With legs like jellies, I climb the wooden stairs to my room, undress, and take a long shower, I know Zayne already left, I heard him leave a while ago. I’m pulling on a shirt over my sweatpants when Lily walks into the room, a goofy smile on her face. Just by the flush on her cheeks and the dreamy look in her eyes, I can tell she’s been with Tate. “Hey,” she says as I slip my hands through the sleeves. “What’s up?” I ask as I pull my wet hair out from under my top. “I’m fine,” she says then bite her lips. “How’s Tate?” I finally ask when she doesn’t volunteer any more information. Which is a little weird, Lily always wants to tell me things, she tells me everything. “He’s fine” “He’s fine? That’s it?” I asked with raised eyebrows. After a bit of silence, I move over to my bed and point beside me for her to sit. When she complies, I get straight to the point “Lily, what’s going on?” She’s quiet for a moment, for a second there I think she won’t tell me, and then she starts tal
“Let’s go to the den, we can play games there, or would you like to see a movie?” Oliver questions as he leads me out of the kitchen. A movie? A year ago, that would have been a far-fetched concept, we were mostly worried about how we were going to stay hidden and feed ourselves. I smile at him “A movie sound really nice, thanks Oli” Holding my hand, he leads me up the stairs, opening the first door to revile an empty living room. They are large comfy couches and love seats with fluffy pillows, a huge television dominates one wall. “Get comfy” he tosses something small and black at me, I only have a second to catch it against my chest. Before he goes to the popcorn machine and starts it up. Bringing my hand down I see it’s the television remote. I sit on the middle couch, turn on the TV and start going through the available movies. “What should we watch?” I ask out loud, my eyes on the screen. I’m not much of a movie person so most of the movies here are new to me. He shrugs “w
*** I don’t step outside the lodge on Saturday, by Sunday I begin to feel cooped up, and a little restless so I go for a walk, I don’t venture too far though, not wanting to risk running into Zayne. When Monday comes, I’m almost eager to return to training. I look forward to doing something new. We meet in an open field, away from the obstacle course. Today, someone is waiting with our instructor Colin when we arrange ourselves in two lines. A female, she wears dark jeans tucked into boots and a black long-sleeved shirt. She looks a little familiar but I can't seem to place her. “Today your combat training begins, congratulations on passing stage one. Today you’ll be learning some basic defensive maneuvers. How to block, shield, duck, how to fall, and get back up. Basically, how to not get killed. Naya and I will show you how it’s done. The rest of you will pair up for this exercise and take turns practicing both for offense and defense."They turn to face each other. “I will at
*** After training, before our daily run, Oliver assists me with my assignment, holding my feet to the ground as I pull myself up and down using only my stomach muscles. I take a few minutes to catch my breath before moving to my hands and knees for my push-ups. Knowing I will be too winded to attempt any form of exercise after our twenty-mile run. The run was harder today, I thought I was already getting better at it but at the end of our run, I was hurting. Everywhere. My shoulders ached, arms felt like logs of wood were attached to my shoulders, so heavy. My stomach was killing me I felt like throwing up, and I probably would have if I had any food in my belly, and don’t get me started on my legs. I felt a little bad for Oliver, he had to help me walk back to the lodge, supporting me with an arm around my waist while I sipped out of his bottle of water, seeing as I forgot mine in the main pack house the other day after escaping Zayne. My legs are still trembling as I shower
It’s a full moon tonight. For most packs, it calls for a celebration. Dark Woods is no different. I’ve been going strong with my training these past few days. Just when I think I’m getting the hang of it, Naya switches things up. I don’t think she likes me very much. Though I do seem to be getting better, now I can punch and kick like nobody’s business. After my first breakthrough, I realized that if I thought about it really hard, going through the moves, the form, the maneuvers, and every step in detail in my head, I learn faster. In other words, even when I'm not at the arena I think about training, what I learned that day, the mistakes I made, and how can I get better. If anyone had told me a month ago that I’d be able to do a roundhouse kick, throw my weight back without thought, just to break the hold of my enemy, or do a backflip? I’d laugh and call them crazy. But I can do all that and more. I am getting there. I’ve been to the compound a few times with Oliver after tra
I freeze at his words. My fingers, my legs, my breath. Even my heart stopped beating. There’s no way he saw me, he is facing away from me, yeah, he’s probably talking to someone else. “I can smell you; you know.” I can hear the amusement in his voice. Shit. Well, that changes things. Thinking of my options, should I turn around and go back to the party, or play it off, like I just stumbled upon him while taking a walk? “I wouldn’t be much of a predator if I don’t notice when I’m being followed” his voice comes again.I grimaced, clenching my eyes. Right. So, he knew I was following him. I scratch my scalp, embarrassed at being caught. Smoothing down the material of my sweater I come out of my hiding place. “I was trying to be quiet "I admit. “I’ll teach you to hunt prey another time” his back is still turned to me, “Though you shouldn’t stalk prey more dominant than you are, or you might find yourself caught in a snare” I stop a few paces beside him where he’s leaning on the
*** I think about Zayne a lot before I go to bed. I relive our kiss in the woods again and again. The feel of his strong and warm body against mine. The taste of his warm wet mouth, the feel of his tongue as it stroked mine, as my body had tightened, warmed. And those hands, how he had caressed my back, and my hair and inhaled my scent like he’s never smelled anything so intoxicating. I can't believe how bold I'd been to follow him tonight and get so close to him, it's not like me at all. I don't even talk to people or males like him. I wonder what it is about him that makes me feel so much. I blame Lily, she put thoughts like this in my head. I’m lost in my thoughts, with my gaze on the full moon through the opened curtain as sleep drags me away. *** “Alina? Alina? Sweetheart, can you hear me?” the words come slowly, muffled, I blink slowly trying to make sense of it. I feel drowsy and slow. Fierce blue eyes stare at me “Zayne…” I call sluggishly. I rub my left eye sleepily u
When I wake up Zayne is sitting beside me on the bed like he never left, his fingers caress my hair softly, which is what must have woken me up. I have to blink a few times to focus my gaze, “Hi,” he whispered. “Hi” I replied, it comes out scratchy. He gives me a searching look, “How are you feeling?” At his words, I remember how I got here, here being Zayne’s bedroom, me laying in his bed. I remember what happened last night. I blink slowly, feeling like I’ve been asleep for days. I sit up, running the fingers of my right hand through my hair. “Fine, I’m fine” I sighed. “How long have I been asleep?” “Hours, you looked really tired” I shake my head to clear it a bit before looking at the window, though heavy drapes prevent the sun from coming in, it is bright out, past noon already. “Shit" my head falls in my hands "I’m late for practice, I have to go” I try to rise, but I will only have enough time to run back to the lodge and get changed into something practical, no time f
I wake up slowly. Heat swooping up my belly, lingering in my core as a hand smooths down my leg, over my calf to my ankle. Moisture pools in my center as the scent of my musk fills the room. I don’t know how I can still take any more after what went down last night. But I always want more with him. “Zayne…” I try to bring my left leg to my right to relieve some of the tension between my things but it doesn’t budge. Hm? My forehead wrinkles but I am distracted by a light nibbling on my big toe. His fingers trail over the bottom of my foot tickling me, as a light sleepy giggle escapes me, he spreads me even wider, I expect him to roll me over unto my back, throw my leg over his shoulder or settle himself between my thighs but something tightens around my ankle pulling taut. Once again, confusion rises. Then he leaves me completely, I pull on my leg, but it doesn’t budge, why can't I move my leg? Neither can my arms. "What the..?" “Zayne?” Am I tied up? “Why am I tied up?” is th
I sit in Zayne’s chair once again, his computer screen in front of me displaying four other males. The large screen in front of me connected to the computer displays the same for the others to see.“And you are?” the voice is gruff. You’d think they’d know who I am with the number of hunters they’ve sent after me. I look at each of them, an older male, who looks to be around his late sixties in human age, sits at the top right screen. beside him is a light-haired male, younger. at the bottom left is a middle-aged male with a bald head and black eyes, and the last is a dark-haired male also young. As it has for nearly eight years now, the fifth council seat remains unoccupied. I fight a smirk pulling at my lip when I say “Alina, you probably know me as the Sliver one”Two of them gasped loudly, the bald-headed one remains quiet, not an ounce of expression on his face. I let that sit for a moment. I see them looking at my hair then my eyes, the technology, no matter how advanced mutes
The past week has been hard, even though we won, war takes its toll. In the end, we were all nursing broken bodies and an equally broken heart, and Zayne… I just miss him. A whole week has gone by and whenever I think about that night, I want to break down into tears, sometimes, I do cry. At the fight and what went down after. The girls come to visit me every day, and Oliver and the guys also swing by after training. Sometimes, Emma is also here, and we make food together. But at night, I get so lonely, the bed so empty without him. But I can't bare to sleep anywhere else. At least here, I’m covered in his scent.Right now, we gather in the meeting room, I try not to pace as I wait, the time counting down with each passing second, smoothing a hand over my leather jacket, I draw in a deep breath. I don’t know which has me more nervous. Finally talking to them or- almost immediately a short beep sounds and I hear the door push open. Every other thought forgotten I cover the distance
I'm still screaming like when I jump on Kieran’s back, my hands on his face, my claws stabbing into any vulnerable flesh, tearing at his jaw, but he doesn't feel any of it in his haze of bloodlust. He howls as I press my claws into his sockets with all my might taking away one of his senses. I keep digging until I’m sure his brain is licking down his eyes. fire stabs into my thighs, a fist tightens around my hair and I go flying over his head. I cough as pain spreads over every inch of my body. “Fucking bitch! Fuck Fuck!” his hands smacks at his face blindly in the air. Willing whatever strength is left in my battered body roll over unto my front, grimacing at the stabbing sensation in my chest I crawl over to where Zayne is laying still on the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kieran disappear into the forest. I pay him no mind, my attention on my fallen mate. My mate is down, the strongest male I’ve ever known, down and it was all my fault. Why can’t I ever do anyth
“Can we kill him now?” Zayne drawls, appearing from the trees, he always did love to make an entrance, “I despise pointless monologues” He looks at me, completely ignoring Kieran as though he was beneath his notice. Kieran Blackwell enjoys playing games, it doesn’t hurt to play a game of our own, from his little speech, he wants to be recognized, that’s why he created the serum, to feel powerful. What better revenge than to deprive him of that? “You’re so violent” I sighed oozing disappointment, though I fight the smile on my lips. As I expected, Kieran frowns, his lips turning down.Zayne shrugs his large shoulders like he couldn’t care less. “It has served me well” A short laugh escapes me, we already got the answer we wanted, Zayne said we had to find out if there was more of the serum laying around somewhere, not wanting to make the same mistake as last time. “True." In our world, sometimes, violence is always the answer. "Okay, he can die now. Turns out he wasn’t as impressi
“Where are they? Can you sense them like you do intruders?” I inquire mutedly after walking for a few minutes. The words barely leave my lips, if they are close I don’t want to give away our location. “No, there’s nothing, but they are here” his voice comes low, “Marc and Eli have been tracking them for about an hour now” Heart in my throat, we walk for twenty more minutes before I see Marc and Oliver where they have taken cover behind a large tree. Zayne makes a hand motion, Marc raises two fingers in reply. I move forward trying to get a sense of my surrounding. Eerie silence surrounds us, not even the wind blows, but I sense familiar pack members in the woods, where they’ve taken position. Zayne’s hand finds mine in the darkness, his fingers threading through mine, and I hear them a second later, boots shifting against the grass. They’re here. I will my heart to maintain a steady pace, holding my breath. I look to Zayne for the plan of action, only now remembering I was out
Growing up, sometimes we would hear of packs at war, to settle land disputes, fighting over an insult, an act of disrespect, or simply to gain more power or just for the hell of it. In order words, werewolves fight a lot, our species respects a show of strength more than anything. Sacred Heart was one of the little peaceful packs, preferring diplomacy over a show of force, it kept us safe for a time. Sometimes I wondered what would have happened had Sacred Heart been a more aggressive pack, would we have survived the massacre then, or was it always meant to happen? For the bigger picture to reveal itself? Learning about Kieran Blackwell tonight, I know this war didn’t start with Sacred Heart, it started a decade ago, when Councilor Blackwell thought to go against the creation of the moon goddess by trying to create superior species through science or magic? The details are unknown. Zayne's father, the previous Alpha of Dark Woods found out and was going to expose him, it led to bloo
“Moonless night?” My voice is rough from my tears.“Sane?” Zayne mummers.He sniffles “They’ve gone rogue, but they don’t know, the serum makes it so.”Zayne freezes beside me “What. Serum?” His voice comes out dangerous.The smile returns to Rafael’s lips making him look deranged with his bloody teeth “You know”“Lies! I destroyed every last bit of it, burned their lab to the ground after I killed him that serum is gone, I made sure if it.”It surly cannot be the same enhancement serum that brought Dark Woods to its knees, based to the way Zayne is reacting it likely is.“Who?” I whispered.“There’s no way he’s alive, don’t fucking lie to me”“I don’t know, I’m just telling you what I heard”“You most have heard wrong!” It’s a turn of events and I find myself holding Zayne back, I can only feel guilt and sadness from him, “Whatever he’s saying is the truth, or at least he must believe it” I turn to Rafeal “How did you come about this information?”He spat out blood, “My father calle
“What are you doing out of that bed?” Zayne hurries into the room, dumping the food tray on one side. My knees shake a little as I look around, trying to find my shoes, Zayne must have dressed me up in silk shorts and cami when I was out of it. I need to change, I can’t go out like this. “We have to question Rafael, he knows things”“So you said last night” he leads me back with a hand on my lower back. “Zayne, really-“An arm folds under my knees and he carries me the rest of the way “He’s not going anywhere I can assure you” he brings the comforter over my legs.“There’s no time to waste-“ “you can barely walk, if there’s something you need I’ll get it for you, just stay here” A tired sigh leaves me “I need answers, I think he was the one who sold us out, no I’m sure if it. He looked so guilty” guilty but determined, he was intent on seeing it till the end even as his eyes pled with me to understand.“And we will get answers, but not at the risk of you falling over, He smooths m