“So, are you going to turn into some apocalyptic, wolf-humanoid, or what?” I jabbed Dean in the ribs, replacing his smirk with a wince as I returned to my spot against the kitchen island bench. “Knowing your sick mind, you’d be turned on by such a thing.” A low growl emanates from Julius’ chest as he wraps a possessive hand around my waist. I bite back a sigh as the pad of his thumb traces soft circles against my bare skin, the problem at hand momentarily forgotten as sparks cloud my train of thought. “Focus.” He murmurs through the mind-link, the rich sound of his voice only stoking the flame in my core. “I’m not sure, Luna, I prefer my she-wolves on four paws… a wolf standing up like a person freaks me out.” Dean pokes a finger down his mouth as he pretends to gag, although the humour in his eyes tells me he’s still teasing. A response is on the tip of my tongue before I’m thrown into the backseat of my mind, the voice leaving my lips not my own. “That’s okay, Beta, only speci
How do you tell your new pack, that not only are you a werewolf/Lycan hybrid, a species which no one even knew existed, but that you’re the reason they’re homes and lives are currently in jeopardy? I didn’t fucking know, and neither did Julius. We spent the entire night in his office, drafting and re-drafting the speech that had the potential to send our pack into utter chaos. Even when we were done, I still wasn’t sure I was happy. Should I be reading from a piece of paper? Should I let Eve speak? Julius even put forward the idea that I show my lycan form at the speech, an idea which Eve immediately intercepted. Her exact words were “I’m not even sure you’re ready to see that, Mate, let alone the people of our pack.” Her words were like ice trickling down my spine, reminding me that I hadn’t seen my lycan form yet either. We managed to get a handful of hours sleep in the early hours of the morning, although as the sun crept in through the gap in the curtain I really felt as thou
We laid sweaty and trembling in each others arms for a few more moments, before Julius broke the comfortable silence. “We need to get ready.” He murmured into my hair, his fingers tracing soothing circles on the skin of my lower back. I felt my eyelids flutter, suddenly wishing I had the luxury of time so I could fall asleep in his arms. My only response was a groan as I planted my palms firmly on his chest and pushed myself up, my face twisting into a scowl.He chuckled at the sight. “Thank you, my fierce little wolf, I needed that.” He planted a chaste kiss on my nose before looping my arms around his neck and standing himself up from the chair. My legs instinctually wrapped around his torso. “We both did.” I sighed, resting my head in the crook of his neck, enjoying the rhythmic motion as he walked us into the shower. “This plan has to work, Maia.” “It will.” “If I lose you again, I don’t-“ my stomach twists at the pain in his voice, and I look up to see nothing but pure desp
The rest of the day passed by in a blur, as if time itself was eager to find out whether we would be victorious, or if we would all suffer a premature departure from this world. After the meeting with the warriors I had rushed over to Maeve’s house. Her parents greeted me with tired, weary eyes and somber smiles as they apologised for their absence at the meeting. “How’s she doing? Can I see her?” I had asked desperately, impatient to do whatever I could to be there for Maeve. But her parents exchanged tired glances and shook their heads in unison. “I’m sorry Luna, she’s just fallen asleep after being up all night crying. If you don’t mind, we’d like to let her rest.” And by the looks of it, they needed rest themselves. “I understand, please, tell her I was here and that I’m thinking of her.” They both gave me smiles that didn’t reach their eyes before the front door started to close. I shot out my hand, my palm hitting the wood with a slap that made them both wince. “Wait, you ne
My life, until recently, has been woefully lonely. Not the type where you’re surrounded by people but claim to feel alone, no, I mean the type where not a single soul cares to know who you are. The type that twists your soul until you’re nothing more than basic instincts and self-preservation. Naturally, it starts with my parents. My Dad left before I was old enough to develop memories of him, and my Mum was hardly worth remembering by the time I was taken out of her care. I’m sure there’s harboured resentment in me somewhere for them, but I can’t help but think that they must be like that because they too were let down by someone… and so on and so on… perhaps it’s a family curse I’m doomed to repeat. When I was eight years old I was put into the care of a distant relative by the name of ‘Wes’, whom I’m surprised was even found to begin with. Wes was a man who was probably good looking once upon a time. He was tall enough to be a few heads higher than me, looked as though he could b
“Maia, if you’re not walking out the front door with me in five minutes then I’m leaving you behind!” Adrian yelled from the other side of our apartment. “The one time we’re running behind instead of him” Celeste grumbled in my head. I had been paired with my wolf, Celeste, when I turned 15 years old. As most werewolves complete their first shift when they’re around 12, I was quite the late bloomer, and had doubts that I even had a wolf. My first shift was challenging, usually you’re guided through it by your parents, but I was completely alone and had no one but the new stranger in my head offering words of encouragement. For a while, my mind felt nauseatingly crowded. I struggled to adjust to having a companion who was always there, when I was so used to living life in complete solitary. Eventually, over time, I grew to love Celeste’s company, and now simply couldn’t picture my life without her. I took one final glance in the mirror, at the blue eyes staring back at me. They wer
Celeste ran us deep into the forest, by the time she came to a stop it was approaching midday. “You wouldn’t be able to use that gifted nose of ours to sniff out some of my clothes could you?” I asked Celeste. Usually I was pretty organised and undressed before shifting, but I’m the type to be prepared for anything so I had hidden a few sets of clothes throughout the forest just in case. It wasn’t on my agenda to return to town naked, although at this point I wasn’t sure I’d be returning to town at all. “Already ahead of you” she replied. We padded over to a nearby tree before shifting. Whilst I could see hints of warm sun and blue skies through the canopy, the tall trees blocked out most of the heat, so the forest floor still felt cool and moist from the night before. I reached down to a small nook in the tree and retrieved the clothes I had left there months prior, pulling on the grey tracksuit pants and t-shirt, thankful that I wouldn’t be wondering the forest naked. “So, are we
We had been following the supposed Alpha for 15 minutes before he disappeared behind a tree, only to return a moment later in his human form, fully clothed unfortunately. “Shift” he commanded, as his eyes scoured the sleeping forest, not once falling on me. Nudity was not a big deal in the werewolf world, we shifted and were left without clothes all the time. I, however, had had a completely different experience and so I’d rather scoop my eyes out with a hot spoon instead of bare myself in front of this mountain of a man. Celeste agreed with me on this one, and turned her head defiantly. “I’m not one for repeating myself, pup.” He growled, as he slowly turned to look at me. Whilst his face was somewhat void of emotion, I could practically feel his anger crackling in the air. To my surprise, Celeste shifted without warning, leaving me standing there with a dumbfounded look on my face. “What the fuck was that” I hissed, trying to use my hands to cover myself. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t