Chapter Forty-sevenJenna's POVThe hurricane roars harder, a monstrous wall of wind and dust that obliterates everything in its path. The humans have begun to flee the natural disaster, their weapons discarded. I look wildly around as everyone continues to scamper towards safer grounds. The whirlwind appears targeted at the humans, whipping them in its terrifying churn, their bodies twisting and turning abnormally in the angry cone of dust and debris. That is when I catch sight of the wolf again, the one who appears to be the instigator of this strange magic. The furious wolf stands tall, still the largest I have ever seen, with its fur fluttering against the wind. As if the wolf can sense my gaze, it turns and its eyes, like molten silver locks with mine, and a shudder goes through me at the almost unnatural sight. And suddenly, I became aware of who this is. Zephyr. Relief washes through me when he gives an almost imperceptible nod of recognition, and I break into a run toward
Chapter Forty EightJack's POV"We should," is my reply. Violet glances back at the trunda from which we had both exited, then turns her gaze back to me."They're preparing Adam's bath." When I'm with him, he cooperates better. Her eyes look deeply into mine, like she really wants me to understand, like she really hopes I do. "The little boy will be fine." "He's been through so much, Jack." Violet says in a shaky voice as she wraps her hands around herself, eyes filled with sorrow. "They took some of the children," she whispers, shutting her eyes, but two lone tears slip down her cheeks, and my heart cracks open at the obvious pain that she is going through. I had failed. I failed to protect the people that I had sworn to. The children, the lovely children, so little and innocent in their ways, without strength and fighting skill, had been rudely taken from their homes. Manhandled like they were adults. I ball my fist as rage surges in me. “I am going to kill every single one of
Chapter Forty NineJenna's POVZephyr does not say anything to me as we continue to make our way towards the castle, the silence between us isn't comfortable, but not overwhelmingly unbearable either. I wonder what is going on in his mind. I am also filled with questions about the attack—questions that I am well aware are too early to ask.“So, Veronica told you about us?” Zephyr is the first one to break the silence with a question that gives a pause. Had he been thinking about what I said? “Yes, she did.” I answer candidly. “What else did she reveal?” Zephyr's voice is brittle, but his face registers no emotion. “I don't think that's what we should be talking about right now. We have someone to find.”Zephyr does not say anything after that. We continue our journey until we arrive at the castle, where we find a few men waiting outside. As soon as they catch sight of Zephyr and me, they move towards us and bow their heads slightly to him. Zephyr regards them with an air of super
Chapter FiftyJack's POV My head spins at Violet's story, and I find it a little hard to wrap my head around all that she's told me. “So, your blood was what brought me back to life?” I ask, unable to keep the disbelief out of my tone. Violet shakes her head like she's disappointed at my unbelief. “You were not dead, Jack.”And then we both fall silent, each lost in thought. I think about the story, which I know to not be entirely bizarre. Papa told tales of how the women in earlier times had the power to heal, and this power only came upon them on rare occasions, like during the blood moon or very brutal wars where too many lives were lost. I had thought of the story as mere tales, told for entrainment. I had never believed that I would ever witness it happen, nor that it would happen to me. “The blood moon came in record time, and I am more than happy that it did, because that means that we still have you.” Violet's voice for the first time is tinged with relief and happiness.
Chapter OneJack's POV“Hades will freeze over before I accept an omega as my mate.” I growl, anger snaking through my veins as I regard the hapless-looking woman who stands before me, eyes downcast, arms wrapped around her midriff as if trying to ward off my wrath.For two whole years, I had waited to feel this connection and to find my mate. And I finally do so with Jenna? The young, naive girl who can hardly carry her weight?Was this the god's hilarious attempt at a sick joke?If word got out that my mate was a young omega who was still wet behind the ears, the pack was going to be an easy target for constant attacks. And I couldn't allow that.I couldn't accept Jenna as my mate. Not when there was a war going on. I needed a mate who would fight ruthlessly by my side to keep the pack.I look towards Jenna, the daughter of David Abbot, who was killed two seasons ago. David had been one of the strongest wolves in the pack, whose strength had waned the older he got.Why wasn't his da
Chapter TwoJenna's POV“I'm coming!” I yell out as I give my hair a final run-through with the wooden brush that had been a gift from my father.I brush my fingers over the engraving on the comb, remembering the evening Papa had called to me and handed me the beautiful comb.“I found it while I was hunting.” He'd mentioned it as I squealed in delight at the beautiful gift.Father was no more, and tonight wasn't the time to allow grief to ruin my day or for tears to cake my already washed face.I had a feast to attend, and I couldn't be late.“What's taking so long?” Elise asks, her voice tinged with impatience.I hurry through the doors of my trunda to find Elise waiting, foot tapping against the grass.“Sorry,” I apologize as we begin to make our way towards the path that would lead us to the alpha's abode, and my heart thrums with trepidation at what is to come.Memories of the conversation I had with the alpha from this morning flood me, and I shudder at the memory of those hazel
Chapter ThreeJack's POVWhen I scan the crowd again, I do not find Jenna anymore, with those bright green eyes that had been filled with so much trepidation and hope.Pain suddenly slams into me, and I stagger back, shocked at its intensity.Warm hands settles on my shoulders.“Are you alright?” Violent asks, eyes filled with concern and care.“I am alright.” I whisper, even though I am anything but. Violet doesn't look convinced, and those knowing eyes darken in suspicion.I take her hands in mine and drop a light kiss on her wrist, her pulse jumping at the first brush of my lips against the smooth flesh. I look up through hooded eyes to watch her, enjoying the sight of blood that rushes to her cheeks.“Trust me, there's nothing to worry about.”Violet nods with a beaming smile, and I right myself to take her hands, leading her towards a further corner, slightly darker, to afford us more privacy.“When you said you wanted to hold a feast tonight, I didn't know what to expect.” Viole
Chapter FourJenna's POVI don't know how long I'd lain on the forest ground, but as I slowly come back to myself, I realise that I might have been there for far too long, long enough to attract prey.As I crack one eye open and look around, the still midnight air alerts me to the dangers that lurk in these forests. And for a moment, I regret leaving the pack.However, now is not the moment to scrutinise hastily made decisions. Now is the time to get up as stealthily as I can and get the hell away from here.I can't help but remember the tales that Papa had told me about avoiding the forest as a younger child. I had first learned about rogues and shapeshifters from Papa, who had told me that they would never come into the pack to cause trouble, but getting lost in the forest could mean being harmed by them.I get up slowly, wincing when pain shoots through my ankle. I must have sprained something when I fell over the shrubs.Trying to make as little noise as possible, I begin to limp