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
*** All is fair in love and war, a great many stories have been told about love, in the mortal world, in vampire tales, and even amongst the Olympian gods of old. Even we are not left out of it, the werewolves. Everybody loves, though it is most often followed by tragedy. It is often said that our line started with those three, the three big L's: Life, love, and loss. Not necessarily in that order, many, many years ago, when my ancestors were still mortals that serve the hunt Goddess, Blessed Selena, the moon. A man loved, lost and after much prayer, his sincerity touched the cold heart of our Goddess and his beloved lived again. But like all stories about cheating death and rebirth, there was a price, she became possessed by one of the fierce creatures that are spell bounded by the moon. The soul of a new being merged with hers, there was no way to tell their difference or separate them. Her eyes and hair turned silver like the moon. Thus, making her the first werewol
*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few shades darker than that on my hair, thank the Goddess, I would probably look like a clown with white eyebrows. The old healer in the pack called me blessed child once when I fell and broke my arm and had to go to the clinic for treatment. I didn’t think much of it, probably bec
*** I’d taken one last look at myself in the mirror and exited the bathroom. Today’s party is going to determine the future of my pack. I sighed, at least what is left of it anyway. When I joined the others downstairs, Kent did a head count, and when everyone was accounted for he said. "Remember guys, Dark Woods Alpha has a reputation for being ruthless, both to his enemies and pack, but we're here because He is the only one that invited us, we don't have choices so we need to make this work. Good?" The others nod but I'm not paying much attention. I have no business with Alphas. I avoid them as if my life depended on it. We step out soon afterward leaving the lodge we were staying, I think Kent already did some looking around because he seemed to know where he was going as he led us past several buildings. It was nighttime, seven or eight o’clock. We weren’t given a time so I don’t think we were late. Hopefully, we just had to mingle for a bit, meet a few of the Dark words par
*** He stands, his back to the fireplace, as it's nighttime, I can't see his features well enough from afar except the flames that throw some highlights to his face. From the little I can see I can tell he’s a handsome male, he tilts his head to the side to say something to the male in front of him exposing cheekbones and a sharp jawline, the man moves a bit more to the side, I tilt my head further, trying to get a clearer glimpse. From across the room, he turns, and his eyes capture mine for a moment, just a moment. Something about his gaze seems familiar, but I know for a fact that I’ve never seen him before then he looks back at the man he was conversing with. and I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I look in the bottom of my almost empty cup when I look back up my eyes carry me directly to where I know he's at. As if he can feel my gaze on him his eyes snap to me. Though I’m far from him, I think he just narrowed his eyes. I look away quickly. It's not li
Zayne and I talk almost all through the night, I feel like I could talk to him forever, our conversation is easy and simple some might find it a little bit cliché, we talk about our likes and dislikes but he doesn’t ask me to tell him what I like he just goes on to ask me what I prefer between two opposite things. When I take a decent amount of my punch, I lick the sweetness of my lips smiling a bit. “So, for a girl who likes sweet things what else do you like?” he tips his head at me. Trying to stall a bit I smile at him “Getting to know the new packmate?” He nods at me, “Let’s go with that” I laugh a little, he is charming. I’ve never attributed that to a male. “Books or movies?” “Books” I don’t even need to think about it, with a flip of my hair I lean to the side so I can face him completely. “What about you?” “Movies, why would anyone prefer books to movies?” he makes a baffled expression. “Er… books are way better than movies, in books you get to experience the
I join Zayne and another Dark Woods member for a game of beer pong. “I’ve never played before,” I tell Zayne when he asked me. my lips pursed slightly as I try to figure out the workings of it. His brow almost travels into his hairline at that my words. “Ready to get your ass beat?” the male wolf says to Zayne, he looks to be a few years older than me. Turning to me “I’m the reigning champ around here” his chocolate brown eyes shining with mirth. Zayne shakes his head a little “This is Marc” turning to the male “Alina has never played before, how about you show her how it's done?” “Really? Girl?!” the wolf, Marc couldn’t have looked more shocked, as if I told him I lived in a cave all my life. “But you drink right? This is a drinking game” He waves his hands at the cups scattered on the table in front f us. “I drink alright,” I say, a little embarrassed tipping my chin down to hide my flushed cheeks. "Aww" he coos making it even worst. Once again, I cursed my paleness which
*** I’m in the dark, in a room, I blink once, twice, slowly. in a daze. No… not a room, a cave? I feel the earth beneath my bare feet. Smooth and cold. What...? I look down but I can’t see my body like I’m here but not here. The walls of the cave shimmer a soft light, moonlight. I want to look around, turn around and maybe leave this place but my body is not my own, I go forward instead. I don’t walk, I float toward the light, what is this place? How did I get here? When I get closer, I see that the light shines a path through a hole with jagged edges in the ceiling of the cave. There’s a raised platform in the center of the room, rectangular, coming to stop at my hip, well where my hip would be if I had a body. The full moon lights up the dais, it’s slightly unwavering, I can't help but notice the moon shining onto the dais, the path is so direct. A beam as though it was meant to be just so. A hand, feminine fingers appear on the dais, moving towards a cir
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