Proximodistal

Pain obliterates fear.

Amber Santiago is the youngest and the only pack warrior who’s survived the annihilation of the Great Santiago Clan twelve years ago, and the West Crescent Pack is now under the command of a new Alpha who’s taken her under his wing due to her tragic past.

Every year, the Werewolf King officiates an event—one that urges everyone to show how capable they are; a battle where strength, willpower, and mental toughness are being measured methodically. Amber plans to join the match as she enters the age of legality.

The task is simple.

Execute the person who’s named on the letter, and the Werewolf King will grant one of your wishes.

There’s no need to feel remorse because all of the listed names are death-row prisoners—criminals who have committed heinous crimes in their lives. The only catch is, both fighters won’t be given a handicap.

If you lose, you die.

Will Amber succeed on her way up? If she does, what could be her wish?

The Flower that Blooms in the Moonlight

"Where have you been?" Salt had his arms crossed as he started to reprimand his twin sister.

Their food had already gone cold as he and Lukas sat and waited patiently for the two girls. "A little heads-up won't hurt, you know?" He clicked his tongue when he met gazes with Amber. He was irritated. "Did you run into trouble?"

Because that was the only explanation he could think of.

The Amber and Pepper that he knew were both responsible—though his view of Amber about that often changed from time to time.

Pepper huffed, then rolled her eyes. The boys had already laid a blanket on the ground. Their lunch was already neatly placed on it as well. The Luna would be gone for a couple of weeks, and she wanted to cook one more time for them before she left.

Pepper instantly salivated when she caught a whiff of lamb meat. The Luna liked experimenting with food, but the meals that she served had always tasted good.

Chapter 39