Alpha Ink of Crystalheart Pack’s daughter was dead.Standing among the other Sages, Kaizen stared at the body lying on the bed with an expressionless look. Her body was white as snow, like every drop of blood had been drained; her pupils were wide and white; and at the corner of her mouth were blood stains.“It's poison. The smell is nauseating.” Ciel examined without getting close to the corpse with a grimace. “There's signs of struggle. She must have suffered before death. Whoever did it is malicious.”Jarvis sauntered over to the little table beside the bed and picked up an empty glass. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. He immediately grimaced in disgust and walked back, extending the glass to Kaizen. “It's a monkhood and wolfbane.” Kaizen took the glass from him and sniffed under his nose and indeed it was a monkhood fixed with wolf-bane, the deadliest form of poison for a werewolf.“Do you know what this means?” Azrael stated but was interrupted when the loud sound of reson
Reyna entered the packhouse library with a determined look and went straight for the first section but as soon as she grabbed a book off the shelf, a head popped out of nowhere, causing her to jerk in startle and the book fell to the ground with a thud.“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” Cein giggled at the look on her face and he walked out of his hiding place.“Very funny,” the redhead snorted and picked up the book from the floor. She read the title and realized it wasn't what she sought. She placed it back in its position and grabbed the next book but suddenly, Cein was in front of her, smiling wide and large, just like the glasses on his face. Reyna ignored him with a tsk.She wondered why the brothers chose to embarrass themselves with these glasses when they did not need them. Werewolves have sharp senses; it was like insulting the moon goddess's intelligence by using those human tools. “What are you looking for? I can help you.” Cein offered his help, watching the redhead w
Roxanne loathed physical training more than the next person. She wished she could stay at the back and remain concealed behind the rest of the girls, but she knew with Kaizen's gawking eyes that she couldn't escape even if she strived.“Roxanne.”Roxie sighed at the sound of her name and hauled her legs to the center of the field, where her opponent waited for her like a piece of meat. She looked at Kaizen, who stood at the side. She gave him a pout but he rolled his eyes. She looked back at her opponent; there was a glint in the champion’s eyes as she looked at Roxie who grimaced at the sight.Roxie swallowed hard, her throat dry and her mind raced with strategies that she wasn’t sure would work, but there was nothing wrong with trying. She only needed to survive this once and go back to her bed. She got into a fighting stance.Suddenly, her opponent was lunging forward. She swung a wild punch aimed at Roxie’s head, who barely ducked in time as her fist grazed the top of her hair. Ro
Kaizen sauntered down the rails of stairs that led to the basement of his home, dragging along with a heavy iron chain.It was that time of the month again. 29 of each month, to be precise. That time of the month when the darkness inside of him grew and became unbearable—a creeping dread feeling he knew too well. Kaizen felt it in his bone; it was there—that familiar tightening of his chest and the gnawing hunger that sluggishly began to consume him from the inside and slowly made its way outside.He walked into the basement; it was dark with a rotten smell in the air and chains hanging from the wall heavy and rushed, their links thick and malicious. He remembered the days he had spent alone in this basement, every 29 of each month, caging the monster within him from coming out to play.Kaizen remembered the first time he shifted. He was just a 14-year-old boy who thought he was abnormal for not growing up the same way the rest of his peers did. He remembered that day vividly. He had
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She sat on her silver and ebony throne, a queen. With an exhilarated expression in her soulless eyes that suggested a fire blazing inside them, she fixed her gaze on her prey. As her aura changed to something ominous and oppressive yet attractive, she lay back on her throne, one leg crossed over the other, and allowed her control and aura to be felt in every corner of the space. It was just as delicious, and once you took a sniff, you quickly became hooked and killed without realizing it. She glanced at them, a smirk stretching over her bow-shaped lips that seemed to have been colored with something bolder and darker than blood, and her eyes glittered with a predator's gleam. She watched them more like prey and pawns than her people. “All hail the Luna!” They fell to their knees and bowed until their foreheads touched the glossy black floor tiles at the thunderous and unrestrained order, hailing the powerful Luna. She watched them with thrill, and as she laughed, the esoteric and
Roxanne's mouth hit the floor."Come on, Mom, it's my birthday today, I promise to be back before 10 p.m." Gosh, she wasn't even a child anymore. She was 19 and in college!For some reason, Roxanne could read the tyranny in her Mother's brown eyes and it was escalating with each ticking second, followed by the continual twitch of her fingers that she was attempting to hide. Roxanne didn't need to be a genius to know something was going on. "You can't leave this house tonight. T-they are going to come for you; you can never step out!" Mrs. McKenna's breath hitched with every word. For once, she wished things would go her way. It has been 19 years, why now? Why ever?Roxanne's lips slightly parted in disbelief and quickly, her brown eyes went to her Father, who, compared to his wife, was still acting rational. "They? What's going on, Dad? Who's coming for me?"She didn't want to inquire but she wasn't fooled by their behavior which started a few months ago. They were constantly on the
"Is that so, Gloria? Tell me more." Roxie’s voice was barely distinguishable as she stalked toward Gloria, who had a grin adopting on her lips. If she couldn't satisfy her trophy boyfriend, someone else was going to do it for her. It was as simple as that. Gloria laughed. She stepped forward, her lips parting to carry on but Roxie was faster as she readily reached out and seized her roughly by the hair and smashed her face into the washing sink that was brimming with blocks of ice. Gasps full of dread ruptured from everyone, but they sounded like cheers in Roxie’s ears, followed by an influx of authority in her veins that felt phenomenal as she drove Gloria’s face deeper down the ice, relishing every cry of anguish she left out. "Roxie!" Ryker exclaimed, reaching out for his girlfriend who looked out of her mind. It was mortifying! However, she prodded him off and thrust harder on Gloria's head, wanting to derail that face she used in snatching her boyfriend! Filthy swine! Roxie