CHARLENE'S POVI began to explain, only for her to shake her head frantically at me. "I don't care how good of a hunter you are. You still have no idea who we are or what we're doing out here. The wolf pack might just attack us right here right now." I sighed, frustrated, "I thought hunters didn't worry about other people's lives." "Well, I do," she shot back defensively. She took a deep breath and tried again, calmer this time, "Look, I'm sorry. If I overstep my boundaries, it'll happen again. But please, at least wait a day before we go to find you a new mate. It's too risky to try and get them alone. Especially one who looks like you. They'll be more aggressive when they think they won't get prey." I nodded, feeling guiltier than I should've, but not able to argue with her anymore. "Fine. I guess I'll give you that. But we are going soon, correct?" I asked. She nodded her head once and smiled at me reassuringly. "We should go back to camp. They should be done cleaning everythin
CHARLENE'S POVInstantly alert, I froze where I stood. What was that noise? I looked around warily, wondering which direction it had come from. It sounded awfully familiar, but I couldn't quite pinpoint where it could be coming from. There were many bushes covering the area and it took an immense amount of concentration just to pick out each leaf and branch. So how could I know when I had heard that particular cry? The only answer I could think of was that I had imagined it. Still, there was something strange about that little noise. Something that wasn't right with my ears. I decided to investigate. I slowly approached the source of the noise. I crouched, trying to see through the dense brush. Nothing but leaves. I growled impatiently. Why wouldn't someone just come out and talk to me already? Why was it taking so long? I grumbled angrily in my throat, hoping it would be louder enough for the person to hear. I needed answers. Finally, something moved. A shadow detached itself from
CHARLENE'S POVI felt insulted that she'd call me a trespasser. And a trespasser I might be, but I wasn't some sort of criminal! I wanted to tell her this, but before I had even opened my mouth again, the other girl had grabbed hold of my hand, pulling me away. Before I could protest, I was being pushed forward, along the hallway, until we reached a large room that contained several cages lined up against the walls. They were filled with wolves, some bigger than others and all sleeping peacefully. My breath hitched. How did they all fit into these cages? What were their owners keeping them for? I looked around for some sort of sign, a note, or something. But there was none. Everything was just plain. And dark, too. Darker than anywhere I've ever seen. Even the cages that held the wolves seemed almost featureless. It reminded me of nothing so much as a giant box of cement blocks. But I knew better than to look at them for more than two seconds. I couldn't risk breaking the concentrat
CHARLENE'S POVMy cheeks reddened slightly. "Are… are you okay?" I hadn't been sure if the girl meant to hurt anyone or not. After all, we were supposed to be asleep. Maybe she'd been too angry to realize what she was doing. But now that she seemed calm, I didn't want to scare him off again. Plus, I liked talking to him. If anything, I figured he could use someone to talk to. He let out a soft chuckle, "Sure am, kid. And thanks. Sorry for waking you up." "It's no big deal," I assured him quickly. It wasn't any fun being scared in the middle of the night, especially when you're tired, but hey, you never knew if the person in front of you might be dangerous or not. "Did you happen to hear the noise, or see anything suspicious happening? It sounded like glass breaking." It was a good thing I stayed home tonight. Being in my house alone would've given me quite a fright. Pete shook his head. "No, I thought I heard it, but nothing really happened," he replied. "I did notice a guy st
CHARLENE'S POVBut there were some things she didn't know about our new neighbors. And I wanted to keep her ignorant. The thought of a stranger coming around asking too many questions about us made me feel ill at ease. As the conversation died down, my stomach growled loudly. That made me even more uncomfortable. It had been weeks since I last ate something. I needed to find food. And fast. So I reluctantly got out of bed and made my way downstairs. My parents must have noticed how upset I looked because they came outside. The next hour consisted of me telling my mom and dad everything that had happened in my dream; including the strange noises I heard last night. "We should go visit our neighbors today," Mom suggested. "It's been so long since anyone's shown up, maybe they'll be friendly." "They wouldn't want us to intrude on their privacy. Besides, if they are vampires, they could eat us or something," my father said with a laugh. He pulled his hair back, and then tied it up in
CHARLENE'S POVThe door opened. A boy with spiky black hair walked in. He wore jeans with rips in them. He looked like he'd just escaped from some sort of punk rock band. As soon as he saw my face, he froze. A look of horror flashed across his face. He quickly closed the door behind him. I tried to move and cried out in pain as the movement jolted my head. "Whoa there. Easy to do." His voice seemed much louder than he should've been capable of. He moved forward slowly. When he reached my bedside, he sat on the edge. "Are you alright?" He sounded so scared. The look on his face said, 'you don't have any reason to be afraid of me.' I thought he was an angel. But angels aren't supposed to sound scared, are they? And he wasn't acting like one. In fact, the only thing resembling fear I could sense in him were the taut muscles in his arms as he kept moving forward toward me. He was too tense. Too anxious. So tense, he might snap any moment. That's when I finally understood that he wasn
CHARLENE'S POVWhen Alpha Jaxton and I reunited again, our wolves were in so much pleasure. We were excited to see each other again after years of separation. I was happy that they would have the opportunity to meet again, but also terrified because it had been a long time since we'd last seen each other when he betrayed me and my only pup. I hadn't even realized how badly my wolf had changed until he started his transformation. I had missed him. So many things changed that it felt surreal. I could barely keep up with the changes he had gone through. My body still remembers him like it did when he betrayed me. My mind can only handle being in touch with him, even if for just a couple of minutes. There are days I just don't want to talk at all. It seems strange that we'd both have to change. It's hard enough to be separate, let alone together. Alpha wasn't interested in meeting anyone new and seemed more concerned with figuring out where to sleep than any of that. His curiosity abou
CHARLENE'S POVHe thinks we're incompatible. I had thought he wanted me! But the way he said it, it sounded as though he didn't want anything more than friendship and maybe s*x. I felt disappointed, hurt even, and humiliated. "It just occurred to me that your bloodline isn't completely pure," he explained, "or at least, not entirely. There's a chance, if we're compatible enough..." I couldn't help feeling hopeful. "Yes. If we are compatible, then when our souls touch." He trailed off. His eyes were sparkling. I could feel how badly he wanted me. How much he really liked me. I could see how much he was enjoying our time together. So much so that he would willingly change himself for better. I felt tears welling up inside me. I hadn't expected anything more than being friends. Not that I wouldn't be grateful and happy, of course. But still, this was so unexpected for both of us. I nodded in response to his question, not trusting my voice. "That's perfect, Charlene," he grinned. "We
CHARLENE'S POVA few years later...I am now the Luna of the Vicious Shadow Pack, who destroyed the curse of their pack."So," Jaxton grinned beside me. "Why are you looking at me like that, huh?""Nothing. It's been a year since we met again, Charlene," Jaxton drawled, tracing the line of my jaw with his fingertips. "Can we be like–""Like what, Jaxton?""Like... official now?"I laughed at Jaxton's question and hugged him tightly. People pass around us and they can't stop glancing at us. I let my gaze wander over the rugged lines of his face, his sculpted lips, his eyes which had gone silver when he started talking about our relationship. I smiled widely and pressed a kiss on him. He groaned and kissed me back hard, his tongue tangling with mine. I tasted like mint from the chocolate mousse he had insisted I try today, and it made him smirk. We break the kiss after a while, both panting for breath, but neither of us has said anything. The people walking around us have stopped to w
CHARLENE'S POVSoon after the war finished, Selena declared her defeat in front of Alpha Jaxton, along with a genuine apology of what she did as she merely got blinded by the idea of revenge. She wished to be killed in the hands of the alpha. He didn't know that his parents were the cause of Selena's misery, so he took her in. She had to serve Alpha Jaxton for the rest of her life in exchange for being forgiven. So far, they haven't found the right way to kill her yet. But it won't be long before that changes. The war is still going on and Alpha Jaxton will take advantage if he sees any opportunity to get rid of her once and for all. She was still alive, but Selena has seen what kind of a man Alpha Jaxton truly is. There were no other words to describe him than brutal. In fact, I believe that he's only human. A person capable of loving someone so much, yet having such little care and patience for the same person. I wouldn't expect more from an alpha than that. It would never last fo
CHARLENE'S POVA few months later, Alpha Jaxton couldn't possibly leave me. During the commencement of the war, I was already on the verge of giving birth. My life would be at risk if Jaxton joined the battle. He was left with no choice other than to rely on Beta Xavier when he heard that my parents were about to get killed. Alpha Jaxton and Beta Xavier have been on good terms ever since the alpha knew that Xavier did nothing wrong. Jaxton owes a lot to him, considering how he was the only one who stayed by my side, protected, defended, and fought for my sake. Jaxton and Xavier had become close allies in order to survive. Beta Xavier has completely surrendered, he accepted the fact that no matter how many times the person he loves gets reborn, his love would never be reciprocated. ***"Hey, Charlene, are you okay? What's bothering you?" Jaxton asked. As he held onto my hand, he rubbed small circles into it to soothe away any pain I might've been feeling from my labor. The pain was
CHARLENE'S POVHis arms came around me tightly and his tongue swept past my lips. I moaned. We kissed for what felt like hours before he suddenly pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath. I blinked rapidly at him, trying to figure out exactly what happened between us just now. He still looked nervous and uncertain but also happy. My heart thumped heavily and my face felt flushed hot. He chuckled softly, brushing my bangs from my face. "Well?" "Yes, I..." My voice faltered. I had no idea what to say next. It was all very confusing. Finally, I managed to get the words out. "Thank you, Jaxton. Thank you for showing me your dreams." He frowned. "What are you talking about?" "I... I haven't really experienced anything like that before. The butterflies. And everything. You've been giving me a lot of good experiences lately, without telling me where they come from or when they're going to happen. And I'm just… overwhelmed by it," I finally admitted. I wasn't exactly sure how else to
CHARLENE'S POV"I'm sorry…" There were tears running down his face, and there was no mistaking it this time. His eyes showed it clearly. He was trying to hold back tears, but they just kept coming, streaming down his cheeks in tiny rivers. His shoulders started shaking, as if he wanted to break out sobbing but couldn't allow himself to. And just when I thought he wasn't going to say anything else. "I–I love you, Charlene." The words were barely audible, but they sent a wave of warmth through me regardless. And I couldn't suppress a small laugh. I took his hand. "What's funny?" he sniffled. My expression softened. "That is funny. What you said." But he only looked confused. "What do you mean 'what did I say?' "When you asked what happened in the dream last night, you sounded so sad, Jaxton." I continued to tease him with light humor, trying to distract him from the fact that I was crying too. It worked. A small smile appeared on his lips as he wiped away one last tear that ran
CHARLENE'S POVHis right eye was swollen shut and half of his lower lip was cut through, revealing the bone underneath. His whole body felt like it was in shock. Was he okay? Jaxton slowly moved his eyelid upward. A single tear rolled down his cheek. "Char…" He breathed heavily. Relief and joy rushed over me. Thank goodness he's alright. I pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly against me, trying to absorb all of the heat and energy radiating off his body. I buried my nose into the curve of his neck as I inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of him. It was intoxicating! He smelled like fresh rain and pine trees. As my head started to spin, I realized there were other people nearby. They must be watching us or more specifically. And they're probably wondering how we knew each other or if I even remembered him at all. But this didn't matter. All that mattered now was Jaxton. The moment he wrapped his arms around me I felt safe and protected. So safe and happy. It almost made every
CHARLENE'S POVI couldn't force myself to push him off or push him to continue, even though that was what I desperately wanted. I needed him. I needed to be in control. No one else but him had ever made me feel like this. And I never would again if I didn't do something about this mess we were in. The sound of footsteps interrupted our moment just when I was considering whether or not it would be wise to ask him to stop. A voice from above us snapped. "Is this how you treat the lady you claim to love?" We both looked up with matching sheepish grins, my face redder than a tomato, Jaxtonton's cheeks darker than a ripe tomato, and our clothes crumpled and torn beyond repair. "Who are you?" Jaxton asked, trying to pull himself out from underneath me. I tried to sit up as well but it seemed that my arms still belonged to someone else. "Who did you say you were?" Jaxton asked again, ignoring my questions for now. "I don't know who you think you're messing with, but we are going to have
CHARLENE'S POV"You'll come back eventually, Jaxton. It may take years, but eventually you'll find someone who understands, even if she doesn't love you like you deserve. That's what you want, right?" It seemed so simple when I said it out loud, but it would never be simple with him. I know that now. It was a hopeless relationship. Even more hopeless than the one with Xavier. No matter where we went or what we did, there was always something holding us back from really being together. We stared at each other in silence. Finally he gave a half smile and shook his head slightly before pulling himself up off the couch. We stood for a moment gazing at each other before he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I felt my eyes burn suddenly with unshed tears as I turned my head slightly and pressed my mouth against his shoulder. He smelled of the laundry detergent he used. A strong masculine scent that mixed pleasantly with some sweet, flowery scent he liked to wear. I wrappe
CHARLENE'S POVHe thinks we're incompatible. I had thought he wanted me! But the way he said it, it sounded as though he didn't want anything more than friendship and maybe s*x. I felt disappointed, hurt even, and humiliated. "It just occurred to me that your bloodline isn't completely pure," he explained, "or at least, not entirely. There's a chance, if we're compatible enough..." I couldn't help feeling hopeful. "Yes. If we are compatible, then when our souls touch." He trailed off. His eyes were sparkling. I could feel how badly he wanted me. How much he really liked me. I could see how much he was enjoying our time together. So much so that he would willingly change himself for better. I felt tears welling up inside me. I hadn't expected anything more than being friends. Not that I wouldn't be grateful and happy, of course. But still, this was so unexpected for both of us. I nodded in response to his question, not trusting my voice. "That's perfect, Charlene," he grinned. "We