Hunter eyed the people in the room until he found Scott. He motioned for his mates dad to come over as he sunk further away from the crowd.

"Is everything okay?" Scott asked. The question felt a little useless considering what was going on.

"Grace is back." Hunter cut straight to the point of the issue.

The colour drained from Scott's cheeks. "Grace as in-"

"Jay and Will's mum, and your ex-wife, yes," Hunter whispered, running a hand through his hair, wondering what else could add to their list of troubles.

"Is she with Jacota?" Scott felt like he had rubber bones, and his muscles struggled to stay attached. His legs screamed at him to sit down.

"She was. Jay has gone after Bren now. I don't know what happened between them, but I can feel he's struggling to contain it all. I know he has been getting better over the years but this is far too overwhelming. Even for me. I can't imagine being Jacota right now. He's expected to fix all of this, keep the werewolves in charge, and keep the God's happy."

"If you're calm, he'll find peace through you, okay?" Scott said, squeezing Hunter's shoulder despite his own body tensing up. "We'll look after the werewolves and everything else. The only thing Jacota needs to do is get the God's together and mend the tear."

"Easier said than done," Hunter muttered, half distracted by Margo walking over to Sam.

"How're you holding up?" Margo asked, feeling Sam's awkwardness like a slap to her face.

"I'm n-not really sure." The beta wolf turned and entered the garden without even looking at her once.

Hunter watched his mother's face crumble into a million pieces, and his heart shattered into more.

"Is something going on here? You don't have to tell me, but it looks pretty severe," Scott said, looking from Hunter, to his parents, to Sam, who found William on a bench and buried his face into his shoulder.

"It's better if you don't ask right now." Hunter crossed his arms and forced his eyes away from his mother. His father looked just as broken. "Do you know anything about the God of wisdom and where she'd be?"

Scott looked down at his hands and took a moment to answer. "The God of wisdom has been my best friend for many, many years. She helped me through the worst years of my life. If she has been in hiding, know it's for a good reason." Scott turned and moved away before he could ask more.

Hunter wasn't sure if Scott knew more than what he was admitting, but if Scott kept secrets, it was also for a good reason.

"Kaiden," Milokan said, tugging on the bottom of the demon's black denim jacket. "I feel like there is more we should be doing."

"Me too." Kaiden's eyes stalked around the werewolves crowding the field, the raging black hole, and the worried faces in the kitchen. "Where's that lightning God?"

"I'm not sure." Milokan pulled on his demon's hand, guiding him towards Hunter who looked like he didn't want to talk. "Is there anything we can help with?"

Hunter looked down and thought that the angel wore a painfully optimistic smile. "Not really. Unless you know where the God of wisdom has been hiding all this time?" As Hunter looked back up, Flora and Alfred entered the kitchen, not looking as cheerful as they usually did, but Hunter needed their words of wisdom in a time of so much turmoil. "Nana!" He rushed to her side and hugged her before she took her arm from Alfreds.

"My handsome grandson," Flora beamed, squeezing him back.

"Hey pops." Hunter hugged Alfred, feeling a little better. What he really needed was his parents' comfort, but they were crossed off his list for a while.

"It's certainly busy in here," Flora said as she clung onto Hunter's arm instead.

Hunter wondered if his grandparents knew about Sam being his twin. He wanted to talk about it, cry, argue, ask questions, but now was nor the time nor the place. Having a real brother was starting to eat away at Hunter the further he pushed it down. He hoped the tear would close soon, so he had a chance to talk to Sam about it, knowing it was on the Beta wolf's mind too.

"So, what's the situation with the tear?" Alfred asked.

"Jacota has gone to find Bren-"

"The God of fire," Flora sighed.

"Yeah, but he's not cooperating. He wants Jay to give over his leadership, and in return, he'll help close the tear because we need all the Gods and their mates. But it doesn't matter if Bren agrees; we're still one God short."

"The God of wisdom," Flora hummed, ignoring her husbands stare. "She'll be here to help, I'm sure of it."

Hunter was about to ask how she could be so sure, but gasps and cries erupted from outside. The werewolves were moving in a state of panic.

Everyone rushed to the windows, thinking the tear was expanding so much, it had started to affect their well-being.

Hunter's eyes scanned the sky. The tear was enormous, and so was the cracks, but it didn't look or feel any different- he then spotted something which made his stomach churn and his heart drop like he was on a rollercoaster.

Angels appeared at the edge of the field. As far as the eye could see, figures in white with huge stretched out wings glared in their direction. They looked furious.

"Jacota, the angels are here," Hunter thought as Milokan and Kaiden returned to his side.

"You should talk to them. You are Jacota's guardian," Milokan suggested, feeling Kaiden's hands tighten on his shoulders.

The werewolves in the field had separated themselves between the angels, forming a line to divide the two species. Most of them had never seen angels before, despite Jeronah living in their world for thousands of years.

"What would I say?" Hunter asked, stunned by how the angels felt mighty and dominant. If they had to fight, he wasn't so sure who would win.

"Tell them the truth. Angels don't appreciate liars."

"I don't think anyone does," Hunter mumbled and took a big breath. A rush of angst pressed on his heart. It thumped like it would break free from his chest. The werewolf turned and motioned for his pack to follow him. As scared as his pack members felt, they were loyal and followed right on Hunter's heels to show their support.

Sam got up from the bench and followed him too. They might be brothers, but they're still Alpha and Beta wolves who have roles to play, especially when Hunter needed his pack the most.

Wolves moved aside to allow the most formidable pack in the country to walk through them. Hunter's eyes were firmly on an angel who stood a step in front of all the rest. She looked very old, wore a knee-length white dress with a cream cardigan.

As Hunter neared the gap between the two supernatural beings, he saw how the angels were not only angry; they were devastated. Some still wiped tears away, unable to control their sorrow.

"Hunter Jones," the elder angel said. Her eyes flicked to his pack members, and her hard expression only stiffened. "Where is your soulmate?" Her lips barely moved, but the words sounded bold and loud.

"He's finding the rest of the Gods to help close the tear." Hundreds and hundreds of angels stood in front of him, though Hunter smelt nothing but the werewolves behind him. The angels carried no scent, which added to his uneasiness. "We can close it. We just need time."

"Do you think we have time to give?" The elder angel's eyes drilled through Hunter like she intended to rip out his soul. A storm materialised not only in the damaged sky but in her gaze. "Our home is dying as we speak. You get no second chance."

"But we can close the tear. We just need all of the Gods-"

"What if you do not find the rest? Then what would you suggest?"

"Are you here to fight? I don't see how that would make anything better." Hunter held his head high, refusing to feel belittled. "We don't want to fight. We want to help you."

"Hunter Jones, how could you possibly help us? Heaven is falling, and you are just a werewolf. I am sorry, but I see no way for you to fix this without the return of all the Gods." The elder angel turned, just as another woman stepped forwards. She had tears in her eyes too.

"Angelette, maybe we should give them a little bit of time to find the other Gods," the younger angel whispered. "We should not miss an opportunity to save our home."

Angelette turned back to Hunter, her mouth in a tight thin line. She could see the werewolf holding his breath, waiting for her response. "Very well," she said bluntly, not happy to give them a chance to fix their mistake. She wanted war. "You have one hour, not a second more."

Hunter took the opportunity to leave. Her presence made him nervous, and he didn't want to feel so panicked when an hour decided the fate of everyone on the field.

His pack worked to spread the news of a possible battle. If Jacota didn't return with Bren and the God of wisdom in sixty minutes, their lives were all in severe danger.

"Where are you Jacota? We need you and Bren here as soon as possible," Hunter thought, making his way through the garden and into the kitchen. He checked to see if Panuleon was awake, which he wasn't, and returned to Flora's side for guidance. "We're not strong enough to fight the angels. What do we do if we can't find all the Gods?"

Flora started rolling up the sleeves of her polka-dot jumper. "Come with me," she soothed, holding her grandson's arm and taking him to a quiet corner of the kitchen. "I know where you can find the God of wisdom."

"What! Where?"

"Keep your voice down." Flora glanced around, but nobody was paying them much attention. "Do you remember in the Enchiridion when it says Gods only see each other when it matters? Gods can be in the same room as each other and not even know they're with a God."

"So..." Hunter scratched the back of his head before his gaze turned intense. "You're saying the God of wisdom is here?"

"In this very room." Flora smiled, searching his eyes. The other Gods were standing by the back door, discussing fighting strategies. There was no God of wisdom with them.

Hunter's silver eyes darted from one person to the next like he expected a big arrow sign above their head. "Well, who is it?"