Shannen’s POV The snake may not have injected much venom, but it still stings like hell every time I put pressure on my left leg. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is getting to Killian. I watched in horror as an anaconda pinned him to the ground. It will only be a matter of time before it crushes him to death. Carron is pushing me to go faster. “Heal me and I will,” I answered back. It’s not her fault she is worried about Killian. We both are. But I am going as fast as I can. As I limp towards Killian, something grabs my arm, dragging me to the side. A beast-like creature trying to bite my arm with its razor-sharp teeth. I have nothing to defend myself with. Why don’t I have a weapon? I scold myself. So I do the only thing I can do. With my free hand, I punched the monster in its eye. When it released my arm. I grabbed hold of its face and forced my thumbs into its eye socket. The feeling of the monster’s slimy eyeball on my thumbs was absolutely revolting. Regardless, I s
Ora’s POV I’ve been training with my Aunt Jo since I was a kid. But training to fight and actually fighting are completely different. There are no do-overs. Granted, Millicent’s army is here to kill us. But I have never taken a life, and I am struggling with that concept. “It’s them or us, Ora,” my aunt yells at me when she sees me hesitate. I saw my aunt unmercifully kill one creature after another. “Yes, Aunt Jo,” I said, as I used my sword to kill the creature with sharp teeth. I am covered in blood and want nothing more than to wash it off me. But that was one of hundreds. One of the mud creatures charged at me with a raised club. It’s just like the one from the church earlier today. I stab it with my sword, but it doesn’t react. It simply grunts, looking at the hilt of my sword as it sticks out of its chest. Using the distraction, I picked up an axe from the ground and threw it, just like I was taught. It hits it in the chest. But again, the creature didn’t seem to react t
Ora’s POV While we were preparing for the battle earlier. Fire prevention measures included strategically placing buckets of water around the academy walls. As the anger builds within me. As my blood boils. I can feel my connection to the water. It is trying to reach me to calm me. But I don’t want to be calm. Considering how I feel at this moment. It’s time for me to take advantage of this power. “Millicent is going down.” I barked. I clenched my fists and ground my gritted teeth as I walked towards the evil duo. They have robbed me of everything. In my eyes, they are the evilest of creatures on the planet. Millicent and Marco deserve death, and I am prepared to give it to them. While getting closer to them. I accessed my inner strength and unleashed my emotions to bring water closer to me. Mud creatures rushed towards me, which annoyed the crap out of me. “Millicent wants me alive. Now get out of my way” I screamed as I instinctively used my hands to throw streams of water
Wolf King Nathan’s POV My boys are stepping up their royal duties, and I am proud of the positive changes they are making. They have the support of one another to make things work. For a short while, I am going to let them fly solo and catch up on a few outstanding duties I have neglected. My visit to Alpha Academy is overdue. Jasper wanted to come, but someone had to support the boys. As it was a last-minute decision, and it would only be for the day. I decided one bodyguard was enough. It’s not like I need protection, anyway. I am the most powerful wolf in the kingdom. I will be safe while I am there, anyway. It’s Alpha Academy after all. As I am driven past the enormous gates, I remember my first day here. My future was all mapped out. Attending the academy was to be an eye-opening experience for me. I remember being nervous. Not of being separated from my family and friends. No, I was nervous that I wouldn’t know how to socialize with the other Alpha’s. The only frien
Goldie’s POV My nightmares are always the same. I have them whenever I’m stressed. Which is a lot lately. It’s like I’m an observer watching the worst day of my life unfold. I was 7 years old when it happened. I’m now 17. That’s how long I’ve had these nightmares. It was a lovely sunny day. My mom and I are sitting on a blanket in the middle of a wildflower field. I watch the younger version of myself chasing butterflies, smelling the flowers. My mom’s angelic voice called to me, “Maria, come and eat.” My mom always called me by my proper name. Dad would call me Pumpkin or Sweetheart or some other endearing name. The young girl turned and ran into her mother’s arms. I watch as my mom strokes her hair and kisses her forehead. Even in my dream, I remember how much I loved her touch. I wish I could be held by her one more time. I continue observing as they sing nursery rhymes together. Then my mother tickled the girl, causing her to squirm and laugh at the
Goldie’s POV “Are they arguing again?” Shannen asks me as she walks down our path. After they were mated, Kellie insisted we move to a house. We now live in an isolated part of the pack with no neighbors. Kellie told Dad it was because there were so many reminders of my mom there. She could never make it her home, with so many lingering memories. Whereas I reckon Kellie wanted to live in a home where nobody could see or hear how bad she truly was. “Yep,” I said while sitting on the doorstep of our house doing some of my homework. “What about this time?” “What do they always argue about?” I said, snickering. When I was younger, it used to hurt my heart that my dad and stepmom would fight about me. I am the easiest target. My dad loves all of his kids and would defend them with his life. “How long have you been sitting here listening?” Shannen asks me. “A while,” I answered. I am getting snappy, a clear sign I am getting hungry, which is making
Goldie’s POV I always take the same route when entering the forest. I’m so familiar with the path I could walk it blindfolded. I walk through the brighter, healthier parts of the forest before I get to the darker areas. The dark forest seemed quieter this evening. Usually, small animals run around; mice or squirrels, occasionally a wild boar. But this evening there was nothing. Something feels off. There are no sounds or movements. It’s eerie, and that is saying something, considering where I am. I pulled the daggers out of my backpack in case something was lurking, scaring off the creatures. It’s not a frequent occurrence, but it happens from time to time. A lost visitor to the pack. Or a rogue wolf waiting patiently for something to cross its path. Either way, I don’t want to be caught off guard. I stood and looked around. Other than the missing sounds, there was nothing out of the ordinary. My instincts keep telling me something is wrong, though. I cautious
Asher’s POV Last night, Dex was on his way back from the library when he overheard Principal Sinker talking to a tutor. Principal Sinker was telling the tutor to prepare a fresh room. “Have you heard anything?” I asked my brother, Fin. As he walked into our dorm room, “Yep. I have been told that we should prepare for survival training. Again.” He responds. His expression tells me he is as unhappy as I am about going on survival training. “Great. Let me guess why that is. Oh, wait, I don’t need to guess?” I snappily say, rolling off my bed. I’m so annoyed. “A newbie is arriving, and we are being shipped out. So, they can be welcomed with open arms,” Fin says snidely. Telling me something I already know. “This place should be staffed enough to accommodate everyone. They had 18 years to prepare for everyone’s arrival. Why should we be made to suffer because they couldn’t organize a shag in a brothel?” He says. Fin wouldn’t normally say something that