FreyLogan booked the motel for another night before we left the premises to search for any of my existing relatives. He hurried down the stairs, taking them two at a time, to meet Shannon, Denzel, and me standing in the middle of the compound. “Morning.” He said to us as he couldn't help but notice the surrounding despair. We hadn't resolved our problems last night as they didn't want to talk to me.“Morning, sweetheart.” I said as I laid a kiss on his cheek.“I did a locator spell with Frey’s blood, and it should be able to lead us to his doorstep.” Shannon informed him. Witches could do locator spells with the blood of a relative, something that belonged to that person: their bones, hair or paw or footprints.“Come on, let's get to the car. I'm driving.” Denzel said. Logan tossed him the keys as we traipsed to the vehicle which was parked adjacent to the motel. We got into the seats, and Denzel brought the engine to life, exiting the premises with hands clutched around the steering
Shannon It was supposed to be a normal night out where we'd hunt for food. But tonight my father died. We had a friend in the pack that helped us with the little he had once in a while, and my father and I were returning from the run when we ran into the ruthless Alpha and his heir, Logan. My father hid me behind the trees and cast a barrier spell to prevent the wolves from going after me if anything happened to him. I peeped at them through the cluster of trees. Hands and knees crouched on the ground as I observed their movements. I couldn't hear what they said. My father was prepared to defend himself from those ruthless creatures, as they wouldn't let him go easily. They sent us away for years and discovering us in their territory wouldn't bode well for our lives. My father turned on his heels and was marching toward the tree line. He let him go. I can't believe he did. My sigh of relief turned into a muffled shriek when Logan sped toward him at unnatural speed and slammed his ex
TylerI hadn't talked to Keaton since Logan left, as he had been preoccupied with handling the pack territory. The rest of the wolf bloods were out on the training grounds with Gamma Alex, and we had the day to ourselves. When I mean we, I meant Keaton and I. He had promised to see me today at the gym, so we could both talk about how I was healing from Jax's heartbreak. I walked into the gym and saw Keaton thrusting his fists into the punch bag. “Take it easy there, mate. We won't be striking each other today.” I said to him. He was shirtless and dripping with sweat when he turned to me, looking delectable. Why was I always thinking about him that way? My eyes didn't give my thoughts away, right?He must have been doing some push up and pull up exercises asides the bag punching before I arrived. He dried his body with a towel and walked toward me with a concerned expression.“What is it?” He asked, but I couldn't look at him.“It’s nothing, I'm fine,” Damn it, moon goddess, he must ha
FreyMaybe if I had just thought about it for a damn second. Maybe if I had accepted that bond that I felt with him, perhaps I would have let him live.But I didn't.I wiped off the tears brimming down my cheeks, and rose to my feet, making a beeline to the house’s entrance. My thoughts were all over the place until…I heard Denzel’s screams.I hurried toward the commotion’s source, discovering that he was at the mercy of grotesque creatures. Narrowing my gaze to the top of the building, the gargoyles were no longer there. This was when I acknowledged the dark magic that sang in the air. My power emerged from me but it entangled with the dark weaves. I stepped backward, struggling to set both powers apart, but I was failing.If I stood there trying to separate them, Denzel would end up dead. I pulled the aura of magic and as the beastly creatures shrieked and growled at me. My power dispersed through the entire premises, turning the gargoyles immobile. I snapped my finger, and they exp
LoganA fate worse than death.She was right.I'm trapped in an endless void of pain. I remembered how the dagger pierced into my chest, resurrecting the most painful memories of my life. The past I thought I had escaped.I saw the door looming ahead in the distance, and I hurried toward it, out of breath, inclined for survival as I reached my escape point. A smile appeared on my lips when I was about to grab the door handle, but a piercing scream emerged from the darkness. I succumbed to my knees, shielding my ears with my palms as blood dribbled from my eyes. “Please, please, stop. I can't do this anymore.” I screamed and luckily it did.I was safe.That was what I thought until I opened my eyes.I recognized the place where I knelt to be the pack house, twenty-two years ago, the night my mother died. “No, no, no,” I shook my head in denial as I marched backward. “No. This can't be.” I backtracked, but I couldn't escape this or the truth, no matter how hard I tried to.Hounds had inv
FreyI finished breakfast with the family and summoned the witches to the pack house, where they would try to decipher how to save Logan. I had taken my time to explain the turn of events on our expedition to Agatha. The witches weren't working alone. All hands were on deck to save the Alpha. We’d been working since we returned from River Ash. It was nearing dusk, and we were still at it. “Did you find anything from the books?” I paced the room with my grimoire clutched to my palms.“No, no. But we can try pulling out the dagger, can't we?” Greta suggested.“She forged it with dark magic. We don't practice that kind of magic.”“I’ll do anything to save him, Agatha.” I uttered with desperation in my voice.“You can't! You're pregnant. It might affect your babies.” Agatha hollered.“I don't care, Agatha! I have to save him. He's dying. He's in pain. I can feel it over and over through the mate bond! I can't let him suffer!”“You should get some rest, Frey, and maybe have some dinner. It’
LoganA strained breath escaped my lips. I collided into the tarred road when an arrow pierced through my shoulder. I glimpsed the woman, who was sashaying toward me with a crossbow clutched to her grip. I moved backward and repossessed my stance, stumbling down again before regaining my balance. I had been out here for the past two days hunted by the woman I loved. Or this evil version of her.Lost.Broken and unable to find a place of refuge for myself.“Frey, you need to stop this.” I tried to reason with her, but she released another arrow. This time, I caught it and tossed it on the ground. I didn't want to fight her because I didn't know what this meant in the real world. If there was a connection between us and Shannon's twisted game. Because I was aware that if I died here, I might die in the real world.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't know when Frey drove a dagger into my belly. I groaned as black blood spread down my shirt, and I looked at the woman standing right
LoganHer scent, mint and honey, wasn't new to me. But for someone who didn't know where he was, who he was, this woman right here was driving me crazy. Her beautiful eyes, her smile, the feel of her embrace, everything about her felt heavenly and pure.I caressed her cheeks, held her up, zooming into those magnificent blue eyes.I didn't want to let her go.I desired to cage her in my embrace and hold her forever.“That is our mate, you fucker.”I heard a voice in my head and I withdrew in fear, losing my balance and falling ass flat on the floor. This voice emerged after I had told the woman in front of me I didn't know her. “Logan, you don't remember me?” She queried. I regained my stance with a conflicted expression. She stepped toward me, and I backtracked in fright.“Careful, else you'll fall again.” She giggled with an amused look.“You’re pregnant. I should be worried about you.” The concerned expression on my face hadn't faded.“Our pups.” She muttered and leveled her gaze at