"Arielle has already told me what she knows, so I will now give a detailed report of all the information we have. Is there anyone opposed to this?" Tyler asks. The alphas glance at each other, but no one raises their hand."Seeing as there are no refusals, I will start," Tyler continues. "As we all know, we were made aware of this plot when we noticed an increase in rogue attacks. Thus, we formed this alliance. The next major event was Arielle's kidnapping. As you have been made aware, Arielle is a lycan, so barely any drugs work on her, but somehow she was sedated. This means that our opponent has the resources to create a previously unknown drug that is effective on lycans." Tyler pauses as the gasps echo around the table."Do you know what kind of drug it is?" Alp
Tyler stands, and I follow suit. We walk out of the tent, the sound of chairs scraping the ground ringing in my ears. My hand is still firmly held by Tyler's. We say nothing as he pulls me through the maze of tents. We didn't see a single person during our trip to the tent, but we could hear numerous voices coming from further away in the maze of paths. The familiar sound of the flap follows us into the tent. I glance behind me, only to bump into Tyler when he stops halfway to the bed. "I'm glad you're back," he whispers, wrapping his arms around me. I wrap my arms around him in response and hug him tightly. "I am, too," I manage to say before a yawn renders me incapable of speech for a few moments. Tyler’s chest shakes slightly as he chuckles. "Are you tired?" he asks with another chuckle. "A little," I admit. I stare up at him and watch as he smiles. "Nap time it is then," he says. My feet leave the ground as Tyler lifts me up int
Clank. My fork clatters as I set it down on my plate. Laura prepared a delicious breakfast of waffles and berries. Healthy and filling. Next to me, Tyler's fork scrapes against the ceramic of his plate, making a horrible noise. I wince as Tyler eats the last bite of his waffle. "Time to catch up on work," he says after swallowing. "I'm sure I've got a lot of paperwork sitting on my desk." I let out a low chuckle as I lean back in my chair. "I'll have to check on Techex. Hopefully, Claire was able to step in and handle most of the important work." Our chairs squeak against the floor in unison as we push them away from the table and stand up. "At least I get to work with you," Tyler says and grasps my hand. "Speaking of Claire, you should probably call her and let her know that you are okay." "Thank you for reminding me. I thought about calling her yesterday, but obviously never found the time." Tyler nods his head in acknowledgement and leads me upstairs, stil
I look up at the towering shelves of books that surround me. The shelves have to be organized, I just need to find out how. Removing a book from the shelf closest to me, I read the title, 'Tales from World War II'. I replace the book and pull out another one from further down the shelf. This one is titled 'The History of the Roman Empire'. I must be in the history section. Exiting the row of shelves I was in, I enter a different row of shelves to my right. Seeing titles like 'Minerals and Gemstones' and 'Animals of the Sahara', I knew I was in the science section. I had to search three more sections: languages, music, and mathematics, before I finally found the section that housed the books on the supernatural. At first, all the books I see are about werewolves. Walking further down the row, the topics change from werewolves to vampires to witches. At the very end of the row, in a small section, nearly invisible unless you are looking for it, stand the books about lycans. I
...It took forever to find where the books on lycans are kept, but I finally found them," I inform Tyler before taking a bite of ziti. "Were they helpful?" he asks. I swallow before replying. "Not very. Most were about the myths that surround lycans. I did find a book about the different types of plants that affect lycans though. I think it may give me clues about what was in that sedative. I also found an interesting book. It's called 'Lycan Magic'. I've never heard of lycans being able to use magic so I am excited to read it." Tyler looks thoughtful. "I haven't heard of that either," he agrees. “Are you planning on spending tomorrow in the library as well?” “I will spend the morning reading through those books,” I reply. “What about the afternoon?” he asks. “I promised to help Laura with picking berries and making pies in the afternoon, remember?” I say, rolling my eyes. “Don’t give me that attitude,” Tyler says firmly. “I forgot that you prom
While I am reading through the information on valerian root and jotting down some notes, I stumble upon an interesting fact. In the list of what herbs work well with valerian root is one herb I never expected to see, wolfsbane. I know the standard effects of wolfsbane. For werewolves, it is poison, but it usually only gives lycans a headache. However, I never expected to see it paired with a sedative. Papers rustle as I flip through the book to find the page on wolfsbane. There I learn that wolfsbane can also be a sedative for lycans, especially when combined with hops and valerian root. Hmm. What a coincidence. Those must be the herbs used in the sedative, but something still bothers me. Lycans typically become used to medicines or poisons after a day or two of taking them and the effects greatly decrease. However, I didn't adjust to the sedative until several days after that. I search my memories, and the book, for an answer, but find none. Bored, I shut the book ab
“Who are you?” I growl at the strange woman standing before me. “My name is Emira, the strongest witch alive,” the woman, Emira, boasts. Laura steps closer to me and eases the berry bucket from my hand. She probably realized that I have a better chance of beating this woman than she does. I flex my fingers and prepare to shift. Before I can even start to change forms, the witch’s eyes flash bright green, and I find myself unable to move my arms or legs. “What did you do to me?” I growl at Emira, trying my best to make my hands move. All of my limbs feel like they have been encased in thick cement blocks, making them unable to move. "I cast an immobilization spell," Emira gloats. "You didn't even see it coming, just like you never saw any of our attacks coming." She cackles evilly and sparks fly from her fingertips, singeing the grass around her. "Oops," she giggles. "I got a little too excited. We-" "What are you planning?" I growl, cutting her off. S
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