Mag-log inMark Alvarez spent his childhood as the unwanted werewolf of the Delphic Pack; growing up he was excluded and had no ally or friend to call his own, and parts of his memories missing since the age of seven. With many behavioral issues he remained on the outskirts of the pack, until the night his wolf awakened on his eighteen birthday. A truth long buried resurfaced, bringing with it recollections buried deep in his psyche. Mark awoke to flashes of a deep-seated secret that overturned his life, haunted by the memories, Mark ended up consumed with thoughts of revenge and hatred. A rage further made complicated with the unexpected pleasure of meeting his mate; Blake Worthington. With tempers running high, repressed emotions resurfacing and enemies closing in, Mark and Blake circle each other in a dramatic retelling of Love, Passion and Misunderstandings afoot, and a Dark Entity dogging their steps, the two find themselves thrown into a blood spilled destructive course of secrets and mystery. Editor: B.Leena & Sahiba
view moreMark feels as if the world is spinning around him. It didn't make sense why, every time he thinks that he is finally getting to know him well, he is hit by another truth once more. It's one thing for Blake to not forgive him, but it's totally a different thing for him to lie to him over and over again. He doesn't know what to believe and what not to believe anymore. And now, looking at the fear and panic-filled on Blake's face, he realizes that without a doubt, he has been lied to once again. Soon he realizes the brutal truth! So, everything that has happened is only because of him. He is responsible for all these. If… if only he didn't leave him behind then...might be, Blake wouldn't have turned out to be like this today. It's happened because he failed his duties as his mate. Despair engulfs him from within as
Mark notices a note card lying on the floor. He then suspiciously looks around the room. This doesn’t look like a house that has undergone a torrent only a few hours back at all. After waking up, he has been expecting to see something like a blooded path, broken furniture, headless wolf or even a vampire with an empty chest cavity. But is he seeing now? Absolutely nothing, not even a speck of dust. Its looking as if the house has magically cleaned itself or something. Everything is spotlessly clean and in its place like before. There isn’t even a drop of blood to be seen. In spite of the house undergoing a thorough cleaning, he can still smell blood in the air which is the only proof that whatever has transpired is true and not some freakish dream of his. When the fishy smell of blood suddenly stings him in his nostrils, he feels suffocated. Oh Shit! he can never get used to this smell. He qui
Blake slowly drifted into a restless sleep as the night grows deeper and the cold gradually sets in. He finds himself standing in a corridor, standing before two double doors, the gold handles gleaming in the light. A light music floats into his ears from behind the door. The soft sound of the violin forms a beautiful memory and yet, as he looks at the all too familiar corridor, he gets a sense of déjà vu. As he looks around at the marble tiles with exquisite design, the family portraits mounted on the painted walls and the gleaming chandelier high above his head, he feels like this is a place where he has seen before but no matter what he is unable to remember where he has seen before. Suddenly, a gentle hum of conversation interrupts his wandering mind which seems to be coming from inside the room. Listening to it, he hurriedly moves away from the door. He unsteadily walks back, his whole body shudderin
From behind, Mark fiercely pounces on the wolf who is about to wound his mate. He growls at the wolf angrily, sinking his fangs deep into his skin and brutally tearing off its neck. Blood gushes out of the wound and splatters on the ground, dyeing the floor in red. The wolf falls on the floor stiffly, his body jerking each time the blood flows out from his neck. Mark listens to the weak whimpers he makes, his ultimate effort to desperately hold on to his dear life. After making sure that the wolf was no longer moving, he quickly goes to Blake’s side. Mark smells blood from his mate. Concerned, he immediately turns to examine his body to find the source of the blood. Blake is now pitifully lying on the ground, unconscious. Because of constant blood loss, dripping from his wound, his face is becoming paler. Seeing him lying so pitifully on the
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