Novel-novel oleh Erica Owen

Alex POVThe moon was blood red as I raced through the hospital halls. My wolf senses had already confirmed what the doctor’s call would tell me — Aretha was fading fast. I could tell right away she wouldn’t be there in the morning.Her smell had changed — the surest sign of a werewolf’s curtain call. The disease had ravaged her once-mighty body, and her wolf spirit was hanging on by the slightest of threads. My Alpha instincts roared against this enemy I couldn’t conquer as I stalked to her bedside.I knelt and touched her face. Her eyes, abruptly, popped open, as bright as day.“I love you, Alex, my Alpha,” she whispered, the mate-bond between us thrummed one last time.And then it happened — her eyes closed as the bond broke with a psychic agony that almost brought me to my knees. Her wolf had gone home to the Moon Goddess."No!" I growled, my cry guttural as I held her form. "You can't leave the pack. You can't leave me." My wolf scratched under my skin, wanting out to howl its mi

Alex POVMy phone buzzed on my nightstand, shattering the rare stillness of the room. Beside me, Aretha rested peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm I hadn’t seen in weeks. The silver light of the full moon slanted through the curtained window, turning her pale skin an eerie glow.After I was sure she wouldn’t wake, I crawled out from under the furs and tiptoed lightly across the hardwood to junior’s bedroom. I picked up, the wolf inside me bristling at the intrusion.Speak,” I said, my voice intentionally low."Alpha Moore?" The voice that came over the line was clinical, detached. "This is Dr. Rogers."I recognized the man—a beta from a nearby pack with a medical expertise in species of all kinds. Not one of my pack, but he knew our kind’s peculiar physiology.“I’ve got news about your pack member—the female brought in after the territorial dispute.I willed the phone, her not my pack just the fucking phone. "What's her condition?"The doctor hesitated. "Critic

Alex's POVI stretched in the back of my Lincoln Navigator, exhaustion clinging to my bones, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Even in human form, my senses remained heightened, pulsing with an eerie intensity as the full moon loomed closer. I tried to catch some sleep, just ten minutes—ten minutes was all I needed to keep going.But as soon as my eyes shut, the visions came.Aretha.My mate. My soulmate. My everything.Suffering.She writhed in bed, her body curled into itself, clutching her belly as though she could physically tear away the pain. Low, wolf-like moans escaped her lips, the sound slicing through my soul like a silver blade. Her fever had spiked beyond werewolf standards, her skin burning to the touch, despite the healer's strongest medicines. She could barely speak, barely breathe, and there was nothing—absolutely nothing—I could do to save her.I had sat by her bedside all night, watching helplessly as she trembled, her body failing her. The healer whispered the trut

Zero’s POVThe howling wouldn’t stop. It was like a silver bullet through a werewolf’s heart—a strike so deep it carved into my psyche. The sound clawed at my sensitive ears, even as I rolled to the far side of my den. I pressed my palms against them, pushing so hard I almost ruptured my augmented eardrums."Ughhh! Stop that infernal noise!"Miraculously, the sound cut off, and I could breathe again. Just as I was about to drift back into slumber, the haunting howl rose again—louder, more urgent this time, like a phantom screaming for salvation.“Will you turn off that moon alarm for me, please? It's disrupting my rest."I opened my eyes to see Chito beside my bed, his fur-flecked hair in a wild disarray, his eyes bloodshot and heavy from lack of sleep.Sympathy surged through me. My beta brother clearly hadn’t slept since his last shift, and I was only making things worse. I reached across and turned off the lunar phase tracker on my nightstand.“Sorry, little wolf. I thought I was l

Zero POVI could smell it before I had even shoved my way through the swing doors — not just liquor, but a symphony of human emotions, of sweat and fear. My new heightened senses made The Den a sensory overload, yet it was just the sort of hunting ground I was used to.I stopped, surveying my turf. All the mammal life was just sitting there in the chairs and dancing and didn’t know that there was a predator among them. Some chatted in their blissful ignorance, while others swayed to the pulsing beats from the live band on stage.The bar existed in a different dimension. Men in stools crowded around it, laughing and squabbling over alcohol like animals fighting over the last bones of meat. They drank whiskey and beer with the desperation of the dying.A field of battle with liquor as a prize. No survivors necessary.My lips turned in a smile that showed the tip of a fang. Stampede night — always the night to blend in. Every stool around the bar was occupied, but I needed to get close t