Derrick’s POV ‘What has that useless husband of hers done to her now?’ Hunter’s anger burns through me as I make my way through the pack house towards the kitchen. ‘Now can we kill him?’ It is hard to hold back Hunter’s murderous rage when I myself am close to losing control of my senses. “She ran off into the woods just behind the dog houses.” Charles runs close behind me, his connection still open with the border patrol that notified him of Salara’s disappearance. What the hell was Salara doing near the stretch of dog houses? The last time that I saw her she was heading off towards town with Henry, and that was only around an hour ago. What in the world could have happened in such a short time that would cause her to run away. ‘Why didn’t your useless border patrol stop her from running off into the woods?’ Hunter grumbles in my head, his anger rising inside of me. I can feel the ripples begin just below the surface of my skin as he claws to be released. ‘Wait until we get o
Henry’s POV‘I have warned you about talking to my mate in that way.’ The menacing growl enters my head, startling me for a moment. I thought the dreadful beast had tired himself out and disappeared, but clearly I was wrong. Letting out a tired sigh, I ignore the annoying voice in my head and continue to make my way to the training grounds in search of my trainer. ‘Do not ignore me, puny human.’‘Oh shove it you annoying old wolf! You and I both know that you can’t do anything to me. So just SHUT UP!’ I must have slipped and yelled the last part out loud because the looks that those around me are giving me are not flattering. After taking in a steadying breath, I smile charmingly at the wolves surrounding me. After giving me a wary look, they all wander off in to different directions, avoiding me as much as possible. With my eyes closed, I look up to the sky and hold my breath for a few. This damn wolf has been nothing but a headache since I discovered that there was one inside of my
Henry’s POVBlood drips down Salara’s neck, leaking from around my teeth as I send my teeth even further into her collar bone to ensure that the mark is prominent. Beowulf howls in my mind angrily, but I ignore him and pull Salara in closer. Her body goes limp in my arms, causing me to wrap my arms around her tighter to prevent her from falling to the dirty ground. Beowulf stirs in my mind, fighting at the tiredness that is draining away his energy in a bid to take control of my body. I pull back on my canines, pulling them out of Salara’s swollen neck before licking her wounds like I remember Savannah doing after marking me as her mate. A frown tugs at the corners of my brows when I notice that instead of healing, her wound is looking worse by the second. ‘What is happening to her?’ I ask Beowulf, releasing him from the box that I placed him in earlier. ‘Salara is not your mate you STUPID, FOOLISH human!’ Beowulf growls at me the moment that I allowed him to join me in the forefro
Beowulf’s POV“My mate will soon leave this world because of this stupid human’s bite. I have no reason left to live.” The will to live has quickly drained from my body thanks to this stupid human that I have been paired with. At first I thought how perfect it was that the Moon Goddess had put me in the body of the man who is married to my mate. I thought the Moon Goddess had finally smiled down on me and had blessed me with the chance to correct the mistakes of my past. But of course I should have known that the Goddess wouldn’t make things easy on me this time around. Not after how badly I screwed things up the last time we walked the Earth together. It was all my fault that my mate was killed after all. Of course I would have to work to have her in my arms once again. But what I wasn’t expecting was to have to sit back and watch as my mate is abused by the man who swore to love and respect her or to learn that the Goddess has fated her to another. Destiny can be so cruel and I ha
Derrick’s POV Anger burns through my veins as I glare over at Henry who is currently hiding behind the witch. I wonder if she is the same witch that was making it impossible for me to track Salara earlier. It would make sense if she is, especially since she was found standing in the clearing with Henry. As well as Salara, who is lying unconscious in a pile of leaves. I never thought I would be able to pull Hunter away from our dying mate, but I finally convinced him to rise up and take his revenge against the human he has been trying to kill since the very begining. The promise of murder and revenge was the only thing that could cut through the deep mourning we both were feeling upon seeing our mate lying lifeless on the ground. ‘Go to your Luna.’ I order my Beta, not wanting to remove my eyes from where Henry is standing with the witch. The witch in question pays me no mind and turns to Henry before opening her mouth to speak. “Will you come with me or not, Beowulf?” Beowulf?
Derrick’s POVElder Winifred’s words penetrate through the darkness that has begun to surround me. “Only you can save her now, Alpha.” My body stiffens in her arm, my head snapping in her direction so I can meet her all too knowing eyes. Is there really a way that I can save Salara from this fate? I jump to my feet, all too eager to do anything to save the woman that has become so important to me in such a short time. Grabbing hold of her wrinkled hands, I pull Elder Winifred from her position on the floor and stare eagerly into her sparkling eyes. “I will do anything to save her.” Movement stops all around me. Everyone is interested in what Elder Winifred has to say. She lifts her hand up to pat the side of my face affectionately before she whispers in my mind, ‘All you have to do is mark her.’ A gasp leaves me as I pull back away from her quickly, startling the doctor from his place beside me. How is marking her going to save her from the poison that has been injected in her from
Salara’s POVThe ethereal being dressed in a long flowing gown of white walks over to where I stand dumbstruck by the news that I am dying. Once she reaches my side, she places a gentle hand on my arm before gently guiding me over to a bench situated near a beautiful pond littered with creatures that I have never seen before. A bird the color of deep purple that reminds me of the cranes I used to watch as a small child on my grandparents farm hustles over to us quickly once we have settled on the bench. A tail that resembles a peacock juts out from the bird's back in varying shades of purple that blend nicely with the purple color of its body. The gorgeous bird sniffs at me curiously for a moment before turning its attention over to the woman seated beside me. She casts the creature a loving smile as she strokes the top of the bird's head in relaxing strokes. The strange bird lets out a purring noise that sounds similar to a cat when they are happy. My eyes close on their own as a
Salara’s POV My brows crinkle in confusion when I open my eyes and find myself curled up with Derrick on what looks to be my old hospital bed. Memories of what happened to me come flooding back to me causing my body to stiffen in Derrick’s hold and my heartrate to pick up speed. Something must have alerted Derrick to my awakened state because his eyes suddenly pop open and I am faced with those gorgeous forest green eyes of his. We stare at each other in silence for what feels like forever before excitement lights up the gorgeous green color of his eyes and he jumps up into a sitting position, pulling me along with him. The sudden movement causes pain to rocket through my body starting from my neck, causing a grimace to appear on my face. Seeing this, a look of guilt covers Derrick’s face as a strange smell begins to ooze from his body. My nose wrinkles at the unpleasant scent, but I say nothing to the anxious Alpha sitting beside me. His hand moves up as if to touch me before set