Naya gives me more pointers on using my claws the day after, we practice slashes. "Think of them as an extension of your fingers, because they are an extension of your fingers” She moves from my left side to my right. “And you don’t want to throw your hands like you would your fist. So more slashing and less hitting, go on” she says behind me as I make slashing motions with my invoked claws. I go with my right hand and then with my left because Naya says “What happens when your right hand is incapacitated?” After that, we work on backward slashes, for when I’m being attacked by more than one opponent. “Keep working on it” she tells me before going over to where Colin seems to have his hands full with Micha and Philips. I keep practicing but my attention is drawn to where the others are training, it’s safe to say I no longer train with them, not even when they’re having special exercises. I see Oliver having it out with Jude, they go at each other, claws out, when did they get s
I haven’t slept. I can’t sleep. I tossed and turned for hours last night and when I finally slept off, it was restless. Which is why I’ve opted for a run this morning to wake me up and get my blood pumping. Last night I had taken a moment to study her, Mercy. I only saw her side view but she’s built like an enforcer, tall and fit, I bet she’s gorgeous. Her waves of dark hair swayed down her back as she walked He probably likes females like that, strong, sure of herself, not someone that’s scared of her own shadow, someone like… me. Not to mention she’s closer to his age and definitely confident in her own sexuality, not second guessing her every move, when I close my eyes, I remember how she had brought up her hand to his chest. I so wanted to break every finger on that hand. I shake my head at my violent thoughts, pushing myself to run a bit faster. I liked being the object of his attention, too much. I got used to it, he’s so free with his affection, he touches m
We head for the boutiques next, I immediately head to the shoe section and get a new pair of sneakers in black which I carry in my hands like gold as we go around.“Outfits, we need outfits” Mile leads us to the clothing racks.“I think this would suit you” she holds up a soft pink dress.I tilt my head to the side “It looks nice”“Don’t you like it? what about this one” she holds up another dress, this one in a light blue shade.I simply shrug. Giving up on me she turns to Rachel who has about fifteen different dresses hanging from her arm. “What do you think?”“For you? I think the blue one, though the pink one would look really nice on Alina”With a smile Mile tosses the dress, I catch it against my thighs before it hits the floor.We go about picking out more clothes, “I think this is more my style” I hold on to a long sleeves dress in red velvet.“These would be pretty too. It’ll look really nice with your hair and show off those babies.” she looks pointedly at my chest.Holding u
“Do I really have to tell you not to talk to strangers?” Oliver demands the moment we exit the store, his hazel eyes serious. I frown at him, “I’m not a child, I can take care of myself, especially with a mortal male, he was harmless” As a wolf, I’m physically stronger than a mortal, and I am training, I don’t know why he’s being like this. He just shakes his head. “Come on, let’s go join the others, we need to meet up with Noah soon” I tug my hand from him and match ahead a little annoyed. On our way outside the mall, we stop so Rachel can stock up on snacks, insisting she always gets hungry in the middle of the night, the guys go to check out our bags at the security. “Stay with them” Oliver shoots me a look before letting me leave. I glare at his back momentarily before going to join Rachel and Mile. “It is not just the hunger at night you know, I feel weird if I don’t have food around, it’s from when I was still casted out with my brother, roaming before Zayne found us. We we
“Zayne!” I press my palm to my chest trying to calm my heart, with the other, I brace myself against the door. “Damn it, you scared me” His eyes trail from my wet hair to where my towel is knotted on my chest, down my waist, and linger on my thighs before coming to my feet and then back up. I feel it as he looks at me, his gaze like a physical thing. “W-what are you doing here?” I question. His eyes burn the words mine against my skin. A caress against my skin. A stamp of ownership. His heated gaze sets me on fire, my cheeks flushed, the heat spreading down to my neck and chest, I feel it in my lower belly. “I heard you’ve been busy” his voice is deep. I swallowed then raise my chin, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” I say with false bravado. I’m so shocked at seeing him in my room I don’t know what I’m saying. “You and the pup,” He says slowly. My breath gets stuck in my tongue Right… I’d almost forgotten about that. And Noah saw us, not like
I want. Having his mouth there, his fingers on my hot flesh and his tongue licking me to completion have turned me into a bundle of raw need, I just want. I can’t stop wanting, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since I had him in bed with me, it’s like being with him was the wakeup call I needed, whenever I close my eyes, I see him there, kneeling over me his gaze glued between my spread thighs and need pool betweent my legs. I can’t stop thinking of when we’ll do it again, because I know somehow, it’s not a matter of if but when. I am a mess. I’ve had to talk myself out of going for walks, wondering if I’d run into him and say what exactly? He is way out of my league I tell you, way out of my damn league. Not wanting to get tempted, I stay inside on Sunday. *** Mom is brushing my hair; the first time I heard about the silver ones I was five. My mother sat in front of a mirror in my room and while brushing my hair, told me about our foremother Amara and how she be
*** I chill a bit with my friends, not dancing and I dont touch another drink to have a clear head for tonight. When the crowd begins to thin, several people stumble into the woods, their hands already grabbing hungrily at each other. I head in Zayne’s direction when he stands up. It saves to say I’ve been looking at him, and he's eyes hardly left me so we're in the same boat. “Are we leaving now?” He nods, “Go say goodnight to your friends, you’re with me tonight” I try not to read into that as I march off to where Winnie and Mile are standing at the corner with Kent and Ian. “You guys can go on without me, I’m going to stay back for a bit,” I tell Winnie “Okay…” she drawls out “see you later then,” Winnie says with a hug. I know she’ll inform the others so I return to where Zayne is waiting for me at the entrance to the main lodge. “Come” clasping a hand around my wrist he leads me inside. I look around as he makes way for the staircase “Where are we going?” “To bed
When I wake up, it's morning, and I feel great, “Honestly, I’m fine,” I tell Zayne for the fifth time as I make to get out of bed. He is still giving me strange looks like he expected me to grow that horn on my forehead any moment now. I bat his hand away when he makes to touch my forehead “I swear I’m fine" I feel great actually, like I just woke up after a long sleep, which I did, showered, and dressed he looks like he’s been up for some time. Then again it might be a little late, I must have overslept. Why is he finding it hard to take my word for it? I know the last time I went through this ordeal I was well, how to put it? out of it? spaced out, Even when I woke up the day after. But I really am fine. “Do you remember what happened, after you touched the stone?” he questions, looking me in the eyes, the pad of his fingers on my chin. Pursing my lips, I look at the ceiling, I try to think back, “I remember the light, it was bright" my eyes fall closed, "It was really i
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