Cassandra’s point of view: I turned and saw a man with ash blood hair. He was very good looking, built about like Dalton, but a little taller, and maybe a year older. His hair was longish. His face had a nice shape, clean-cut features, and wicked slightly tilted eyes. But that wasn’t why I was staring at him. He gave me a flashing smile as he raised a hand, snapping his fingers. It was a snap which echoed in the entire empty house. “I’m Tyler,” he said. “Hi.” I was still staring at him like I couldn’t react nor think properly. I could barely sense my two wolves. It almost felt like they weren’t there at all. “Do I know you?” I heard myself asking him. Was he a pack member? I couldn’t really tell. “How will I know if you know me? You tell me, do you know me?” “What?” “Do you know me?” “I don’t think so.” I suddenly got a hold of myself but I was still so out of it. “Listen, um, I don’t know how you got in -” He jingled the key ring at me. “Dalton gave me these. He told me t
Dalton’s point of view: “The fuck is this thing?” I asked quite fiercely as I entered the cell where Finn was supposed to be. Clenching my hands, I looked around. There was a white mist, like Jeremy had described, still lingering in the air. It was faintly there but I could see it pretty well using my enhanced senses. “It had filled up the entire cell. We could barely see through it and when it slowly reduced, both Marcus and Finn were gone. They had completely disappeared alongside this mist.” Rowan explained. I turned to look at him and found him standing beside Jeremy. Seeing the terrifying looks on their faces, I took in a deep breath to calm my wolf before nodding begrudgingly. It wasn’t their fault. I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on them. This mist wasn’t something we’ve dealt with before. This peculiar incident had never happened to us before. And to think that two people could have just disappeared out of some locked dungeons cells were something none of us could have
Cassandra’s point of view: Something was whispering, close to my ear. I opened my eyes with a start. It was dark. No, not dark – dim.I could see shapes, but everything was grey and indistinct, as if I was looking through gauze. I reached up to touch my face, wondering if it was bandaged. My fingers connected with nothing. I tried again, but still…nothing.I couldn’t touch my own face.I held my hands in front of my eyes. They were definitely there. I could see them, same as they ever were. I just couldn’t… feel anything.I reached out again, this time for the rock wall that had appeared in front of me, hoping that its hardness and coldness would wake me from whatever strange dream this was. But, my hands passed through it as if it was only an illusion of some sort.I thought that I should probably be terrified by now, but I felt strangely calm. Close by, something whispered into my ear like a hushed voice. I turned my head, but there was nothing – no one – there.Am I a ghost? I a
Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton’s parents led me into one of the Crescent Moon pack’s most decrepit buildings that I’ve never seen before. It was on the other side of the pack grounds. I realized that I never went to explore this part of the pack.The building had double swing doors, like the ones in the pack house. Sure enough, inside was built like the pack house as well. The living room area, the interior, everything… every single wall was built in the same place, in the same way like in the pack house.I half expected to see some pack members sitting around gossiping while some of the women preparing dinner in the kitchen, but just like everything else, the place was empty.Dalton’s father dropped into one of the old chairs and rested his elbows on the table. Dalton’s mother sat beside him, and they both waited, waited for what?Realization dawned on me when I realized that they were waiting for me to sit down.“I… I don’t think I can,” I said. “I don’t know how. Won’t I just…
Cassandra’s point of view:Something happened. It was different this time, as if I was so much more aware of what was around me, what I myself was. I felt the edges of my vision begin to go fuzzy, as if I was about to pass out. My mind was suddenly in a jumble of mess as a whirr of images rushed through it. I felt as if I was falling from a very great height...All around me, I could feel Dalton... his presence, surrounding me, enveloping me...Then, right then, I felt something beside me, and realized it was Dalton's mother. Her hand was on my shoulder, resting there gently. "Keep going, Cassandra," she whispered. "Don't let go, keep going..."I forced myself to stay in the moment, despite the dizzy whirl of sensations rotating in my mind. For a second, I was ready to give up - it seemed hopeless, an impossible skill that I would never be able to master. But then... there I was, kneeling right in front of Dalton. He looked up suddenly, right into my eyes, and I jumped at the fire
Cassandra’s point of view: They both just stared at me as though I'd just grown two heads in a matter of a few seconds. Leaning back until my back pressed firmly against the back of the chair, I bit my lower lip and simply remained quiet to give them some time to think this through."So, you're telling us that you think you might be a primordial werewolf like your brother?" Dalton's mother asked. "Are you sure?" Nodding, I shifted a bit on the chair. "I've been experiencing the same things like him. A dark energy of some sort kept pushing through whenever I'm in any kind of danger or threat. It always seems more worried about my wellbeing, more so than my inbred wolf. And whenever it's around, my inbred wolf would prefer to be submissive to it as though she was afraid of it."Dalton's mother smiled thinly; seemingly indecisive about the way she should be reacting to this new information about me. "Unlike your brother, you have yet to discover your other wolf. You will take some time
Lucas’s point of view:I stopped and bent down, taking off my shoe to shake a stone out of it for about the sixth time.I examined the shoe for a moment. It was ruined. The harsh soiled grounds in the wild woods had scraped the sides and the front of the shoe to pieces. This pair of shoes wouldn’t last long. It felt like it’d be torn apart in any seconds now.I put it back on before hurrying after Dalton and the warriors.“You okay?” Dalton was waiting for me. “Are we moving too fast? The warriors are sure now – this trail leads to the place where Cassandra is being kept.”“I’m fine,” I told him with a shrug. “There were just some stones in my shoes. I should have worn some hiking boots!” Except that I had none apart from this pair of shoes, I thought to myself.I’d have to do something about this. If I were to travel in my human form, I would need a new pair of shoes.With an understanding nod, Dalton gestured at me to follow him. The look of pity on Dalton’s face was more than I cou
Lucas’s point of view:Cassandra, the woman and the man together and then Dalton and Cassandra…“What, Lucas? You understand what?” Dalton interrupted my train of thoughts.I looked up at Dalton and then at the warriors, who were staring at me in amazement. “The man and the woman, those pictures… are they your parents?”“The pictures…?” Dalton asked, confused.“Those pictures you have hanging up on the walls in your living room – the man and the woman in those pictures… are they your parents?”The confusion on Dalton’s face cleared up. Clenching his jaw as though the mere thought of his parents unsettled him, he pursed his lips and then nodded with some hesitance. “Why? What happened?”“I think Cassandra is with them. She’s with your parents.”There was a pause. “What?” Dalton asked in disbelief, his voice raising an octave. “How is that possible? My parents are dead… they have been dead for a while now.”I held up a hand. “I know it sounds crazy but somehow I know it’s true. I saw th
Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton saw red and impulsively dashed across to punch Levi in the face but Levi raised his hand and with one flick of his finger, Dalton was sent soaring back in the air.He landed flat on his back, his head brutally hitting the ground, knocking him out cold. A pool of blood soon formed around his upper body.Levi must have used an incantation on Dalton.Seeing this, I felt a burst of negative energy but instead of acting on my own; I clenched my hands and gritted my teeth together to hold still.Dalton would be alright. I could still feel our mate bond. But, the mere thought that he was left stranded over there on the ground, took everything in me not to run to his help.Hecate and Levi’s eyes were fixed on me. I knew better than to let myself get distracted by them at this point. They played with us for ten years but I won’t let them play with us anymore. They might find it amusing to see true mates being apart but I’d show them what an enraged mate could
Cassandra’s point of view: “I don’t like this… the moment Alpha Dalton told me that we’d be following this witch’s directions; I wasn’t ready at all but…” Alpha Maddox complained. “I don’t like it one bit.”“Neither do I, Alpha Maddox.” Alpha Eric whispered, agreeing with the old man. “But what are we supposed to do? She may not be one of our kind, but she has always helped Alpha Blaze.”Shoving his hands into his pockets, Alpha Eric added with a resolute shrug, “As long as she doesn’t betray us, I guess we’d be alright.”Everyone could hear them talking… even Patricia but she didn’t seem like she gave a fuck about their opinions.I pursed my lips at the two Alphas and looked at Dalton. ‘Don’t you think we made a mistake asking Alpha Maddox to come along with us?’‘He can be a bit orthodox but –’‘A bit…?’ I arched an eyebrow at my mate.‘Okay, I’ll be honest… he’s the most orthodox Alpha I’ve ever known but he’s also one of the most experienced one among us. And I had to inform him
Cassandra’s point of view: Around us, the darkness was absolute, the silence oppressive.We could see perfectly well but Dalton, Alpha Blaze and the pack warriors couldn’t see us anymore. We made them hide in certain spots where they wouldn’t be seen from here.Together with Lucas, I stepped inside the tunnel leading towards the Moon Howlers’ secret hide-out. Observing our surroundings well before invading their spot, we had each others’ backs.Nothing could be heard from this far but the moment we reached mid-way inside the tunnel; we started hearing hush voices except it wasn’t whispering anymore when we focused on those voices using our primordials’ powers.Lucas held my wrist to stop me and then, pulled me to the side. We stood with our backs to the ceramic tiled wall as we listened in to the conversation.It was Levi… he was speaking to someone.“Everything is going as planned. We need one more week before we’d be ready to take over the werewolf race.” Levi explained to someone.
Cassandra’s point of view: Lucas tackled me to the ground. Breathing hard, I closed my eyes and took a moment to calm my pounding heart.“Come on, get up! We won’t stop until you get this right.” Lucas shouted.I groaned miserably as I forced my body to move.We’ve been practicing for hours… getting trained and getting accustomed with my primordial powers. With the help of Lucas, I’ve been able to get my wolves to work together – well to a certain extent.But, I was determined to make myself well-matched with Lucas in terms of his primordial powers. We needed to get this done, together, for the unprecedented battle awaiting us.Warlocks were known to be one of the most powerful beings to have ever existed on earth. They were stronger, fiercer and vile than witches.Among the werewolf kind, the primordials and the Lycans were at par but relatively, primordials were more dominate and tougher.Distracted, I glanced up when I caught a whiff of Dalton’s enticing scent. I looked in that sp
Cassandra’s point of view: “Cassandra, I love you.” He confessed, his voice sounded steady, assured. He meant it. Surprised, I looked at him. His eyes tried to smile, but his lips remained fixed in a stark, upside down frown as though he feared my reaction to his sudden confession. I didn’t need to hear it. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He was nervous. The anger I’d felt vanished into thin air, replaced with a whole lot of emotions… feelings… All that crap, which didn’t seem so much like crap right now when his was the heart that was twisting and aching and mine were the anger evaporating into unshed tears. When I smiled at him through my tears, I felt a rush of relief go through him before he returned the gesture. He closed the short distance between us and slid his arm over my shoulders, pulling me into his arms. I leaned into his embrace with a blissful sigh. I regretted wearing my clothes. I would do anything to strip my body as bare as his. But I could st
Dalton’s point of view: I woke up at nine feeling a lot better than I’d felt last night. It had taken me a second to remember everything that had happened, but hearing Cassandra’s contented sigh, and feeling her long, slim leg slide between mine as she draped herself over me in her sleep, everything had come flooding back into my mind. My lips tugged up into a smile, happy that I’d spent last night with her… I believed we both needed to be together, needed to feel one another’s warmth, scent and comforting presence after that whole ordeal with her parents and Alpha Julian. Looking down at her, my heart skipped a beat. Damn. I was so whipped for her... I never thought I’d ever find her, my destined mate, before but now that I’d found her, I’d do anything for her. Anything! I slowly and gently tucked a strand of her hair that had covered part of her left cheek behind her left ear. Smiling as I gazed down at her beautiful face, I softly rubbed her cheek with my thumb. She leaned m
Cassandra’s point of view: My finger was wet with his body’s essence, and I lifted it to my mouth, tasting the salty flavor of him while staring right into his eyes confidently. Dalton reached down and tangled his hand in my hair, never taking his eyes off me. Hungry for more, I began to pull his shorts down, carefully, deliberately slow, lifting them over that throbbing ridge of flesh. I let my hand brush against his cock, watching his rippling stomach muscles flex in reaction. Holding my breath, I drew the shorts all the way down, revealing inch after glorious inch of him. “Fuck,” I couldn’t help cussing in a whisper, needing to take a moment to stare at the male beauty before me. I inhaled, but my breath didn’t seem to reach my lungs; I felt dizzy, light-headed. So weak with desire I had the urge to climb up and impale myself on him now, right now, without any further delays. But, I also wanted to taste him. To pleasure him the way he’d pleasured me. So I leaned closer, close
Cassandra’s point of view: Looking down at Dalton, stunned, as always by his sexy masculinity, his alluring presence and his enticing scent, I paused to acknowledge that I’d reached one of those important moments in my life where I’d had to make a decision which would change the course of my life, either in a good way or in a bad way.No matter whatever else happened in the future though, I had no doubt – none, zero – that this decision would live on in my memories forever and definitely as a sweet good memory. Swiftly yet smoothly picking me up in his arms, Dalton dashed back inside the pack house, across hallways and several rooms before we’d reached his bedroom within seconds.Shortly after, we were in his bed.He had me straddling him while he laid there, watching me. His seductive eyes filled with desire, bore into mine.“Come here,” he ordered, reaching up and sinking his hands in my hair.I let him pull me down, needing to taste him.Our lips met, softly, more tenderly than w
Dalton’s point of view: I tossed and turned in my bed, my sleep repeatedly interrupted by thoughts regarding Cassandra, her parents and Alpha Julian. Why did they have to come get her? I sat up with a tired sigh. I might as well get up if I wasn’t going to get any sleep. It wasn’t even night time anymore. It was like four in the morning already. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t slept at all. That was a first. Deciding to go for a walk around the pack house to calm down, I got out of bed and left my bedroom. I hadn’t realized when I’d descended the stairs to the floor below mine but I soon found myself walking down the hallway about to cross Cassandra’s bedroom. Was she asleep? It was pretty early for her to be up and around but knowing her… I fisted my right hand, readying myself to knock on her bedroom door to check on her but then, I shook my head and stepped back. Sighing, I chose to go to the courtyard. I needed to get those unwanted wandering thoughts out of my mind. There