I step out of the bathroom and spot Tyler sitting on the edge of his bed with his elbows on his thighs. The party ended an hour ago. Tyler left to get ready for bed shortly after it finished. I decided to stay a little longer to wrap up my conversation with Kira and Stella. Tyler was ready for bed by the time I made it up to his room. Sorry. Our room. As of this morning, I am officially sharing a room with Tyler. “We need to talk,” Tyler says as I walk closer to him. “Why is your wolf so big and how are you so good at fighting?” I sigh and take a seat on the bed next to him. “My wolf is actually standard size for a lycan,” I remark. “A lycan?” Tyler asks. “I thought lycans were just legends.” “I certainly hope I am not a legend,” I joke before growing serious. I flop back onto the bed as I explain. “Both of my parents were lycans. The last two of their kind, as far as I know. They were searching for an acceptable werewolf pack to join, but couldn’t find one.
The gym falls silent as Tyler and I walk in. On our way here, Tyler explained to me what they do for training. All wolves meet in the same gym where I fought Kira before training starts. The lead trainers and alpha give them instructions as to what they will be doing. Then the wolves are split into groups and sent to train. Tyler leads me over to an older man, probably in his late thirties or early forties. “This is Eric. He is the lead trainer and is in charge of creating training plans,” Tyler explains. “Nice to meet you, Luna,” Eric says, bowing his head slightly. “It’s nice to meet you as well,” I respectfully reply. “I came to see Moonfang’s training regimen, and to train with a sparring partner.” “I don’t think you will have any trouble completing the workouts,” Eric replies. “Especially if you perform as well as you did during your welcoming ceremony. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get today’s training started.” Eric walks away from us and towa
I hold my pace steady as I run around the track. Even though I finished my twenty laps, I don’t stop. I keep running, feeling each movement of my muscles. I notice Tyler walk over to the sidelines and sit down. He seems to be done. I can feel him watching me as I run. One by one, the other runners finish their twenty laps. I wait until the last runner is seated before joining the group. “Did you enjoy your run?” Tyler asks. “Yeah. I usually run twice that far, but it was a nice warmup,” I reply. Tyler looks surprised. He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it when the instructor starts talking first. “Your next station is core. Meet your core instructor in the smallest weight room within the next fifteen minutes,” he instructs. Our group gathers together before walking there. It looks like we will be staying with the two groups that joined ours. The smallest weight room is located along the far side of the training facility. In order to get there, we had to
A knock sounds from the study door, drawing my attention as well as Tyler’s. We have been working together more often as I deal with my work remotely rather than commuting to the office. “Come in,” Tyler calls. The door swings open to reveal Cole with a thin stack of papers. “We have a slight issue,” Cole states. “What do you mean?” Tyler asks. “The rogue attacks have been growing more frequent. We don’t know the cause of them, but here are the reports on each attack for you to look over,” Cole explains. “Thank you,” Tyler says, taking the papers from Cole. “Have there been any casualties?” “None as of this time. Our warriors only sustained minor injuries. All attacking rogues were either killed by our warriors or killed themselves in our cells. We haven’t been able to get any of them to talk before they are found dead,” Cole replies. “Alright. Arielle and I will look over everything and make a decision. Thank you for reporting this to us,” Ty
Tyler’s plan is far more complicated than mine. He is going to call our neighboring packs to ask for assistance in fighting the rogues. His goal is to be able to join forces and wipe out all of the rogues in the surrounding area. "Alright. Thank you. See you soon," Tyler says. The phone clacks as he returns it to the receiver. He sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. "How did it go?" I ask. "Pretty well," Tyler replies. "Five out of the seven packs agreed to meet with us to discuss our plan." "Why did two of the packs refuse?" "The one is at odds with our pack. We have disagreed many times in the past and they are refusing to cooperate once again. The other wants nothing to do with the rogues. Their alpha believes that helping us will increase the attacks against them," he explains. "That's stupid," I comment. "The rogues will probably attack them anyway. Their best bet is to work with us to prepare for that." "I agree, but they made the
“Thank you for joining us here today to discuss the issues of the recent rogue attacks,” Tyler says. “Are Grim Ire and Crescent Star not joining us?” Alpha Richard asks. “Both packs declined our invitation,” Tyler informs them. He opens the laptop that sat on the table in front of him. With a few clicks, a report shows up on the display screen along the wall opposite where Tyler and I currently sit. “These are the statistics of the most recent rogue attacks on Moonfang. We have not been able to connect the attacks to a certain group of rogues, nor have we been able to determine if there is a mastermind behind them or not,” Tyler explains. “Do you have any ideas as to why someone would want to attack you?” Alpha Mitchell asks, turning to face us. Tyler and I both glance at each other, but remain silent. “Spill it,” Alpha Roman demands. “The two of you know something. Spill it.” “Alpha Roman is right,” Alpha Lukas adds, seeing our hesitation. “We can
Alpha Roman closes the distance between us quickly. I watch for his movements to signal his first attack. Sure enough, his right arm tenses and draws back. I duck to the side only to watch as his fist flies through the area where my head was. Alpha Roman lurches forward as his momentum carries him further than he thought. Taking advantage of this lack of balance, I place a hand against his back and push him away from me. The alpha stumbles forward several steps. I back away from my opponent as he slowly turns around to face me. Alpha Roman’s face is a mask of fury. His eyebrows are drawn together into a frown and one corner of his lips is pulled up into a snarl. His eye twitches as he stalks forward. Whoopsie daisy. I must have injured the unnecessarily large pride that alphas like him have. Alpha Roman closes the distance between us once more and throws a left hook. I dodge it, only to see his leg flying towards my face. He had faked the punch in order to get close en
After our meeting with the other packs’ leaders, the rogue attacks died down. They were fewer in number and lower in strength. Tyler and I began to relax, as did all of our pack members. On my morning stroll through the pack, I notice that the warriors on guard duty are slacking off. Many of them are sitting and chatting at their assigned posts. They are supposed to be watching the woods for any sign of an attack. I continue my walk, now determined to see what the rest of the warriors are doing. The members of each post that I pass are relaxing and chatting, only glancing towards the woods occasionally. This is bad. How can our warriors protect the pack if they are not prepared for a fight and watching for danger? I make my way back to Tyler’s office. “We need to talk,” I say, bursting through the door. I push it closed behind me and wince as it slams shut. “What about?” Tyler asks. “We need to tighten our security. I just walked past all of the guard posts
“Be careful, Kyle!” I call to my eldest as he runs out the back door of the packhouse and into the yard full of people. His younger brothers, Tate and Noah, chase after him. The three boys run through the large tent set up in the backyard as I chuckle at their antics. After defeating the Grim Ire pack and Emira, Tyler and I were finally able to settle down. A year later, Kyle was born. We waited a couple of years to let Kyle grow up before having Tate and Noah. Today, the whole pack is celebrating Kyle’s ninth birthday. “Grandma Claire is here!” Claire announces as she enters the backyard. I chuckle as the boys run over to greet her. Claire was ecstatic when Tyler and I asked her to be a grandmother to our children. She knows that she will never replace my mother, but she still treats me like a daughter. “Alright boys! Let Grandma talk to Mom for a bit. There will be plenty of time to play with her later,” I tell them as they cling to Claire’s hands, trying to pull her
I become aware of many voices around me as my consciousness slowly returns. My fingers twitch to the side and bump against something. The thing moves and then a hand grasps mine. The pleasant tingles that shoot up my arm are all the information that I need to know that the hand holding mine is Tyler’s. “She’s awake,” I hear him cry and several other voices respond. Memories of being locked up in the lab flash through my head and I quickly cast a protective barrier around myself and Tyler. Shouting erupts on the outside of the barrier and I reach up with my free hand to rub my eyes. “Arielle?” Tyler asks. I squint my eyes at the bright overhead lights. All I can make out is a dark figure standing over me. Reflexingly, my fist flies up to remove the threat. It misses the figure and is caught by a warm hand that causes tingles to fly up my arm. “Arielle, look at me,” Tyler commands. I blink several more times, trying to adjust to the lights. My eyes slide around unt
The green lights shoot around the room like little glowing rockets. They crash into my shields and fizzle out. I manage to see a green projectile heading towards the scientists despite the light show happening around me. I quickly throw up a shield around them. They will need to explain any information they have learned and then be judged for their involvement in this at a later time. “Nooo!” Emira shrieks as the green orb collides with the shield and harmlessly fizzles out. “This can’t be possible! I’ve always been stronger than the others!” “Others? What others?!” I question her. “The other lycans!” she wails. I glance at Tyler and notice that he is watching me. We share a look and he nods. “What do you mean ‘the other lycans’?” I shout back. “Did you think you were the first?” Emira lets out a vicious laugh as another round of green bullets collide with my shields. “There have been several before you. My father has been studying your kind for years. E
“So if someone is cursed to sleep, what spell would you use to counter the curse?” I ask Aunt Shanna. “Ah!” she exclaims after pausing to think. “I know just the spell.” She begins to flip through the pages. Words fly past in rapid succession, but I manage to read a few. They mean guard, bind, and dispel. After flipping through half of the book, Shanna stops and points to a page. The explanation of the spell is short and merely states that the spell will wake up the recipient. The magic word is ‘izuzzu’ which means ‘arise’ in the language of magic. This is written at the center of the magic circle and is surrounded by lines that form the shape of z’s. Shanna seems to be watching me because when I glance up at her, she is staring back at me. “How do you end a spell? You said that you end a curse by casting it twice,” I question, looking away from her penetrating stare and back to the book. “Great question!” she cries. “Spells are normally negated by casting the opp
The top half of the page is covered by an intricate design. The center of the design is a small square with a circle surrounding it. Around the circle are letters. Then several concentric rings surround the letters, each one larger than the last. Some are made up of circles connected together. Others are made of octagons and other shapes. The circles end and triangles form yet another circle around the design. In each triangle is a number and each number is different. Finally, there is one last circle that surrounds the entire design and connects the point of each triangle together. I am surprised to find that I can read the letters and numbers even though they are not written in any language that I can recognize. The numbers are in the same order as a clock and the letters at the bottom spell out ‘sleep’ over and over again. Below the design is a short explanation about the spell and how to cast it. “This is a sleep spell,” Aunt Shanna says, interrupting my thoughts.
My nightmare repeats itself over and over again and each time I am younger than before. My helplessness is driving me crazy as I am forced to watch my parents die, unable to help. I wake up for the seventh time and my room is different from how I remember it. The walls are painted purple, but I only remember them being light green. My bed is also smaller. It suits my small, five year old body better than my normal twin size bed. I decide to lie in bed and think about my options. I have tried practically all of them without success. During the third round, I pretended to be sick the whole day, forcing my parents to stay home with me in hopes of avoiding the wolves. This ultimately failed when the rogue wolves broke into our house and killed them. Then I tried going into the city, going to another country, and even visiting the top floor of a skyscraper. Nothing worked. Each time the wolves came without fail. “Good morning, Sleepyhead,” a voice says. I roll my head to t
My eyes open slowly, and I realize that I had fallen asleep on the couch. I sit up, ready to clean up my dishes from dinner, but freeze when I see the room around me. It is smaller than the bedroom in my house, but just as familiar. "Arielle, it's time for breakfast!" voice calls up the stairs to me. "Oh, no. Not this," I whisper as I slowly slide out of bed. The hardwood floor is cold against my feet as I plod down the hallway and into the bathroom. My head barely reaches halfway up the mirror, and my hunch is confirmed. I am the same height as when I was twelve, and I bet today is also my birthday. "Arielle!" The feminine voice calls again. "I'm getting done!" I yell out the open bathroom door. Clanging noises echo upstairs from the kitchen as I shut the door. I get done quickly and rush downstairs. It is hard to believe my eyes when I enter the kitchen. My mom stands in front of the stove, stirring something in a pan while my dad sits at the table reading t
Beep. Beep. Beep. A loud noise awakens me, but disappears as soon as I open my eyes. My vision remains blurry and I swear that I can see a lab room with doctors bustling about surrounding me. My limbs feel heavy and weak. Then I blink and am back in the same bed I woke up in yesterday. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. Nothing has changed when I open them again. I am still sitting in bed covered by my navy blue comforter. My desk stands opposite my bed in the right corner of the room. Both my closet door and bathroom door hang open the way that I usually leave them. I slide off my bed and wait until my feet are buried in the soft, plush carpet before standing up. Then I spot it. My keys are on my desk along with my wallet. I know for sure that I left them hanging up in the hallway as I always do before going to bed yesterday. Perhaps, the day is repeating itself the same as yesterday. If that is true, then I may be in a nightmare. Upon realizing this, my mood immediately improves.
I open my eyes, slowly becoming conscious. The soft fabric surrounding me and lack of pain have me confused. Where am I? Wasn’t I trapped in the lab? How did I get here? Looking around, the room seems familiar. I sit up on the bed and it dawns on me. I’m back home. Not the packhouse, but my old home. Why am I here though? I moved into the packhouse a while ago. I need to go talk to Tyler. He should know. I launch myself out of bed and get dressed as fast as possible. Grabbing my wallet and keys from where they lay on my desk, I practically sprint to my car. I definitely break several driving laws on my way to the packhouse. At one point, I took a turn so hard I nearly flipped my car. My tires squeal as I skid to a stop in front of the large mansion. I don’t even take the time to shut my car door before running into the building and up the stairs to Tyler’s office. The door flies open as I enter the room, accidentally using too much force. A loud gasp echoes in my ears a