"The problem, Sophie, is that you have the chance of changing what will happen in the future if you tell us what you know. Like I said, I can tell a dozen stories. You need to give me a reason why I should run your story over any other, or why I should even run it at all. There are millions of humans every day who pretend to be vampires, demons, and other supernatural beings. They dress up, wear fangs, and some even drink blood. All over the internet, people claim they’ve seen vampires, know demons, or are werewolves. Why is that?" "Because it's their second nature to fear us?" Sophie replied. "Yes. They fear us, and they want to be like us. If the rumours were true about those kinds of creatures, then we need to devise a plan that would counteract their methods." "Like an antidote?" "Yes." Greg sat and took the sour candy from Sophie and ate it all, which made Sophie smack him in the head. "You two, stop acting like children." "We have matters to discuss, and you two are fightin
"Yesterday, we had another attack." Sage took a deep breath and ignored Sophie’s heated glare."Our enforcers were stumped. All the doors were locked from the inside, the apartment was twenty floors up. Security cameras showed nobody entering or exiting the only lift in the building on his floor.""Is this inside the pack?" Sophie asked, disregarding Sage's invisible emotional outbursts."No, this happened on the border, near the cabin of my formal patrol team. Shenna’s and her family’s cabin.”Sophie's eyes widened. "Are they Okay? Is the child—""They are fine, but the neighboring apartments on the northern side were attacked."Her jaw clenched before she responded, "Was it demon puncture wounds?" Sophie asked."Good guess. Yes, several, in pairs. Here," Sage said, gesturing with two fingers at the insides of Sophie’s denim-covered thighs, just above the knee. "Femoral artery. Also, here." He put her fingers above the neckline of her cream-colored sleeveless wrap top. "Carotid arter
The next day, they began their training. Sage started by giving her a lesson about different types of swords and weapons. Two hours later, Sophie was swearing to every known god on the planet for the existence of the being called Sage Fucking Robinson. Not only was the guy rude and arrogant, but he was also the definition of the man who knows it all. Overbearing self proclaims the god of all gods and goddesses. Zeus himself, But well, hot as hell nonetheless, but just as jerk. The lesson was indeed tiresome, and she zoomed out for almost half of it. She was like going back to her college life. The boredom was immense, and she ended up yawning the entire time. "Always remember your sword is part of you, Sophie." Sage shouted at her, earning her a little jump. Seriously, this man is the son of hell. She thought to herself. He was really persistent in teaching her about the different kinds of swords. It was boring. "Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloo
At dinner time, Sage went to explain everything over his meal. Sophie loved the colors of their dinner—the bright reds, oranges, and greens. It's fresh and smells good. It was humble. It was homey. It was the stuff incredible memories are made of, the kind that keeps her warm within for a lifetime, but with this dickhead's never-ending lesson of sword strategies, she wished to close his mouth shut with hers. How could he talk about it over dinner? A fucking weirdo. She was his Luna, not his best friend. Though they sleep separately, he should respect her and not bore her to death. He is doing this on purpose, I guess, to kill me from boredom. She thought to herself. A few days ago, he accompanied her to visit her parents, just to see them. It was sweet and painful to be away from them again, but she has to own it. This was her new life, after all. This was her. Thanks to Greg, who happened to be supportive of her with all her craziness. He escorted her to her shopping, spa days, an
That afternoon, after another visit to the pack’s gym, Sophie decided to venture into the wilderness at the back of the pack house. It was like calling for her; the wind whispered, the magic from beyond was calling, and with a sudden courage and some renewed curiosity, she dressed well for her journey, after all, she doesn't want a repeat of what happens on her grandfather’s mountain. So with a cotton yellow sweatshirt, a comfortable overall, and hiking shoes, she was now ready to embark on a journey in the woods. Well, nothing could go wrong, right? She was now stronger than any normal werewolf, though without a wolf. But then, she was a hybrid demon; maybe it wouldn't be too risky. She was, after all, a predator. With a water bottle in hand, she started her excursion. Anyway, the asshole Alpha was gone for meeting with his father, so no, he wouldn't mind this little adventure. Besides, she was bored as hell, and she wanted to see the woodland. Nothing could go wrong. Right? She t
Sophie wanted to stop for a rest when suddenly a low, humming voice commenced behind her. Whirling around, she saw what looked like a low, dark cloud."Oh, fuck! Now what?" Now she knew she was panicking. She was trained to fight dark fucking clouds.Soon the humming evolved into something louder, and the dark cloud became enormous and darker. Sophie then realized with horror that a swarm of vicious bats was about to encircle her. "Come on? A fucking bat?" she muttered.Suddenly, she shot her hands in front of her face for cover, but it didn't do any good."Oh God, I'm going to die here." She screeched, "Help!" Her eyes were now glossy. How was it possi
Sage smiled to himself while he listened to Sophie’s laughter. Her laughter was the summer rain and the birdsong too, and every time he heard it, no matter the weather, the sun brightened. It was as if her sound lifted a veil from their eyes and allowed them to see the world more clearly. It was funny how her laughter could do that—those honest rumblings of her soul. He was lost in it. Sophie's laughter was always a kind of laughter; it was like a song to a bird and came in happy moments. Fresh and new every day. So childish and so pure. It was the sound of her soul, something that came when the smile of her eyes overflowed into the air. So when he heard her giggles and her soft expressions of joy, they were as much a gift for her and this pack house as they were a sign of their growing bond. Though they were sleeping separately, nobody except Greg knew about their arrangement; in fact, no one was allowed on the east side of the pack house where the three of them occupied. Greg had b
"Yes, your grandfather and my grandfather were once best of friends; my old man told me a lot about him. Stories. Tales. That he was—um—" "How?" Her eyes widened before she said, "I mean, I didn't know this, he never mentioned it." Sophie was confused. What was this new information? Her old man never told her about being friends with Robinson’s former Master Alpha. "Your grandmother was a powerful seer; your grandpa was Savannah's alpha at that time when he met her, but something happened when she was pregnant with your father. Someone from the underworld visited her in her vision and cursed her bloodline when she declined to offer the life of her unborn child. By then, your grandparents were so scared that when your father was born, they, um, counteracted the curse. At first, they thought they won; your father didn't have any vision for or was a seer for so long, they lived at peace, and when you were born, the same old fear resurfaced, but even when Cherryl was born, there was no s