We do a few more emotions. Now that I know what to look for, its easier to grasp Well, it would seem grandma Zayne is right, I can sense the emotions of others, and feel them as if they were my own. “With adequate training, you would be able to tell if someone were lying their ass off” I frowned, slightly disappointed as the awe begins to die down, all the fuss, for this? Whatever happened to telekinesis or healing? Something well, cooler, this is fun, but not cool. I’m unable to resist pouting, of course, I’d get the short end of the stick. “I can smell the frustration on you girl, you are disappointed” she cackles. Her thin shoulders shaking with mirth. “You would be too if you were an updated, walking lie detector” I mumbled shooting her a sour look. “Your gift is more… unique if you will, deadly,” she says with a nod of her head. “Yes, I can just see people trembling at the sight of the deadly lie detector, how useful, I just mean if it's going to put a target on my back,
Zayne is already around the table with a bunch of papers in his hand when I come in, he tosses it on the table before sitting, he picks up a pen and continues reading through the paper. “No meeting today?” I ask as I come around the table “Something worst, paperwork” I giggle. “But Katie helps you out” “Only with pack expenses and anything Dark woods related, when it comes to anything outside the pack, I deal with it” he signs at the bottom of a few pages then slips it into an envelope, tying the red string shut, and tosses it on the table like he couldn’t bare to look at it for another moment. Zayne rolls his chair sideways and curls two fingers at me. His pose relaxed, eyes slightly hooded. Unable to resist, I cover the space between us in two steps, with a hand at my hip, he pulls me down to his lap, burying his face in my hair. “So, Nana?” I question. His face in my neck “My mother died giving birth to me, Nana raised me” he pulls back slightly, his eyes smiling “You could
*** “I better give you back or your mate will have my head” Lily had said before walking me back to the house. “No, he wouldn’t” “I already feel bad for returning you injured” I laughed “That was my fault.” “How about we do this, you tell him you tripped and fell after you left, or he might never allow you to visit me again” Another laugh, “That’s ridiculous, besides it's almost completely healed up” I wave my hand at her. We hug again before parting, her heading to the lodge to hang with the girls as Tate has patrol for a couple more hours. Zayne is waiting for me in the living room when I step in. His nose flares as he inhales in my direction. “You’re hurt” it wasn’t a question. “Just a nick, I er… it's already healing” I say instead. Zayne grasps my wrist, smoothing my hand open to see the thing gash that is already healing. “How did this happen?” I pull back my hand, holding it behind me “Doesn’t matter, you said something about food” His eyes hold mine, I think he’
The mind is a powerful tool.Now that I know of it, I don’t try to but I keep reading people, as soon as I’m around living breathing people, their emotions just swim into me, not Zayne though. I have felt him, but only a few times, and when I do, it’s a steady wave. This makes me wonder if it’s because he has a strong grip on his emotions or if he just doesn’t feel a lot.I meet up with Lily on Wednesday, having spent the entire day with Zayne in the house until he had to go for patrol so we opt for a leisure walk around the compound.“Alina?” I turn at the sound of my name.“Hi Rachel”“you haven’t been to training, Oliver says you’re fine though I was concerned,”“Thanks, Rachel, I’m just taking a few days off”“Oh, that’s nice. was just going for a run”“Want to join us?” I ask.“You don’t mind?”“Of course, not”“I was just about to tell Lily about it, we’re keeping it quiet though” “keep what quiet?” lily asksAt the same time, Rachel says “your powers emerged?”“Your ability ha
Zayne is running late so I helped myself to a large portion of soup and bread, I was starving Okay? Emma packs away the rest of the food and stores it in the fridge. We get to making some sandwiches since it’s still early, just early evening. I’ll probably get hungry again before it's time for bed. Afterward, I help Emma do the dishes and clean the kitchen, I wash and she dries putting them away in their appropriate places. The door opens and closes, low footfalls sound and, I bite my lips to hide my smile, a moment later Zayne steps into the kitchen. “Emma,” he says as a way of greeting “I know, I know,” she waves her hands in the air, “let me put this away and I’ll get out of your hair” she puts away the deadly sharp knives and dashed to the sink washing her hands then throws her shawl over her shoulders. “Well, have a good night to you. Have fun” she shoots me a wink over her shoulder before pressing a kiss to Zayne’s cheek before disappearing through the door. I smile at her a
I don’t know if it’s because I have death on my mind when I close my eyes, but for the first time, I wake up with the scent of blood in my nose, the metallic taste on my tongue. And death behind my eyes. I fly out of the bed and rush to the bathroom and retch acid runs up my throat, and nose, a shudder runs through me.“Fucking hell” I breathe, on my knees, eyes closed, I lean my head against the toilet, sucking in air through my mouth into my lungs. When the earth stops moving I open my eyes, get up, and hit flush. I stumble to the sink and run the water. Patting my damp cheeks, needing to get rid of the bile on my tongue.I suck in water, and gurgle it in my mouth before spitting it out, doing it several times until the bitter taste is gone from my tongue, then I squirt a large portion of paste and get to work on cleaning my mouth.I wash my face and pat it dry with a towel, I close my eyes and snap them back open at the sight of blood and death.“Goddess” revulsion in my belly, I r
The feeling of wrongness chases me from my nightmares. Except I wasn’t dreaming of the slaughter this time, at least I don’t think so, closing my eyes, I see fog, the grass is wet, the breeze is still, quiet. I try to peer through the fog, trying to see what? A face maybe? A strange feeling settles in my belly, making me want to get out of my skin, not the erotic way Zayne does but familiar. My stomach churns, and bitter taste on my tongue. I hate being so damned sensitive. A shudder at the thought, pressing my palms to my eyes and releasing an exasperated breath. I wake up late, probably because I slept late, chatting on my phone and then surfing the internet after discovering YouTube until Zayne told me to put that thing away and go to sleep. He sounded like he was losing his patience and I didn’t want to test him. Earlier today, a message was waiting in my inbox from Sky telling me that I’m off patrol duty until I get my shit sorted. Which means more mental exercise for me so I
That night he was fierce with me, fucking me into the bed. Edging me and not letting me reach climax for what felt like hours, deep strokes and changing the rhythm the closer I got. ”Did I tell you,” I whisper “You look so badass and powerful in your office when you are on one of your calls or meetings I get so wet I want you to fuck me while you’re going on about territories and treaties?” my words end in a gasp as he growls in my ear from behind, his fingers playing between my legs, rubbing my clit, my knees tremble. “Is that what you think about when you see me?” He rocks his hips at a steady pace until pleasure washes through me. He turns me over unto my back spread my thighs and thrust his tongue into my mouth, his cock finding its way back inside me “We’re going to make that a reality one day, hmm?” When he finally let me reach completion it had been earth shattering. I lay back blinking to get my eyes to stop seeing stars when he whispered “Do you want him?” I almost hadn't
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