Dominic did his job by feeding the public a reassuring story about the Shunka Warakin and how they didn't have to worry because it was only a matter of time before they captured it and put it down. He convinced them that it was a rabid dog and that it would be taken care of. After ensuring everyone involved in the Shunka incident was doing well. Dominic sped down the quiet street as he made his way toward the Packhouse. He was worried about DJ, no kid should have to witness their loved one getting hurt like that and for his sake, he truly hoped his grandmother would pull through. He was zooming down the strip on Highway 91 when Lucas informed him that the kid was changing. He definitely had Alpha's blood for sure, Dom thought. And he figured now that he was transforming, they could finally catch his scent, so they could see if his lineage was of someone they know. He felt bad for the kid though, he was far too young to be in so much pain. He sunk his feet on the pedal and floored i
The sunlight curled through the windows and pulled at Dominic's eyelids. He stirred, feeling annoyed that the daylight was disturbing his slumber. He swallowed, and it was then he noticed the sharp, pointy metal at his larynx. His eyes fluttered open only to see a snarling DJ resting a knife at his throat. The seriousness on DJ's face told Dominic to choose his words wisely, or this brave little kid would slice his neck open. Dom wasn't worried about dying from the injury. He knew he would heal in no time. It was just that he just purchased his vegan couch, and he didn't feel like paying $5000 to get another because he spilled blood all over it. He cautiously raised his hands in surrender. “Hey there, little man. We're cool, right?" he asked slowly asked. “I don't know. That depends on your answer." DJ pressed the tip harder against his skin. “What's the question?” Dom urged, his wolf standing proud of how well their son could handle a situation. It was obvious the little man did
“Mother, I told you I cannot be at the meeting tonight. I have somewhere important to be,” Dominic told his mother as he cut into his steak. He didn't understand why his mother kept pestering him to go to the meeting his father was having with the Alpha of the Moon Eclipse Pack.“Well son, I wanted you to go since Alpha George's daughter Monica, will be there. You know you two could -”He cut her off.“Mother, don't go there,” he boomed, his eyes getting lost in darkness as his blue orbs got black. His mother had been trying to set him up with every Alpha's daughter in a hundred-mile radius. It was unheard of for an Alpha to not find his mate at 23. But what his mother didn't know was that Dominic had found his mate a year ago. He had been secretly dating her, a secret that he wished he didn't have to hide anymore. But you see, his mate wasn't a wolf. She was a human, and it was also unheard of for werewolves to be mated to humans. This was a first, and Dominic didn't know how his pac
Celeste stood on her front porch, waiting for Dominic to pick her up. She was nervous. She wanted the night to be special. She planned on going all the way with him. No need to save her V-card for that special someone, when she knew in her heart Dominic was that person. They'd been seeing each other in secret for a year now. The main reason they kept it hush-hush was that he was 5 years her senior. Her parents would flip out if they ever found out she'd been dating a full-grown man. And Dominic was a real man, from his dark hair to his size 11 feet. A memory of their first encounter came flooding her mind. Celeste remembered that hot day and the way his eyes sparkled when his views found her face for the first time. Something his eyes still did occasionally to this day. Celeste never understood why she never had the courage to ask him about his sometimes golden eyes. Maybe she was afraid of the answer she might get. The cool breeze picked up in the night as it encased Celeste in a g
SEVEN YEARS LATER CELESTE'S POVThe cold air fanned my face as I ventured deeper into the woods. The howling winds echoed in my ears, dampening my other senses. My eyes fought to see as the gigantic trees cast a dark, shadowy pathway for me to run.I glanced behind me as I trudged forward, looking for somewhere to hide. The footsteps behind me got closer and closer the more I ran. I made a left turn and collided with the shadowy figure that had been chasing me. The impact of the hit made me land on my ass, and before I could regain my composure, it lunged at me. Its eyes gleamed golden, and its teeth sharpened to points. It looked like a man, but it wasn't. It was a beast in the skin of Dominic.*Beeeep Beeeeeep*The sound of my alarm clock woke me from my nightmarish slumber. Feeling groggy and disturbed, I hit the snooze button on the noisy instrument and threw the bedcovers off my body. I'd been having the same nightmare every night for years now. My belly protested as I made my w
The night air was humid and thick with fume and fog. The smell of petrol, burnt rubber, and blood lingered and played with Dominic's senses as he pulled up to the crime scene. It was past midnight, and he was in the middle of a pack meeting when he was interrupted by a phone call, telling him there was another murder. He had to cut the meeting short and move to the scene. His pack members were getting restless lately, they felt like he was putting his job as a Sheriff before his duties as the Alpha. As soon as he exited his car, he knew what his sight would behold: another gruesome killing. Some kind of shifter was killing supernatural creatures; wolves and rogues alike. Even vampires and witches weren't safe. But his scent couldn't figure out what type of creature it was. It smelt of tar and sulfur, a combination that even the elders in his pack couldn't detect which creature it belonged to. "Hell of a night, Sheriff Black,” said Eric Fagan, one cop from the precinct. Dominic look
Two weeks had passed since Celeste was supposed to go to America, but something came up, and she had to stay behind in England to sort out some personal stuff with her son.DJ was almost seven, and he still wets the bed, so his pediatrician wanted him to stay back for a few more weeks so that they could run some tests on him to see what was the issue. Bed-wetting had never been a problem in her family, so she figured he must have gotten it from Dominic's side since the doctors believe it may be hereditary.Celeste giggled as she imagined Dominic wetting the bed as a child. She burst out full-on laughing like a maniac when she pictured a grown-ass Dominic wetting the bed.“Mum, why are you laughing like a loony?” DJ pulled on the hem of his mother's shirt. Celeste instantly got serious.“What have I told you about using those words?” She scolded him.“I'm sorry, Mum. I'm just nervous. I do not fancy it here," DJ stated. His mother snuggled up to him on the couch in the waiting area of
CELESTE'S POV I was running late, as usual, to catch my flight at the airport. It was all my mom's fault. She was so excited that I was coming home. We talked on the phone until it was 3 in the morning, well, it was 3 in the morning here in England and 9 am in America. Every so often the time difference gives me whiplash. I have never gotten used to it. “DJ, the taxi is here,” I shouted. Aunty Beverly came over to see us off. “I'll miss you guys,” she said as she kissed my cheek. “We'll miss you too, Aunt” I hugged her tightly. The taxi honked. “DJ, get your little butt down here now!” My head wanted to explode. “I'll load the baggage in the car. You go see what that little fellow is up to.” “Thanks, Aunt,” I said as I flew up the steps. I was about to yell when I saw him slumped over on the bed, video chatting on his tablet. “So, when will you come back to England?” Daphne's little voice was so sad. “I don't know, Mum says when she's finished with her work.” “OK then. I guess