Marcus hurried the corridor, dragging along Lexie who struggled to keep up. His legs were much longer than hers, so she had to take two steps at a time or risk stumbling. He finally stopped at the end of the hallway, right in front of the entrance to the restroom.
"Don't move a muscle." He ordered sternly before rushing away. Lexie tried to obey his command, but her facial muscles wouldn't stop twitching. She was weighing the pros and cons of making a run for it. If she moved quickly enough, she could make it to the ground floor in about two minutes, and be out of the main doors in an instant. Before she could put her plan into motion, however, Marcus returned, a toilet brush in one hand, and a bucket in the other. He pushed both cleaning apparatuses into her hands. "Scrub every toilet. Wipe every surface. Mop every floor." As though he was speaking to a child, Marcus listed out the instructions slowly. He then pointe“Good day, all. I am Mary Vaughn-Hamilton, daughter of Gerald Vaughn, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack, but some may know me as the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Before drafting this message, I battled with myself, because I was unsure if it was the best thing to do. It is now clear to me that I should never have allowed myself to be silenced. My story deserves to be heard. On the 24th of August, 2014, at Camp PineGrove for Female Werewolves, I was assaulted by Cecily Knight and poisoned with wolfsbane. The end result was the death of my wolf. Granted, the incident may have been intended to be a harmless prank among children, but it is the Chicago Pack's attitude towards the matter that is truly appalling. They have failed to take responsibility for the action of one of their own, neither apologizing nor attempting to set things right. I have come to terms with the fact I will never be a full werewolf again, but how can we function as a society if one pack believe
“Hello, I'm someone who attended high school with Cecily Knight. She was beautiful, fashionable, and bossy, so of course she was popular. And that popularity she used to bully others. Rather than study for exams and do her homework like everybody else, she intimidated others into doing everything for her. Those who refused had to endure her wrath till they graduated. I wasn't personally bullied by Cecily, but I know people who were unjustly punished, suffered depression, or even had to transfer, all because of her. She truly is a horrible person. —RedBurritoGirl” Pulling the rubber gloves off her hands, Lexie threw them into the bucket, where she'd deposited other cleaning tools. Standing akimbo, she looked around at the female's restroom, nodding proudly at her work. She was done for the day. Humming a tune she'd heard on the radio, she carried the bucket into the janitor's closet. On coming out, she met Marcus waiting for her. Ever since t
In the back seat of the black Lamborghini limousine, Cecily sat beside her mother, dressed in a red evening dress exclusively ordered from Dolce&Gabbana. This was not her first time attending the Summer Solstice Convention, as she'd been going since she was 18. This time, however, she was nervous. Sucking in a deep breath, she clasped her fingers to stop it from shaking. There was no need to fear, she told herself. She was beautiful, expensively dressed, and part of the alpha family of the Chicago Pack. The convention would go like always—with other alpha daughters fawning over her. "Now listen up." Paul, who sat across her, leaned forward to wag a warning finger. "Once we arrive at the hotel, you will be on your best behavior. There will be no whining, no rudeness, and definitely no causing a scene. Understood?" Cecily shot daggers at her brother and he doubled down on her. "Understood?" Folding her arms below her breasts, Cecily her narr
“This didn't happen to me but to a friend from the Chicago Pack. About 2 years ago, she and Cecily were interested in the same guy, but he chose my friend over her. Apparently, Cecily held a grudge. The guy and my friend eventually broke up. She went clubbing with her girls one night and met this human dude. He was handsome, he was hot, so she spent the night with him, only for Cecily to send her a sex tape of both of them a few days later. Turns out your dear alpha daughter paid the human to seduce her, then take a video of them in bed without her permission. My friend was devastated, especially as Cecily was threatening her with the video. At a point, she gave up trying to protect herself, and Cecily proceeded to release the sex tape. This occurred only six months ago, so all those saying Cecily was a kid when she made all those ‘mistakes’, can shove their defense theory right up their asses. -Rachel Rodriguez”Throwing the last piece of cosmetics i
Her body and palms pressed to the wall, Cecily flattened her ear on the cold, painted concrete. Inside the living room were her brother, Derek, the San Francisco and Phoenix Packs' alphas, and their betas. They had all gathered to discuss her, yet she'd been told she wasn't allowed to join them. Paul had growled, warning that if she did anything to disturb the meeting, he would stop trying to save her ass. Well, he couldn't prevent her from at least listening in. Everything that was going on in that room was her business, and she would be a part of it no matter what anyone said. Six couches were arranged in the spacious living room, so that two faced the other four. Paul Knight and Derek Wren sat across Gerald Vaughn and Edward Hamilton, who in turn sat with their betas at their side. A mere day after the disastrous Summer Solstice Convention, a message had come in that the alphas had accepted the invitation to the Knight family villa, and the very next day, they flew int
Paul wanted to strangle Cecily. His jaws clenched, his fingers clutching the edge of his couch's armrest as anger gripped him. Not very long ago, he'd specifically warned his little sister not to disturb his meeting with the other alphas. But it appeared that she'd so easily forgotten that, like she always forgot his other warnings. This time, however, she hadn't just stuck her nose where it didn't belong. She'd started a new conversation... and had made things considerably worse. The first to react to Cecily's rude interruption was Edward. He couldn't care less about anything she had to say—it was a well-known fact across the werewolf community that Cecily Knight was an idiot—but her smug smile and confident pose were something he couldn't ignore. It seemed this one truly believed throwing out a huge sum of money could actually solve her problems. Poor thing. Maybe it had worked in the past, but her insolence had only made him more determined to see her banished.
“Target: Lord Draven De Lacey, Lycan of the American WerewolvesRegion: North America and South America As werewolves, packs are the symbols that represent our unity and strength. They signify that together and only together, we live, hunt, and survive. Why? Because once we are divided, our borders weaken and outsiders take over. The duty of protecting this principle falls on the alphas of our packs. By living as examples themselves, they uphold the ideals that bind us as a society. On that note, we strongly request that the Lycan demote the Knight family from the alpha status. One of their own has crossed the line by murdering the wolf of an important personality, and has done nothing to compensate for that. Their actions have disturbed the unity we so cherish, and is slap to us as a community. We, the subjects of Lycan Draven, are more than convinced the Knight family is unfit to lead anyone. If you agree with us, this is a call to arms
Mary couldn't decide whether she should go. It had all started yesterday evening, after she'd returned from the outing with Belinda and her friend. She'd received a very surprising text from Cecily saying nothing but hello. The message had made her skeptical, considering their shared past and the fact they hadn't contacted each other for nearly a decade. However, curiosity took the lead, for Mary replied to Cecily's text. It had gone like that for a while—Cecily texting and Mary replying. Cecily had asked if Mary was in Chicago, and on receiving a confirmation, she'd proceeded to ask why. All Mary had revealed was that she was visiting a friend. That was when Cecily suggested they meet up. In her exact words, a lot was going on between them and it wouldn't hurt to straighten it out. That couldn't be done over the phone. Sitting on her bed in her VIP hotel suite, Mary wondered if the invitation was a trap. Cecily had sounded genuine, but many people were good at p