Drinking it, Edmond added, "Not that it matters; darkness was darkness; I believed it was always their answer, a sad but true reality at the same time.""Yes, my friend." After their hunger plight and exchange of rye bread and beef jerky, they agreed to travel north towards the lake, where some of the two pack allies must reside.After some point, the air was rich with the fragrance of leaves and loam, and it was moist too. Even so, many hours after the rains have passed, the soil remains wet, releasing its heady fog. The melody of running water in the stream has the same slumberous quality as music; Raymond wants to stop just to drink in the melody. On the side, the berries were red and bitter, but with just the right amount of sweetness.He took in all the air her lungs could hold and expelled it. These hikes were like a trip out of her life, a visit to somewhere where the measuring of time was done only by the rising and setting of the sun. Raymond went his way through the skinny t
Two days later.Sage picked himself up off the floor and realized he could remember nothing from the time he’d entered the doorway hand in hand with Sophie until now. He shook the fuzziness from his head and glanced around, finding Sophie near him. He sighed in relief and reached out to lay a hand on her arm.When Landon jumped from Eve's windows through his unstable passageway yesterday, it made Sage sick. He followed his brother, but to no avail. His trip had not been pleasant, but he wasn’t retching on the floor the way Sophie had been. After then, they knew they'd been poisoned and that Eve's was missing. So many questions remain unanswered.Why Eve?He thought to himself.Greg was already up and examining the room.Sophie got to her feet, and Sage struggled to stand, too. They stood in the middle of a darkened chamber. Symbols were etched into the veined marble floor, and tables, interspersed with tall, carved armoires, lined the room. Bowls and cauldrons sat atop the tables, alo
Savannah Pack Sophie Savannah, a 25-year-old pack doctor yawned as she shut the clinic pantry room door carefully, aware of her two colleagues, both of whom were on a nightly shift in the clinic. Her phone rang as she approached the receiving room with a slice of toast in one hand and her large purse in the other. She'd been at the clinic for nineteen hours and was on the verge of collapsing. Werewolf or not, a creature without sleep is useless, she thought to herself. "Good morning, people! I'm done for today, you can call me on my cell in case of any emergency, okay?" She muttered groggily, then again her juggling attempts resulted in her toast landing on the rug. "D*mn it! Why did it do that all the time?" "Morning, Doc, and please get yourself a good sleep; you already look like a zombie," one of her assistants muttered before sipping her coffee. "Another toast?" the green eyed male assistant added with a smirk. "Come on, doc, it's not surprising anymore, you need rest. You ca
With Beta Sage's powdered-blue eyes twinkling with delight, he bent his head and gently caressed Sophie's chin. "Oh, sweetheart, you are such an innocent, pure pawn." "What?" What on earth did he mean by that? Sophie ignored his words as she drew her head away, electricity whizzing along her nerve ends. The joy she'd felt upon realizing she wasn't being abducted but rather saved was quickly replaced by a rush of hatred when she met mockery in the eyes of her future brother-in-law. After all, it was open news among the werewolf kingdom that this devil's elder brother, Alpha Landon, was her mate and the future Master of all alphas or the King in the Kingdom of Vienna. Sophie sighed as she looked at the man. His suit was well-cut and a deep midnight color, with the jacket stretching across broad shoulders and unbuttoned to show the white T-shirt he sported rather than a shirt and tie. The T-shirt was just long enough to cover his large chest's powerful, well-defined outlines. But it
"But don't be concerned, we know it wasn't you," Sage growled. Sophie's eyes widened, and the pale face that highlighted the freckles on the bridge of her little straight nose deepened. She had never met a man so obnoxious and shameful in her entire life; she had graduated from a prestigious university with flying colors, become a successful doctor at the age of 25, and was the daughter of an alpha and a luna of Savannah's pack. She was certainly one of the girls no one dared make fun of, but she had never met Sage. His pack may be one of the most powerful, and his father may have been the Master Alpha, but Sage didn't have an ounce of manners. "What did you say?" she asked irritably, and a wave of fury crashed through her. "Well, the first thought was that you might have gotten tired of waiting for Landon to pop the question and decided to nudge things along." Such an ass, she thought. "Why in the hell would I want to do that?" In the hothouse emotional atmosphere her knee-jerk
Sage moved forward, bending his body towards her and levering his shoulders off the leather-padded backrest and seat. "And what exactly would someone like me fail to comprehend, doctor?" Sophie clenched her teeth and tilted her head. Her wolf growled, but it didn't take away the sense of being trapped or the nerve-racking impact of his testosterone aura. She would have accepted the opportunity to crawl out of her skin if it had been provided at the time. "Duty," she said, her jaws clenched. Sage's mockingly sardonic laugh was delivered from his throat. "Of course, obligation. Duty! And all of this contributes to my brother being the alpha that he is." His languid handclap exacerbated her rage. "What is funny about that?" Sophie raised her brow. His pupils dilated. "I'm sorry," he muttered, sounding far from sorry. "Was I supposed to be inspired by your sacrifice? Oh, I don't think it's amusing, dear; I think it's awful that you're so thrilled about martyrdom. Being a saint. I'd bl
Beta Sage pressed his body against the unyielding door that led to a rooftop deck. It gave suddenly, bringing a pleasant wind into the heated chamber. The vista was as striking as the plumbing was unique. His shower had started off chilly and then almost scalded him. Oh well, maybe it was time he learned how the other half lived, even if that half didn't have a lineage as renowned as his own. His lip curled into a sardonic grin for a split second. Sage had never been able to take his heritage seriously for obvious reasons, given that his reputation at school had been that of a regal bastard. A rap on the door prompted him to turn, but before he could reply, Alpha Landon entered the room, his usual smile missing. "Reading your body language, brother, I'd say you were just informed you've got weeks to live, or you've just had a head-to-head with our dear daddy." "Shut up, Sage! I'm exhausted," Landon rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. "You are always tired, anyway." "Not surpri
"I'm curious, Sage. If dad knew, what do you think he'd do?" Alpha Landon asked, his eyes worrying. Beta Sage moved over to his older brother and placed his hand on Landon's shoulder as his annoyance gradually subsided. He assertively said, "He won't, Landon, stop worrying. Our mother's 'affair' love letters were burned. Nobody is aware that they ever existed, remember?" The young brothers had not known at the time they discovered their mother's love letters hidden under a floorboard that despite breaking off the affair after she discovered she was carrying her lover's child, Luna Robinson's pack had continued to see her lover after the child she had conceived with him had been born. "Perhaps father was aware of it; after all, his wolf would experience pain if mother made love to her lover, wouldn't it?" Landon inquired once more, behaving more like a teenager than the master-alpha-to-be of the werewolf kingdom. Sage grimaced and said, "Of course not; mother would know how to utili