~ Knox ~ If I sleep any longer, I think I will go mad. I’m not a sleeper, I’m not a rest person…there’s always been too much at stake to take my eye off the ball. Plus, I get bored if I’m not moving, if I’m not thinking. I’m a strong werewolf, I was created to move, it’s in my DNA. So having sp
I’m an Alpha trainer, not a dog whisperer. “Where is Josie?” Hector demands of his eldest born, Jaxon. “I don’t know, still at the hospital.” “She better not be, I told her to be back by now.” His thick aura is unleashed upon the room. His usually controlled demeanour slipping. Figures that the
~Josie~ I wake up feeling warm, something I never feel. My mind is stirring but my eyes are still closed, trying to force my mind into submission. My body was still exhausted but my mind was trying to wake up, trying to register something…trying to think. Then I realise…it doesn’t recognise m
“He didn’t say…” “Jaxon…You would tell me?” “Josie, he really didn’t say.” Perhaps that is the case, for Jaxon to have gotten so angry last night, he was using it to hide behind the real issue…he was hurt. Walking into my room I find Cleo sat on my bed scrolling through social media on her phone
~ Knox ~ I observe and don’t comment on Josie entering some kind of weapons vault in the basement of the alpha house. She selects her usual gun but I watch in horror as she empties the bullets and changes them to silver ones. “What are you doing?” I grip her arm firmly, her head whipping to mine
Stepping out of the alpha house into the main courtyard area, we find two warriors remaining, the rest no doubt already racing to the borders. “Shouldn’t you be at the borders?” Josie demands of them. “We were told to escort you miss.” “Unbelievable…very well.” She nods at them before turning
~ Josie ~ I’ve never sought male company to stay with me all night, but there is something suddenly cold about my bed, about being in it alone. However, as I tiptoe across the landing towards the corridor that houses the guest rooms, something feels right. Cleo and Ares have left, Uncle Orph
“Actually no.” I cut him off, my hand raising in front of me. “No?” “No, I don’t want those things.” Well yes, but not in how he is implying. George is the closest I got to thinking I could choose someone to be with me, but his recent actions have made me think the complete opposite now. I’d mu