Peace between the packs is in jeopardy, a wicked man raises to power and threatens the balance of order. Isabella, a young artist and a former orphan seeks for her future, whichever it may be. But she isn’t certain of what road to take, there was still something missing, nor does she know what is in her blood. All she is certain of, is that the forest calls to her. That somewhere in its expanse. She can finally find answers. The Northern pack, once closest friends and allies of the Easterners, seeks the truth of the mysterious death of the Eastern Alpha. Major, soldier and the third in command of the Northern Pack. Tasked to find the true chosen mate of Alpha Lawrence, and possibly the true heir of the pack. The trail was cold, but he was the best of the trackers in the four kingdoms. He will find them, he has to. The fates work in mysterious ways, he finds her in the most surprising circumstance. Just in the nick of time to save her life, and quite possibly loosing his heart in the process. But she was a human. ➳ ➳ ➳ -originally written the summer of 2014, and completed early 2018. He Who Holds the Crown © 2021, BellewithaJ | Mary Jobbele

There's this concept that when you start falling for someone, you have this filter on you. That irritating thing that keeps you from seeing the obvious red flags that you keep ignoring, because you're in that cloud of "falling in love" And me? I have such thick lenses that I can be considered blind, the filter in my eyes is so goddamn distorted that you might think that its f*****g photoshopped. It's like going out on a very sunny morning, without a cloud in the sky and you're wearing your prettiest dress. You look very flawless and your eyeliner is on fleek. So, you thought to yourself. 'It's going to be a great day' Well sorry to break it to you But it rained Hard!... And you don't have anything to block you from the painful water drops from the sky, because you're the idiot that didn't check the weather report this morning. Now you learned that you should always bring your umbrella, use your raincoat and boots. And you made it a habit. And sometimes you just don't try anymore, and just hole yourself up in your house. But there is just that one thing that you shouldn't forget. There is always sunny days, you just have to take a chance again. This is the story Quincee. A story of finding oneself and what love truly is. ➳ ➳ ➳ (Based on true events) The Filter Theory © 2021, Mary Jobbele

As the rain was pouring down on them, the mother tightly held her newly born daughter to her dying body, the only thought on her mind is to get her to safety. The child cries in her cocoon of a blanket, getting soaked by the rain. Barely taking a step as she felt her last moments, placing the child down, to the border of the other pack she weeps to herself as she gazes to the face of her daughter. "I love you my sweet angel, always remember that" she whispers to her, as the child looks at her with her white eyes as she slowly succumbed into the darkness

Bonus Chapters for the book "Queen Athena" * if you haven't, please read the book "Queen Athena" before reading this one. This book is about the lives and what happens to the characters after Chapter 60. *