As the plane landed in Mina's airport, I let out a sigh of relief, yet mixed with anxiety. The memories of my painful past came flooding in at a rush. I looked at the men that I have led to Mina, not with confidence anymore but with anxiety.

“Luna, are you alright?” Festus, my closest friend, asked.

“How can I be alright? I just returned to my hometown, where I witnessed my parents being murdered. I responded with a shaking voice mixed with emotion.

The memories that I have battled to forget for the past eight years came thrilling. The image of Alpha Maxwell holding a knife and being soaked in my mother's pool of blood kept on appearing.

“Once we complete this mission, you will finally be free from your past," Festus responded, holding my hand in his bid to support me emotionally.

As we all stepped down from the plane at the airport, I felt the native breeze of Mina—my home that the enemies had chased me from. I reached out to my phone in my pocket and dialed the number that my uncle, Derek, had given me.

“Hello, this is Kira Eddison." “Oh my god! Good afternoon, Luna, the man responded. “We have arrived at the airport; come get us now," I instructed.

Before he could respond, I hung up the call because too much anger was boiling inside of me and I do not have the patience for excessive conversation with a stranger.

After what seemed like 15 minutes, a limousine car drove down to where we were. A good-looking young man dressed in suits came out of it and walked towards us.

“Oh my god! Kira, you are such a grown woman now,” he stated.

“Yes, I am," I responded with a prideful voice because I didn't like the elegance at which he walked and spoke.

Before he could utter another word, I ordered him, "Open the car and take us out of here."

He did open the vehicle for me and Festus and told the others to come in another vehicle.

As we journeyed to his home, I felt the urge to know about my home and my enemies.

“Where are the others?” I asked the guy who responded, asking, “What others are you talking about?" He responded.

"I meant the members of the Silver Blade Pack that survived the attack eight years ago,” I responded, raising my voice a little bit.

"Relax, Kira. I know you have a lot going through your mind, but be gentle with him,” Festus told me. I realized I was unnecessary hyper. “I am sorry; I am just being influenced by the pressure from the memories of the past," I told him.

“I understand your situation. By the way, I am Greg, and to answer your question, there is no Silver Blade Pack anymore; the survival has been integrated into the Dark Blade Pack," he responded.

He drove us into his mansion, where we lodged that day. All through the past eight years, only one face had disturbed me all night, and that night, it became worse. It was the face of Alpha Maxwell, the man who killed my parents and wiped out my pack.

The next morning, I engaged Greg in a lengthy conversation, trying to know every single detail about Maxwell, including his routines. He gave me all the answers that I needed, and I was able to draft my perfect plan.

“How difficult do you think it will be to kill him?” I asked Greg.

“If it won't be difficult, your uncle would have done that himself many years ago instead of running away and taking time to plan it all out," he responded sarcastically.

He seemed more free with me than I was free with him. You can't blame me; I had only known him for a day. 

“How strong is he in combat?” I further asked. “He is the strongest werewolf I have ever seen," he responded.

That same morning, I also had the urge to visit my formal packhouse, where I grew up until my parents were killed. I could barely know my way around Mina.

”Could you please take me to the then Silver Blade Pack house?” I requested Greg. "Sure, but I would advise you to maintain a low profile," Greg responded.

I knew Greg had a point, but I was also sure that none of them would be able to recognize me because of the face surgery I had undergone seven years ago. “Don't worry about that; I will do just fine.”.

Greg took me to the abandoned Silver Blade packhouse. I walked through the woods, recalling the old memories. The ancient forest was baptized with quietness, and the leaves were rustling and soaring in the air.

“Is everything okay with you?” Greg, who noticed the look on my face, asked.

With my fist clinched and streaming cheeks, I responded, “This is where the bastard killed my parents; how can I be alright here?" He placed his hands around my shoulders and parted my back.

“Take me to Dark Blade Packhouse; I need to see the face of that murderer," I instructed Greg, who drove me to Darkblade.

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I approached the Dark Blade Pack's house. I couldn't see Maxwell, but I saw the notice they posted that domestic help was needed in the packhouse. I stared at the notice for a while, and Greg, who noticed it, stated,

“Don't tell me you are thinking about it.”

“How else do you advise I kill the strongest Werewolf you have ever seen?" I responded.

His eyes fell down as well as his head. “I thought as much," I stated.

We returned to Greg's apartment in Silverblade, where I met with the boys and told them about my plans.

“I will be going in as their maid," I told them.

Silence fell on the table as all gazes turned on me.

“Why would you do that?” Festus, my friend, asked.

“From what I gathered, he is a strong wolf. It will be easier to take him out while in his house. Besides, that way he can die without starting a war," I responded.

“But that will also mean putting your own life at risk. Have you thought of what will happen if you are discovered? Kelly stated.

At the statement, fear ran through my spine because I was yet to think of the other side of the coin.

“You are one of the best assassins in the world. No matter how careful and strong this man is, we will figure out a way to kill him without you going inside," Festus added.

"I understand you all are making sense, but my mission in Mina isn't just to kill him. It is to make him suffer before he dies. I want to take everything and everyone he ever loves from him, one after the other and bit by bit, and make him suffer just as he had made me suffer for these past years, and that will be best achieved on the inside.

“Your uncle had given me all these resources to manage because he knew one day you would return to Mina to avenge your parents, and you would need the resources to do that. But here you are thinking you could best achieve these things by being a domestic maid to Maxwell, your equal," Gregory commented with a rebellious voice.

He then stood up and walked out of the table.

“Guys, I know my decision is a tough one, but I made it, and I will need you all to align to plan," I told them.

"What do you want us to do?” Kelly asked. “I will give you all the routines of those I want you to eliminate; I need you to do it smoothly," I responded.

The following morning, I woke up very early and put on a simple dress because I needed to return to Darkblade to secure the spot before someone else gets it. I pleaded with Festus, who drove me down to Darkblade.

“Stop here," I told him. He turned to me with a surprised look. “Why? Are you no longer going to the Alpha's house anymore?" he responded.

“Yes, but if you were to drive me into the Packhouse with this luxurious car, how would they believe that I am poor and in need of the job?" I asked.

“Oh! I didn't avert my mind to that," he stated.

I alighted the car at a reasonable distance. “Wish me luck, man," I told Festus, who only responded with a smile.

I walked down to the packhouse, which took me 15 minutes of trekking. I knocked on the gate, which was opened by some security men.

“Hey! I am Ariana Cluckson, I told them.

"Hey Ariana, what can we do for you?” They asked.

“I am here to apply for the position of the domestic maid," I responded.

“Lucky you. Today is the interview. Please come in and join others,” the security man responded.

I crossed through the other three different gates, where I was checked before entering. On getting to the living room, I met a host of women and girls who also came for the interview. 

The living room was luxuriously built and furnished, but what caught my attention was a picture of Maxwell and an older woman who I presume to be his mother. The sight of them smiling ached my heart as it was a painful reminder of what Maxwell had taken from me.

Just as I was still nursing my bitterness in my heart, I heard a voice saying, “You are all welcome, ladies; I am most grateful."

The voice sounded familiar to me; therefore, I raised my head as quick as I could. She also looked familiar; it took me a while before I could figure out that she was the lady in the picture with Maxwell.

“I hope you are all aware that we will be hiring only five staff." She added.

“Yes, mam," they all answered in chorus.

“You all will be invited one after the other for your interview," she added.

“Who is that?” I asked the lady beside me. “She is the Alpha's mother," she responded.

“Just as she had told us, we were called one after the other until it got to my turn. I went to the office where she interviewed us. “Ariana Cluckson”, your surname doesn't sound familiar; where are you from?" she asked.

I felt a sharp knock on my bones because I didn't prepare myself. I guess I was too focused on killing Maxwell that I forgot to prep myself.