The words of an article she read the week before about the men in power in the kingdom came back to her. The captivated writer had argued that the new Robinson's Alpha was complex, referring to glimpses of the primitive heathen behind the elegant façade. Heathen? Sophie, she told herself, this isn't going to help. The automobile abruptly exited the tiny road they had been travelling on for several miles and passed through large gates that sprang open as they approached. The discomfort in her gut gave her an extra-hard kick as the gates closed behind the automobile that had followed them since they'd left Savannah. The driveway, illuminated at ground level by rows of lights, seemed to go on for miles. Sophie didn’t mind; she was in no hurry to arrive! Robinson’s Pack This is it, Sophie, this is not just a vision, this is reality. She thought to herself. Finally they stopped, the uniformed driver pulling up in front of a building with a Georgian façade. This was a private house, no
A week later. The Bos Coffee Shop, where Sophie and her personal bodyguard, an enforcer named Greg Reynolds, had lunch, was once cloistered and closed, with so many tables and so little room. Now the shop was open-air, a sort of covered patio with tables spaced a respectful distance apart. Which wrap up in the wintertime, dressed for the occasion, patrons hands warmed and breath rose in serendipitous puffs as they enjoyed their warm coffee, sweetbreads, cookies, and foam art, the sweetness of chocolate cups, freshly baked goods, and soothing music; the shop patio was Sophie's happy place. Here she noticed everyone, the corner shops, and the Robinson’s Pack University a few yards away. She had a happy time here with Greg for the past few days. They had a never-ending argument about his many theories about everything on the planet. She knew Greg was gay and a genius at everything, and he was kind, funny, and witty at the same time. Sophie noticed how around the edges were food vendor
Every time Sophie went inside with another test and another diagnosis, she "knew" it was something crucial this time, and she went out with her sanity put at ease, or at least knowing the right tests had been authorized with her bodyguard, who at least never left her side. Did Sage know about her situation?Maybe he did, but didn't care?However, Greg was always there with her, giving her silly talk and silly answers to her inquiries. However, after the initial diagnosis by the doctors,"There are some complications, and she might not survive; it seems like she has silver particles in her blood, and it's in the worst stage. It went to her heart now." The doctor announced.Greg was speechless, and fear crossed his face as tears shimmered in his eyes. Slowly, he turned around to look at the only person who understood him.What the hell happened? He didn't know she had silver in her blood.What the hell is happening?This is unbelievable—one minute she is okay and laughing, and one minut
However, the scene changed, and then she felt grateful that she was now outside of the dark forests. On her left, the landscape felt like it was her comfort reward—a beautiful, lush grassland through which she sauntered on an isolated path. On her right, she saw wild goats and wild sheep scraping on either surface, consuming their meals and unaware of her. Moreover, the cold, raw air was beating them from the left. But no one seems to mind; after all, their fur protects them from the elements. A sheep in hell? You've got to be kidding me! Sheep were not hell's creatures, they were from heaven. She groaned. But there was no trace of people on this trail apart from a worn-out track that curled through the snow blanket of grass on her right. Oh, really, Sophie? Do you expect people in your nightmares? Really? What is this Stephen King novel? The cold air replenished Sophie's lungs, and they were now bursting with fresh air as she observed the orange sunset cascading down a rift of c
Sage kept a close eye on Sophie; it was a miracle she awoke, after all, it had been a year since his Luna had been in a coma. The kingdom, the pack, was on edge. His father was worried since battle had broken out between neighbouring packs due to stories spread by traitors and the Crusade, who knew Sophie was one of Carlos' girls, the Savannah pack had been ambushed, and the Crusade had been on the run from humans. Everything was a jumble. Sage required Sophie for her vision, but it had been a year of futile effort, and she had finally awoken. Looking at the pale face of Sophie, Sage noticed her emotions were not easily suppressed on her innocent face. Her pain was apparent in the crease of her lovely brow and the downward curvature of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep blue and sometimes green of restless grass, with a magic of unfortunate plight. A window! Sage realized that as he stared into her eyes, he knew all the beauty in the universe coul
"What pressing matters?" Sophie asked."Well, the thing is, since you—um, you were in deep sleep, war between packs started, and the humans joined in.""What? Why? I thought our marriage—""Sophie, you were asleep. We—I mean, you weren't exactly cooperative when you couldn't even open your eyes—you couldn't give us a vision that could help us. You are the last seer, and by now, the council knew about your ability, but—""But I was poisoned or drugged? And I was useless for a year?" Sophie intruded as she threw her hand in the air dismissively.He nodded his head. Yes, and that... here on the vanity table, you need to check yourself for you to believe that you're different now, go check yourself."Trying to stand, Sophie groaned.This better be good, she thought to herself.The silky blanket that covers her fell down the floor, and Sage turned his head immediately, trying his hardest not to look at the beautiful smooth legs of the woman who invaded his every night, making him feel st
Sage smirked and pushed more commands into her mind.Sophie groaned as her eyes rolled, literally."Bloody hell, that was cotton candy nice, like I'm sort of on drugs," she sighed.Wait! Yes, I'm a demon. I can fly and turn myself into a bat! Ha! Take those bitches! Pacing around she began to panic. But her brain couldn't accept the knowledge. It was like a computer that was overloaded. There was no definite processing capacity, and when her ability to process stopped, her fear exceeded that of panic attacks. It was like her brain was a machine with decreased inputs that couldn't do anything other than being frozen.Frozen. Her thoughts were frozen. Cold. Chilled.Sophie gasped. She was beyond mortified. "Stop that!"Unrevealed to her, Sage pushed more commands into her mind for her to stop panicking and breathe normally and with sudden vigor, Sophie asked. "Wait, let me get this straight. I am now a demon werewolf without a wolf, a seer without a vision?""Yes." Sage chuckled."And I
Landon?Cherryl?And someone was holding them hostage.Sage stared in the mist and saw someone holding Landon’s leash.Landon went obediently, head down, a good and docile victim. Up the five battered steps, across the narrow porch to the front door, and pushed it shut. They stopped. Landon did not look up. He did not look at their captor."Through the door," the captor said in his soft command voice.Cherryl trembled.Landon groaned.
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
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
A few hours later, Alpha Henry took his cup of tea and savored the fresh minty taste. The cup of tea was small enough to fit in the palm of a child, holding that potent brew only the hardiest of the grown-ups could savor. Sipping it, he simply added it and looked at Eve. "By any chance, you knew something about where they took Elizabeth and the rest of them, Eve?""Yes, probably in the Devil's Forest.""Are you sure, Eve?""I'm sure. I was never wrong. The only forest that would disable the werewolves to shift, or more likely, the southern pack, has demon warriors and rogues on their side. It only made sense now. They've abducted Tomas before, and he wasn't able to fight them back, and because he wasn't able to communicate with his wolf, he became feral. Most likely, the one who had Jefferson and his family were feral."Sophie interrupted them, saying, "Eve, what does this devil's forest look like?""Glad you asked. From my knowledge, it was a cursed forest where any supernatural powe
"Who is this, Eve?" Sage appeared from behind them. His lips twisted. The words made the skill sound imperiously elegant. Eve swallowed a lump before she turned around and said, "Alpha Sage, this is Alpha Henry, ally of the north." Henry gasped, I'm sorry, Eve, Alpha Sage? The Alpha Sage? " he asked in bewilderment. Unbelievably surprised, he heard so much about this legendary alpha traveler, but none seemed to have seen him or knew him personally. It had been rumored that he wore a disguise and could vanish in thin air. He was rumored to be the only one who could travel in time and was cursed for eternity. If this was Alpha Sage, then he was indeed fortunate to have such an honor to see him face to face, and knowing that he was indeed real and not just the figment of imagination was a privilege enough. "Yes, I'm Alpha Sage of the Robinson Pack; how did you know me?" A few seconds passed before Henry could answer. "Pardon, um, I heard from, um, rumors, tales, and all," Henry respo
In the afternoon, Alpha Henry arrived at the misty woods and shifted into his human form. Butt-naked, he looked for something to cover himself and found a banana leaf. He wrapped it around his exposed manhood, tied it carefully around his waist, and then whispered a safe passage to the hidden cottage of Eve. Few knew about it, yet he was one of those few who was fortunate enough to know the precise location of her hidden location. Whispering words to the garlands, the foggy cottage was now visible as he knocked on the door and silently waited for Eve to open it. Surveying the surroundings, he noticed how the front door opened slightly, and the enclosed, tiny stone porch carried the aroma of flowers and the warmth of the home. The old wooden veranda was where one would relax when the chance of a conversation with passing neighbors was welcome, yet it was all covered in mud and drops of recent blood. "Eve?" On the left side, some plants reached up past the wooden railings and branched
"Holy crap! Should we help Sage, Raymond?" Sophie asked and was startled by Tomas' howls. They were hiding behind a gigantic tree, trying not to get near two vicious fighters.A minute passed, maybe more, and the only thought that kept pounding through Sophie’s brain was. She has to help him. She has to help Sage."I don't think it's a good idea, Luna Sophie." Eve muttered. "Let them. Don't worry about your mate. He is an alpha for a reason.""Well—" But out of shock, Sophie’s mind wouldn't even let her think, her feet running towards him. Ultimately, she knew he didn't need any help, but she did anyway. "Sage... don't kill, Tomas."Tomas's wolf snapped out of its confusion and snatched its neck from Sages's mouth. In that second, Sage backhands across Tomas’ face. The wolf's head whipped to the side, and the smack echoed around them as he dropped to his bottom onto the moist ground."Stay there, Sophie." Sage yelled. Sophie halted.Red blood flowed from the wolf’s stouts from the spl
Alpha Henry woke up suddenly. It was just a dream, but it felt like it was real. He was confused for a while and tried to remember what happened as his bewildered mind began to ensue. He discovered that he was still on the floor of the banquet hall, below the table, and thankfully hidden. With all that wolfsbane in their drinks, it was all a loss. The northern pack manor didn't burn after all.All around him was blood, and dead bodies lay neglected humans and werewolves in human form. He glanced around and surveyed the banquet hall, yet no one appeared to move. The headache told him it was time to rest someplace quiet, to ride out the storm within his brain, for with time, pain does wane.Unhurriedly and carefully, he sauntered his way out of the manor and breathed in a lungful of the fresh morn
A dozen feet away, Sophie saw all the disregarded cadavers. Ten, or more. Gawking at it, she shuddered from the horror.Dozens of small mounds of earth were visible there. The heaped soil looked very dark in the moonlight. It must have looked even darker to humans. And still, Eve and Raymond did not move.Almost all of it has been disgustingly slaughtered for food, with the head, limbs, and entrails removed.It was suddenly very quiet.Some small thing chittered in a tree. The wind rattled the grass. And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in her secret self.Sophie shivered as she thought about how the small dirt road was barely visible. You almost had to know it was there. But she knew. She had been there before. The road ran for two and a half miles, twisting three times through the sawgrass, through the trees, alongside a small canal, deep into the swamp, and into a clearing.Except the old vegetable garden out in th
As Landon’s face passed over, he moistened his clitoral area and smelled the sweetness and sensual scent of her juices. As soon as the underwear was gone, his tongue found her wet mound. Her body trembled as the tip of his tongue flicked back and forth over her protruding clit. Casey spread her legs, and Landon gawked as her engorged lips spread, showing him the entrance to her tight mound. As her lips spread open, they allowed a tiny trickle of dampness to escape. Landon licked it up with his tongue. The intense taste refreshed his mind. He felt her pull on his pants and boxers.She jerked his head up to hers, and as she locked on to his lips, her tongue danced in his mouth, teasing him. Landon felt her cool hand grip his thick, hard shaft."I want this buried in me now!" He compelled and guided the tip of his shaft to the entrance to her moist mound. He began to thrust toward her, only moving enough to wet the head of his rod between her parted lips. Adding some strength, his head b