Micah opened his eyes to see Laurie leaning over him. A worried expression on her face matched his Beta’s, Spencer’s, and Lottie’s faces. He sat up, massaging his chest, where he felt a slight ache. He could only think of Xenia and wondered if she was hurt. “Could you sense anything?” Micah asked Laurie. “Nothing much,” she said with a disappointed sigh. “My sister must be working with another witch. That’s the only way she could be powerful enough to contact you and block their location. Though, thinking about the last time Nova contacted you, I know they’re by a body of water, and I saw a bridge between a crevice.” Lottie sighed. “That could be anywhere along the waterside.” “But that tree with the purple leaves is only found in the eastern region,” Cristobal suggested. “I’m sure of it. Well, seventy percent sure.” “If we keep going, we can make it to my village before first light,” Lottie said. “Maybe the fishermen there can help us.” “Then let’s move,” Micah said. He was itc
Mason’s heart raced when he saw Xenia holding a small bomb in her hand, ready to throw. He moved to stop her when their eyes connected, and Rodin pushed through. “No!” Rodin roared. “I will not let you hurt her.” “Rodin, I’m not going to hurt her!” Mason snapped, pushing him back down. “That much, at least.” Mason held up his hand to stop Lillian and Celia, who were coming up behind him. He kept his eyes on Xenia as she moved to the tunnel’s center, blocking their way. She paid no attention to Lillian and Celia. She kept her eyes trained on Mason. “Xenia-” “Don’t come any closer, or I will bring this place down,” Xenia said, holding the bomb above her head. “Bullshit,” Lillian said. “Your mother is not that far, and an explosion would collapse this entire tunnel and kill everyone. Her included. I know you don’t want that to happen.” “I would rather her die here than be your prisoner,” Xenia countered, momentarily glaring at Lillian. “Xenia, I don’t want to fight,” Mason said a
Two warriors grabbed Xenia’s arms, holding her back. Do it. Do what? Xenia wondered as her eyes returned to the boat her mother was on. Delilah’s silhouette was visible along the moonlit waves as she rowed away. She has to be too far away, right?“Nova, is there anything you can do?” Xenia asked, practically begging.“I can’t get to Rodin, Xenia,” Nova said solemnly. “Mason’s blocking meXenia refused to give up. She had to distract them. But how? She wondered as she saw Lillian raising her hand.“No!” Xenia yelled, taking Lillian’s attention. She pulled against the warriors’ hold, feeling a sense of power flowing through her from within. “Let me go,” Xenia said through her teeth.Surprisingly, they dropped to their knees, baring their necks to her. Xenia ran toward Mason, pushing Lillian out of the way and stepping in front of him. She placed her hands on his chest.“I said stop!”Mason looked down at her. The air was tense as they stared at each other, but she was determined to see
This shouldn’t be possible. Something doesn’t feel right. What the hell is going on? Thoughts raced in Mason’s mind as he watched a fully transformed Nova stalk toward Lillian. Her white fur shone in the moonlight, and all Mason wanted to do was run to her. He wanted to feel her fur through his fingers and greet her the only way mates knew how. Even Rodin shared his wants. Mason felt himself moving towards Nova, reaching out his hand. He wanted to make sure he was seeing what was in front of him. He heard words being said and saw Lillian’s desperation, but his mind was far gone. Nova was here, in wolf form, and he was...speechless. How?“Mason!”Lillian’s scream pulled him from his trance as he watched Nova lunge for Lillian. Lillian dodged with enough room to shift herself and dart into the woods. Nova was fast on the rebound and ran after Lillian faster than Mason expected. He quickly shifted into Rodin.“Rodin, follow her.”“Maybe we should let her do what she wants,” Rodin said
Mason laid Xenia on the bed, wiping away the bead of sweat forming on her forehead. The moment he moved away, she whimpered. Her eyes squeezed tight and her arms curled around her legs until she became a ball. He felt the pain she was still in from the transformation, and all he wanted to do was ease it. Mason moved to the bathroom and started a bath filled with a calming balm. He moved back to Xenia, picking off any remains of the forest floor that was stuck to her body. He lifted her, and a minute later, he guided both of their bodies into the water. Mason knew all too well what the first shift felt like, and if it hadn’t been for his brother, he might have gone mad from the pain, too.FLASHBACK Mason’s body tensed with an otherworldly energy. He didn’t tell anyone he was shifting and didn’t want to do it in front of the entire pack. Everyone was so impressed with Micah’s white wolf when he shifted six full moons ago. Mason could see the disappointment in their eyes when it came
A high pitched squeal reverberated on the walls of Lillian’s room. The sudden sound made Lillian crawl away from the mirror as she watched Melania dance in the field of flowers. Lillian didn’t know how to comprehend this emotion as she never saw Melania this way. Is she…happy? Lillian wondered but she knew Melania’s emotions were never as they seem sometimes. Melania was just as unpredictable as Nova. So Lillian waited until Melania was finished. Before reporting Nova’s shift, the moment Lillian contacted Melania she was pulled into a chokehold. Lillian remembered Melania’s threat about calling her but once she was able to tell Melania about Nova, Melania suddenly released her. Her face showed a mirage of emotions from shock to confusion to happiness, at least Lillian hoped for that last one.Lillian massaged her throat which was still healing from the attack from Nova and the chokehold only made it worse. Suddenly Melania appeared closer in the mirror. Her hands caressed the surfac
Inside the candle-lit dungeon, the air was heavy with tension and the smell of burned flesh. Lillian stood over a cauldron filled with fire, swirling a silver knife through the flames. Behind her Lacey groaned in agony, squirming just a bit, which only made things worse. Every movement made the chains tighten around her body, sending a burning pain up her arms. To the left of Lacey sat Frieda, whose hair cascaded over her laps. Lillian had already had her fun with Frieda until the she-wolf passed out from the pain. Freida’s body was riddled with cuts and bruises similar to those on Lacey. Each bruise was taking its time to heal due to the wolfsbane they were injected with hours ago.In the other cell, Princess Carla was bound with chains around her neck and wrists while Aidy and Jane sat in the cell next to her, bound by their wrists. For the past few days, they had to listen to Lacey’s and Frieda’s screams until they subconsciously blocked them out. Lillian pulled the knife out of t
It felt like hours had passed since Lillian left the dungeons and during that time Lacey frantically reached out to Celia. Still, she felt nothing. Lacey wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Celia was all she had left of her family, especially with her brother James lost in the world. Her worrying was cut off by Aidy’s sobs and Carla’s growling at her in response. Secretly Lacey rather be tortured than listening to them.“She won’t hurt Celia,” Jane said to Lacey. “She’s on their side. I’ve seen it.”This wasn’t the first time Jane brought this up. The moment they were moved to the dungeons Jane noticed Celia was nowhere to be found. It was surprising since Celia was always there to save Lacey if given the chance.“You lie,” Lacey exclaimed. “You don’t know that.”Jane snorted. “Oh, believe me. I do.”Lacey narrowed her eyes at Jane but something on Jane’s face made Lacey believe Jane knew something about Celia she didn’t. “Well, Lillian is as crazy as they come and she probab
As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, Xenia slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying in her room. She quickly sat up in bed, looking around. Was she dreaming? She had to be. That was the only explanation. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. She was the same as she was before. She pinched herself thinking she was dreaming but she felt pain.What the hell?She absentmindedly touched her face, arms, and hair. Unable to believe where she was. She tried remembering where she was before. Melania. The fight. Nova. She had to get back and…“Xeni?”Xenia’s inner thoughts stopped and she froze. She looked towards the doorway, willing herself to move but her body was shaking with emotions.“Mother?”As if on cue, Delilah appeared in the doorway with a smile on her face. “There you are? What is taking you so long? Put on some clothes and come to breakfast.”Delilah turned to leave but Xenia grabbed her and pulled
Delilah caught Jane before she fell to the floor. Jane gazed over Rick’s lifeless body, her body trembling of what had just happened before. before letting out a heavy sigh.“I knew this was going to hurt, but damn,” Jane laughed. “You would think I would be used to pain.”“Jane, what’s going on?” Delilah asked.“Later,”Jane said with one last look at Rick before shaking her head. “We have to get to the others.”“Agreed,” Archie said, gripping the hilt of his sword. “No delays. Where are the others?”Jane pointed in the direction of the dungeon cells. “Cells are down that way, but we’re not the only ones down here.”On cue, a loud crash could be heard through the tunnels. The group raced forward, coming to a scene of pure chaos. Lacey, Friend, and Danny were in the middle of an all-out brawl against several guards. Lacey was throwing punches like a rabid beast, while Frieda and Danny–both laughing wildly–used each other to break through. Danny swung Frieda around like a rag doll while
The saturated color of the surrounding trees and landscape looked all too familiar when Xenia woke up in the spirit realm. Yet, something felt off. The hues were darker and the shadow loomed over the entire space. Mist swirled around her ankles, and the air carried an otherworldly hum that seemed to resonate in her chest. For a brief moment, the feeling frightened her.“You are finally awake,” a voice called out.Xenia turned to see Nova, moving towards her. Nova’s white fur shimmered like freshly fallen snow under the moonlight and darkness.“Nova,” Xenia breathed, relief washing over her. “I forgot how this felt. Though, it looks different.”“Dark forces are involved here, Xenia,” Nova said, lowering her head slightly, her ears twitching in agitation. “Melania’s presence is growing stronger.”Xenia’s stomach tightened. The name alone sent a chill through her body. Her hands curled into fists, looking around the area for a sign. “Where is she?”“Close,” Nova growled. “Be on guard.”“
The clash of metal against metal echoed through the kitchen as Jane ducked, barely dodging the swing of the spiked chain now wielded by Rick.Rick grinned as he twirled the chain like a predator with a toy. “You thought you were clever. Wielding this chain like you had a chance against me. Haven’t you had enough today?”Jane was breathing hard, her muscles aching from the fight, but still she laughed, shaking her head. “Obviously not, if I’m defying you again, but you know what Rick. I don't care what you do to me anymore. I will be free from you whether you like it or not.”“Don’t test me, Jane.”He swung the chain and Jane ducked as it hit the plates just above her. The glass sprayed everywhere causing a few cuts on her arms. She moved back against the counter, and her hand grazed the surface, feeling for anything useful. Her fingers brushed against something cold and metal–a pie tin. Her heart leaped as she remembered its contents. The silver and wolfsbane pie she’d baked earlier,
The path they took wasn’t going to the dungeons but through the Alpha’s secret hideaway in his office. The sudden change as they entered the small cave made Xenia’s stomach tighten. “Where are we going?” Xenia asked, her voice more high-pitched than she liked. The warriors remained silent, their faces unreadable as they waded through the icy water to reach the other side. Xenia’s heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. The dim, suffocating tunnel brought back the memories of her escape with her mother. Her breath hitched, and her legs faltered as the faint echoes of her mother’s screams mingled with the falling of debris.“Xenia,” Nova’s voice rumbled in the back of her mind, firm but soothing. “They did this on purpose. Fight through it. Breathe.”Xenia gritted her teeth, drawing strength from Nova’s presence as she struggled to keep moving. The warriors exchanged glances but said nothing, their grip tightening to keep her moving. Nova’s presence swirled protectively around he
Jane waited until all the warriors had left for the ritual before making her way through the halls of the packhouse. Her fist tightened around the key wrapped in a note she received from one of the guards–a man with a creepy obsession with Frieda. Jane thought it was a trap set by Lillian, but at the moment, she didn’t have any other option. “They locked Lacey and Frieda in the west wing, the room with the black doors. After the feast.”Jane cursed under her breath again. The west wing was desolate, but she knew there would be a guard or two stationed there. As she approached the main staircase, she slowed her pace, her ears catching the faint murmurs of voices below. She peeked over the railing and spotted two warriors stationed at the bottom of the steps. Sneaking past them was impossible. She needed a distraction. She looked around and noticed a small statue perched on a pedestal. Quietly, she slipped toward it, her heart pounding. With much more effort than she anticipated, she
This worked way better than expected. Lillian thought as she strode into the room where Mason lay, his muscular arms wrapped protectively around a trembling Xenia. She twirled the little pouch to break the spell, seeing the control Melania had over him was still in effect. Though if it was up to her, Lillian would let the effect last as long as she could. She approached the side of the bed where Xenia was looking straight ahead, her eyes wide with unshed tears. Lillian crouched down, her face level with Xenia’s. When Lillian’s hand reached out to brush a strand of Xenia’s hair back, Xenia flinched, but Mason’s grip kept her in place.“You brought this on yourself, you know,” Lillian mused. “All you had to do was cooperate.”“Fuck… you,” Xenia stuttered.Lillian laughed. “I think we both know who just got fuck. What? You can’t handle a bit of rough play?”Xenia wanted to reach out and claw Lillian’s face but Mason had her locked down. Lillian crouched, meeting Xenia’s angry gaze with
**TRIGGER: ASSAULT**Xenia’s fingers brushed the cold windowpane as she gazed out into the night, the Red Moon hung ominously in the sky. Its crimson glow bathed the landscape in an unsettling light, a reminder of the ritual to come. Tonight, everything will change. She could feel the weight of it pressing down on her. No matter how much Nova tried to reassure her that everything was going to be okay.“Do you feel that?” Nova asked. Xenia knew what she was talking about. There was power in the air. Something that seemed to call to the both of them. Or more like someone.“Mason?” Xenia asked.“No. Micah.”Xenia closed her eyes, searching in the darkness for something to hold on to. Was he really here? Was she really saved? A hand on her shoulder shook her from her thoughts as Tammy stood behind her with her dress.“Everything is safely tucked in, Luna,” Tammy said, laying the dress on the nook bench. Xenia exhaled slowly, gripping the towel wrapped around her as if she was cold, but
Mason stood in the dimly lit chamber, the flickering light from the torches casting shadows on the stone walls. In front of him, chained to opposite walls, were Micah, with bruises all over his body, and Cristobal, bound and barely conscious, yet still seething with defiance.Rick stood silently by the door, arms crossed, his eyes flicking between the three of them, awaiting orders.Mason tapped his fingers on the hilt of the knife he held, lazily spinning it in his grip as if it were a mere toy. He paced back and forth in front of his captives, stopping occasionally to inspect them with a twisted sense of amusement. "So, plans, dear brother. Let's discuss those. I’m sure you didn’t crash my little party just for a scenic tour of the dungeon." He stopped abruptly, crouching in front of Micah, his smirk twisting into something crueler. “Or are you going to let our brave soldier boy here spill his guts for you?”Micah didn’t respond. His breathing was labored, but his eyes—those damn e