Over two weeks had gone by since I first came to the Ashwood pack.And things were going… pretty good, to be honest.There hadn’t been any major incidents since my arrival and, though there were certainly still a lot of adjustments yet to be made, I was settling in quite nicely. I was learning more every day and even had a routine now. Sort of.Most of my mornings were spent reading or exploring; though the latter entailed an escort after what happened in the town square. I’d also found a library inside the packhouse that helped educate me a little more, albeit there were still a lot of gaps in my knowledge. But I was getting better. Slowly. And I was getting healthier too. In fact, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d felt a wave of real nausea. My head was finally starting to feel… clear.And as for Kieran…? Well… things between us couldn’t be better. Every day we had grown closer, discovering new things about the other. And when we weren’t shacked up in bed, we were usually o
…I couldn’t believe I was actually thinking of doing this. Again. I should have already learnt my lesson by now… no, I really shouldn’t be trying to make it stronger. I already knew how dangerous that side of me was. And yet Kieran looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, making it feel impossible to deny him. …So here I was. Contemplating doing the very thing I was sure would make him happier than it would make me. I knew he wanted me to be completely healthy again, to be able to do the things he could do, to try and… fix me. Which wasn’t a bad thing, per se. It was great. It’s just… I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that yet. This wasn’t like asking me something trivial. He was asking me to connect with a beast who had terrorised me for years. A shiver went through me as I recalled every time it had happened, remembering the blood and bodies. Remembering… the pain. Not even Kieran had been safe last time, it having lashed out at him as well. “I’ll be right here with you, I promi
“…Never mind. I’ve got to go,” I said quietly into the phone.“Rae, wait. What’s—.”But I hung up before Zac could finish his sentence.Sterling’s eyes looked from my face… to where I held the phone in my hands, and slowly clicked his tongue in disapproval.“That would be a cellular device, I assume?” he asked, gradually approaching. “Are you aware that it’s quite a serious offence to use that here? A crime punishable by permanent banishment from the pack… or worse.”I swallowed back the bile in my throat, feeling sick from just looking at Sterling. And yet he had the audacity to threaten me. I wasn’t the one who’d been selling illegal drugs for years.“I know it was you,” I said. “I know you were the one selling the suppressors to my father.”And his approach then came to a stop, his head nodding in understanding.“Ah… I see,” he said. “Then I suppose you’ll be wanting an explanation? A reason for why I did what I did? Maybe then you’ll be able to see this from my perspective. How… I
*CRACK* …Another finger joint. The third now in under five minutes, him still refusing to answer me. Truthfully, I was a little surprised he was holding out for as long as he was. He was still determined to resist my questioning and refused to cooperate. Was this really the hill he wanted to die on? After everything he’d been working so hard on for at least a decade? “You know… I’ve been doing a lot of research lately,” I said. “Thanks to you, my health has become a point of focus for me and I’ve actually learnt a lot about our kind’s anatomy.” And I grabbed another finger, pressing it tightly in a way that conveyed the threat. Just hard enough for a pathetic whimper to leave him. “Like for example… did you know that our joints heal faster than all other injuries?” I asked. “Faster than cuts, gashes… faster than even bones breaking? It’s something to do with how our joints relate to our ability to shift. They naturally have to heal quicker in order to compensate for that.” *CRACK
The time that elapsed after Sterling’s death was intense. Both internally and externally. Because the longer that went by, the more I began to wonder what the full implications of my actions would be. Already, my reputation in town had been dubious, being attacked once before for being a ‘Rogue Luna’. So just what would happen this time when word got out that I’d killed the Alpha’s brother? I could hear Kieran saying something in a hushed voice from outside the room, leaving me to stare at the motionless corpse that may very well be my undoing. It seemed almost poetic that Sterling would find another way to potentially ruin my life, now from beyond the grave. Though I couldn’t blame him for dying. That had been entirely my doing. In that moment, it had felt as if everything overwhelmed me all at once, vividly imagining what he would be capable of doing should he have been allowed to live. And though morally that wasn’t my decision to make, I couldn’t help but wonder what my life wo
“Two packs aligned under her rule,” Allison continued. “An accumulation of two Alphas, the Saintess and a Luna. Each one more monstrous than the last. A collection that broke our sacred traditions, and dealt with those who would not join them via irrefutable orders… and death.” She then pointed to another painting of four people; the Saintess with her silver hair and violet eyes, and a fearsome-looking male next to her with black hair and green eyes. Then a male with dark brown hair and molten gold eyes… and a girl who seemed depicted as an angel with shadow-like wings. Her brunette hair willowed in the wind as her eyes shone like sapphires. “Their spawn continued their legacy, but it wasn’t until the Saintess’ death that a revolution was finally able to begin. A revolt against their rule and one to reinstate the ways of old. A war that lasted nearly fifty years. The Great Silver War.” “…Was this the same war that the suppressors were designed for?” I asked. She looked at me in sur
!!!AUTHOR NOTE: Apologies again for the recent issues with Chapter #33, the one where Ch# 32 and #33 were published within it. This should now be fixed so, if you still haven't done so already, please double-check you've read Chapter #33 before reading this #34 here.For those who already unlocked the chapter, you may need to 'sign out' and sign back into your GoodNovel account (or, if that doesn't work, "Clear Cache") for your local phone copy to be updated. Both of these options are found in the app's 'Profile' tab -> "Settings". However, keep in mind that Chapter #33 IS THERE, but you just needed to scroll down in order to read it. People unlocking it new from now on should only see the one chapter; #33. Really sorry again that it happened. I was rushing to publish it that day and then I didn't have the power to edit it once published. Unfortunately, GoodNovel don't work on weekends either. Thanks to everyone who commented to bring it to my attention. I'll do my best to ensure thi
“My name is Rheyna…,” I said. “Rheyna Knight.”How strange to say it after all this time. It wasn’t something I felt all that connected to nor had any particular fond memories of. It was simply the only thing I could recall when the orphanage had asked me who I was. Just my name and nothing else. Not even my parents.“Allison?” I asked when she still hadn’t spoken.Something about the whole situation seemed off. The alarms in my head were still screaming at me to run… and yet I did my best to keep ignoring it.Only… Allison now hadn’t moved. Almost as if she were frozen in place.“Allison? Did you hear me?” I asked. “Aren’t you… aren’t you going to check your book?”But with her eyes cast down, her lips started to whisper something very quickly that I couldn’t hear.“…Allison? What are you….”And it was as I took a step towards her that her eyes then suddenly snapped upwards, staring at me with an expression that took me aback. A hatred within them unlike anything I had ever seen.“…A