensing Jackson's frown.

"Why the call?" Jackson diverted the conversation.

"Raven snapped; she has human attention now and it isn't going away soon." Bella explained, thinking that these words were already well worn. "This situation isn't worth a POLAR!"

"Calm yourself before Lady Seraphina talks to you – I won't let you stress out the Queen any more than necessary. She has an ankle-biter now; she doesn't need an ear-biter too." Jackson put the phone to his chest as Bella raged at him through the line. He could hear some vulgar terms being used but he merely ignored them as he stood outside the Royal's door. The guards around him frowned at the raging Alpha on the other end of the line but Jackson just shrugged them off. His eyes flared as he gently touched King Elliot's, his cousin's, mind in preparation for a rant about breaching personal space.

Phina has notified me that Bella is angry, and judging by the crying Gamma's mate and the embarrassed guard I can feel, as well as the rant Bella is having on the phone you hold, she has some bad news. King Elliot assumed to his cousin who held no surprise at his words. His senses were enhanced to protect his mate and pup now, he probably heard the entire conversation between the guard and the Gamma.

It involves Raven, an injured human, media and a lot of police patrol officers. Jackson summed up as he heard Bella's rant die down.

This is going to be another sleepless night, isn't it Jackson?

I'm sorry Elliot, it is.

Come in.

The guards of the Royal resting room moved a step away from the door and Jackson knocked briefly twice before entering. When he entered the chamber and saw the King and Queen resting on the bed with the little white bundle in their arms... his heart clenched.

He hadn't spoken to anyone about what had been on his mind for the past few months; Gail wanted a pup. While everything in him was begging for a family with his beloved mate, a part of him suggested he should wait. His gut instinct doesn't appear often, but when it came that day Gail asked the big question, he listened. It wasn't wise to piss off Gail but he believed something or someone was telling him to wait for a reason – and Raven's situation was what Jackson believed it was.

Jackson nodded towards the three of them but didn't move towards the bed at all. He didn't want to aggravate Lady Seraphina; she was very tense at the fact he was even in the chamber. The Royal Head of Security was silent as he put Bella on speaker.

"AND I SWEAR JACKSON I WILL TELL EVERYONE ABOUT THAT ONE TIME YOU WORE A PINK TU-TU TO STOP GAIL CRYING BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT- "

"Bella! You're on speaker." Jackson quickly interrupted with a slight twitch of his little finger, something Gail pointed out that he does when he gets agitated, and looked up at his cousin. Elliot was frowning at Bella's words but Jackson gave him a look to save it for later. The great Jackson O'Hara, the spy who saved Lady Seraphina and was one of the best security details in wolf history, was embarrassed.

A pause. "It better be to Silver or I swear this conversation will delve a whole lot deeper into-"

"Sister." Lady Seraphina interrupted with a slight smirk but her forehead was creased with stress. Celeste lay snuggled against her mother with a small smile on her wrinkly, chubby face, and while Lady Seraphina should be happy about the arrival of her daughter, she knew that what news Jackson and Bella brought would press pause on her emotions.

"Silver." Bella immediately calmed. "It's bad."

"How?"

"Detective Rebekah Morgan said to give her condolences for interrupting your happiness with this bad news, her words exactly, but this cannot wait." The Alpha quoted.

But the King and Queen frowned at the words but the Priestess seemed to lean back against the headboard... she had her suspicions.

"It's Raven, isn't it?" She whispered, and Bella barely picked up the words over the phone.

"Yes... and it's very bad."

King Elliot shivered as the wind seemed to pick up at the declaration. The large floor to ceiling windows, ones that had been smashed during Celeste's birth, hadn't been replaced yet and were letting in gentle strokes of wind. Now, it was stirring as though something terrible was about to occur. Leaves spun on the winds fingers as the pace quickened and breeze froze.

Buchannan also spun something on his fingers. A large blade of glistening moonstone with a silver designed hilt. He was staring up at the moon with devilish green eyes and knew that the Moon Goddess had spotted him. Her large grey eyes were locked onto him and what he held; when he felt the wind pick up he knew he was brushing against her wrath. A part of him knew he should fear her, fear her anger, but the larger and more evil part clutched the dagger tighter – poised to put into someone's heart.

One person, in particular.

Buchannan Blood stood outside a camouflaged tent with some of his most trusted men around him. They carried crates of smoky red bottles – they'd been frozen for over seventeen years and he knew he'd need them someday. Now, he had them. The Master of the Vampires licked his lips at the thought of the bottles, but the dagger in his hand seemed to glisten in an attempt to have his attention. Buchannan stared at the dagger. He held it up to the sky and watched the stars bounce off the opaque blade.

The Ray of the Moon...

In every sense of its name, it was. It's moonstone knife and deadly silver hilt was enough to kill the Lady of the Wolves. He was going to cut out her heart just as he cut out his.

Buchannan lowered the dagger, staring what lay beyond it, unveiling the view in front of him.

The Royal Castle; the home of his immortal enemy.

Lady Seraphina Maude Moon, the Queen of the Wolves and Priestess of the Moon.

Even from here, Buchannan could hear her treasured heartbeat... His lips quivered into the smile of a merciless soldier going in for the kill.

He took a step forward.