On cue, the push of command was lifted from Sophie's mind.Sophie shouted, "What the?" She stood up unexpectedly and asked, "Are you out of your bloody mind? You arshole! Why the hell…""Okay then, a little push it is." Sage feigned a confused look and raised a brow when he stared at her. His eyes revealed a gentle concern. He laid his hand on her hand on the table and added a smirk. "If you need more than comfort, who am I to ignore your little request?" The rumor was in his voice and was hopeful, yet playful at the same time. "Just tell me when you need an alpha push, yeah?However, Sophie's thought was running out of control. With Sage's prominent jaw curving around and the strength of his neck showing in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body, and with his deep blue eyes, she was lost, lost by its alluring ocean-deep hues.She scolded herself for thinking too much about his eyes; why the hell did she end up thinking about his eyes and smile anyway? Sophie then slo
Morningstar Packsouthern part of the werewolf kingdom.It had been months since Landon had gone missing—months of hiding from the demon who tortured them after they eloped—and yet, Cherryl was still hoping that somehow, Landon would come back. Come back for her, because he promised he would.That morning, Cherryl’s eyes snapped open.That damn rooster!Every morning, the little beast insisted on waking up the whole farm.Cherryl pushed herself out of bed with a groan, gathered up some clothes, and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. Being alone and with only the animal farm as a companion was never easy, but she didn't have a choice but to wait and hope Landon was still alive to fulfill his promises.She sighed.Even though the damn rooster had no respect for her—the creature that fed and sheltered him—she loved that old rooster. Despite his penchant for attacking her, determined to peck her eyes out, she fed the damn thing extra food every day in an effort to win over his affect
This option could be a product of too much television, she thought, but as Cherryl reached out and touched the cool transparent wall of her silver cell and watched the creatures move around in their enclosures, hearing the dull roar of various animal sounds filling the hold around her, it felt all too real.If she had indeed been abducted, and the stories were to be believed, this had happened to a lot of people.And those people were returned to Earth to tell their crazy tales!But I'm nothing but a human. I’m a werewolf, for fuck’s sake.Looking around, she called her wolf again. It stirred from the depths of her mind, but it was unconscious. Not moving or talking to her.Cherryl felt a surge of hope.Whoever abducted me will come down here, run some crazy experiments, and then let me go. I can survive that, probably. And when I get back, I'll invest in a tin foil hat and never tell anyone what happened. Ever. But was this human action? Was she abducted by FBI agents? NSA? M16? or
Heaving a sigh, Cherryl retreated to a corner and sat down gingerly, being careful of her sore butt.Now that the water had been brought to her attention, Cherryl realized how thirsty she was. She eyed the trough and grimaced. As callous as it sounded, she was grateful the cows were trying it first so she'd know if it was poisoned, but she was definitely not looking forward to sharing drinking water with them. As much as she loved the animals, drinking their saliva-laced water did not sound fun or particularly hygienic, but maybe her wolf could. The problem was, she couldn't shift."Landon, where the hell are you?" She mumbled softly.A few minutes later, Cherryl watched them like a hawk when they finished to see if they suffered any ill effects before she braved it herself, despite her reluctance. After waiting for what felt like an hour with no signs of worrisome behavior, she stood and moved to the water.No choice, she has, to at least get herself into not dying from dehydration.
Hours passed, and Cherryl was bored, hungry, and exhausted, having been woken up in the middle of the night. She guessed they'd been in the cell for eight or nine hours at this point. Deciding she had waited long enough, she tore off a corner of the food loaf and sniffed it. It looked disgusting, all yellow and brown swirled together, but it smelled kind of like rosemary, which was nice.Goddess, even her wolf wouldn't like this, but she doesn't have any choice or she'll die hungry.She licked it first, then paused, waiting for any tingling or burning sensations. When nothing happened, she tore off a chunk and took a small bite, chewing slowly. It tasted like mashed potatoes, apples, berries, and raw carrots. Not the most palatable mix of flavors, but edible.When she finished her fist-sized chunk, she decided to stop there. Now that she had food in her stomach, Cherryl couldn't fight her exhaustion anymore, despite the dangerous predicament in which she found herself. Laying down on
It was day number twenty, according to the tally marks on the floor, and Cherryl was sitting in her corner, watching the animals as per usual and eating 'dinner'. She was thinking about the last time she took a bubble bath —they were so damn relaxing, and she was regretting she hadn't indulged in more of them—when movement caught her eye.What the hell was that?She knew she heard something. It wasn't the usual sound from the animals.As she turned her head to see what it was—her first thought was that some of the animals had escaped—she saw two... creepy people. They were wearing what looked like body-hugging, tin foil onesies that covered them from neck to toe.What the fuck? From the scent, Cherryl knew they were demons.They had sickly green skin, no noses, pronounced eye sockets, wide, lipless mouths, and gill-like frills on either side of their long necks. They also had to be close to seven feet tall.Now that the much-anticipated moment was finally upon her, Cherryl was struck
Cherryl walked all day but didn't see or hear any signs of water, and she was miserably uncomfortable. What kind of forest does not have any rivers or anything related to something that has water?Besides being incredibly thirsty and tired, she was hot as hell and sweating profusely. Her warm clothes, while perfect for fall weather back home, were not at all suited to this forest-jungle and were soaked through with sweat.Her cardigan had joined her long-sleeved shirt around her waist, leaving her in just her black cami, and her fleece pajama pants were rolled up to her thighs. She was sure she looked ridiculous, but she was beyond caring.Also, walking for miles in work boots with no socks sucked. She had blisters on her blisters, and her long hair was sticking to her face and neck. She was keeping an eye out for a straight, skinny stick, hoping she could peel the bark off of it and use it like a pencil to hold her hair up in a bun, but no luck so far. There was no way her hair tie w
"What about Fur Dem?" she asked, referring to its demonish magical fur, scratching the beast behind its ears.The furball squeaked and started tapping its front set of paws on the ground, probably in response to her petting, but Cherryl chose to take it as confirmation that it liked her ironic pick of names."Fur Dem, it is," she proclaimed with a smile.She carefully scooped up the wiggling, fuzzy white babies and set them down on the ground in front of her before standing and walking back to her little nest, where she'd left her shirt.The animal made a distressed squeaking sound behind her and tugged on the back of her jagged pants leg. When Cherryl turned around, it again had a baby in its mouth and one in each of its lower hands, holding them out to her."I don't understand. Are you trying to give them to me? Because I can't even take care of myself right now."When it kept holding out the babies and whimpering, Cherryl gave in."Fine, I'll hold them. But I'm not keeping them! If
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