I’m leaning against a tree daydreaming of the afternoon before. It was one nice, peaceful, perfect. Zayne made another call to the alpha of Ice moon pack, their conversation more serious, discussing the werewolf council and the blacklisting. I was surprised Zayne was still able to consult other parks even with the situation. Afterwards he took me back to the house and we had dinner, just the two of us. He told me about how Ice moon and dark woods has been allies since their inception centuries ago. Though he kept insisting he and Mars weren’t friends. I was already feeling sleepy by the time we cleared the table and cleaned the dishes. I tried to shake off the sleepiness, so I can spend more time with him but I’d already conditioned my body to sleeping early after training each day. By the time he led me up the stairs and to his room I was already asleep. Either way, it was the best- The sound of crushed roots draws my attention. Did Micah move? He’s meant to be- I sniff at the
I’m already doing push ups by the time the sun comes up. Sweat drips down my body as I lower down until my chin almost touches the wooden floors of my room before pushing back up.When the trembling left my body as I woke up from my blood scenting nightmare, so did all drops of sleep in my blood.But I felt somewhat fired up, left over Adrenaline from engaging in compact even in my dreams. I needed to to something with it, hence the work out.Soon enough it’ll be time for training. I finish my final set and only manage to roll on my back as strength leaves my arms. Sucking in gasps of air into my lungs.Ah Goddess, what I’d give to stop seeing the acolytes in my dreams. I wish as I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand.I roll to my feet ignoring the soreness in my belly muscles as I practically crawl to the bathroom.I’m feeling a little better when I dress up and head downstairs for training.At the arena, my eyes go in search of Micah, he gives me a nod then walks to the ot
It’s cold, and dark… I know this day. I could never forget this day. I’m back home, Sacred heart pack. And there are bodies everywhere, the ground is soaked with blood, the air thick with the scent, I taste it on my tongue. They’re all dead. All of them. I hear a blood curling scream as Lily runs into her home, more screams follow. Unbelieving. Shattered. Heartbreaking. Run, I tell myself but my legs are not mine to command, it moves me foward, closer to the body missing parts, slashes from claws, a breath excapes my lips, i see Martha, our pack healer, old Josefby the willow tree he likes to sit under, eyes closed with his chest ripped open. Senior enforcer Stefan. Dead. In the middle of the street. Just dead. Gutted. Luna Cecil, ripped to pieces, I only recognize her form the arburn hair sticking out of a bloody pink sweater. My eyes keep moving over one body to the other, the next more wretched then the last. A feeling of certain… wrongness claws at my senses. I c
I’d like to think I’m an expert when it comes to going with the flow. As a girl who’s aloof most of the time, I tend to take care of thing when I necessarily have to, if something doesn’t become a problem, I ain’t loosing sleep over it. Which is why I’m annoyed at myself that I can’t let this go. I was going to do as my girl, Lily adviced: go with the flow and enjoy the ride, I just wish I knew where I was well, riding to?I just want to know what he’s thinking, what he wants. I know he wants to fuck me, he’s made no secret of that, I see it in his eye, the intensity of his desire. He wants to fuck me until neither of us can see straight. And I’m all on board with that, hell we almost did in his room this morning, if sky hadent interrupted. I run a hand through my head, scratching at my itchy scalp. I just want to know about the other thing, the mate thing. When I spoke with lily she wondered why he hadent brought it up and I told her I sure as hell wouldn’t if he doesn’t. I’m beg
"Alina sweetheart?” Emma’s voice calls from the kitchen. I was just about to take my leave after waking up alone, not that I minded. I’m feeling well rested. It seemed the nightmares stay away when I share a bed with Zayne. Like he’s something even nightmares steer clear from. I laugh at the thought.“Is that you?” Her voice comes again. And I almost stomped my feet. Not like I was sneaking out, just leaving very quietly.I cross the distance and peak my head into the kitchen. “Morning Emma” then my eyes widen. There’s three other women in here with her. “Oh, hi”“Join us for tea, have you had breakfast yet?” “Er, I’m okay” I try to say but Emma is already opening a shelve to take out another mug, The second woman pushes a chair back for me a small smile on her lips. Maria I think. Joule’s mother. The other two women are I don't know their names but I've seen them with Emma a few times around the compound. “Sit child” she says with a soft smile. And I just know I’m in for it, what?
My neck is still slightly flushed even after my cold shower, I walk eyes downcast to avoid anybody as I make my way to my patrol post. So glad today’s one of those days and not training.I frowned, Knowing I’ll never be able to go by the compound or face Emma again after their line of questioning. Then my embarrassment paved way to annoyance. Like what’s their business if I decide to take my time? And they should be taking it up with him and not me.Time and time again I've wondered the same thing they have and frankly, I'm tired of thinking about it. That's it!I'm not going to keep bothering myself with this whole thing. And everyone should mind their freaking business period. Simple and shut. During patrol, when an army green truck paused close by and Sky jogged over to converse with the driver, I might or might have not slipped directly behind Micah until the truck was far, far away.“Were you just hiding behind me?” Micah had asked. “Hm no, why would I do that?” I responded lo
“You look like death” Mile comments as I enter the kitchen.“Feel like it” I reply as I walk further into the kitchen making way for the fridge. Lily is sitting beside Mile with Mara on her other side, who has a book in front of her.And… the fridge is empty, so I make for the fruit basket on the counter instead snatching off two juicy looking apples. And a peach.I bite into the peach first, sweetness explodes on my tongue, dribbles of juice escaping down my chin. By the time I’m done with it my entire palm is stained with peach juice, I lick my lip and go for the apple next, biting a huge chunk out of it.“Why are you attacking the poor fruits” I hear Lily ask. I turn to her. “I needed something sweet” biting of another chunk this time I try to chew slowly.She gives me a resigned look. “You look like you need more than that. Let’s go sit outside with the others for a while, you could use some air”I shake my head joining them at the table.Mile tries to go for my other apple, I sho
I’m in a good mood today, probably because I got a good sleep last night. I’d gone back to the lodge after the gathering to get changed for bed before going back to Zayne’s . We engaged in a heated bout of kissing. He had pulled me into his lap to straddle him and kissed me like crazy, pampering kissing over my neck and shoulder as he caressed me. I’d never known my neck to be so sensitive until I met Zayne. I’d been damp between my legs, underwear soaked through and my arousal in the air by the time he pulled me down beside him on the bed. How he expected me to sleep after that was beyond me. But I slept off at some point. He was gone by the time I woke up in the morning. Thankfully when I slipped out of there, they were not interfering women to deal with. I’m still feeling chipper when I knock on the door of his office before opening it. “Hey, look what I brought” I shake the pack of candies over my head. “I see” he smiles and puts his tablet away and getting up. Zayne walks
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