Surprisingly, it was very easy to run down the four flights of stairs and use the second door down the hall on the right to get to the back of the house, at least according to the map on the napkin. Xenia opened the door to freedom and momentarily hesitated to walk over the threshold. She looked towards the woods before her, only a few feet away. What if this was a trap? She wondered while looking around to see if someone was waiting for her. She waited for only a minute before taking that first step. Nothing happened. No alarms, no wandering werewolves. This was actually it. She held the knife from the tray and the napkin, telling her where to go. Behind the cabin to the right, there was a bridge that could help her cross over. Xenia ran towards the woods, ignoring the twigs and sticks pricking at her face and feet. A gnawing feeling in her stomach made her nervous about how easy this was, but she couldn't think of that now. Instead, she had to think of her family and return to the
The werewolf lunged at Xenia again, but she stood her ground, waiting for the right time to attack. This moment brought her back to when she was a child. A werewolf similar to this one lunged at her when a black werewolf came to their rescue, and now… A giant black werewolf intercepted the brown wolf, knocking it far away from Xenia. Deja vu. Xenia knew it was him. Rodin. He moved to stand in front of Xenia while the brown werewolf stood on shaking legs. Then, without waiting another second, Rodin lunged for the brown werewolf, missing it by a hair as it dodged out of the way. Rodin could easily kill the little werewolf, but it had been a while since his last hunt, and this was actually exciting. Xenia watched from afar momentarily before looking toward her escape. She managed to get to her feet and slowly made her way until, yet again, it became blocked by two werewolves. "Are you fucking serious," she groaned, holding her shoulder to alleviate some pain. The honey-colored werew
The people, mostly men, just stared at Xenia while others ignored her pleas and continued their business. Some of the women looked away while others stared at her with pity in their eyes. What kind of creepy cultist bullshit was this, Xenia pondered. With Mason's tight grip around her, they quickly returned to Xenia's room. When he opened the door, he threw her on the bed, and his body quickly covered her. His hand went around her neck, giving it a little squeeze. "Don't ever embarrass me like that again," he growled. "Do you understand?" Xenia didn't say anything as she glared at him. He brought his face closer to hers. His lips hovered only an inch over mine. "Do you understand," he asked again. Xenia would've spoken if his hand hadn't been around her throat, so she nodded slowly. He stared at her a little bit longer. His eyes flashed red as they moved down to her lips. She prayed he would just leave her be. His body was pressed too close for comfort, and the heat coming from him
Xenia sat up quickly and grabbed Jane's arm. "Don't say that!" Xenia didn't mean to yell, but something struck her nerves. "Don't let them define who you are. Being human is not a weakness, Jane. You are kind; sometimes, that can be just as powerful as a werewolf's strength." "Well," Jane said with a sad smile, "kindness didn't keep me from being knocked out, did it?" Xenia didn't know what to say to that. She wasn't even sure everything she said was just for Jane. At that moment, she felt weak and stupid for getting caught. She was lost in thought as Jane helped her back to a lying position. Xenia winced from the pain in her shoulders, but as soon as Jane massaged some cream, the pain was instantly replaced by a minor ache. "Your eye," Xenia asked. Jane absentmindedly touched the bruise. It didn't seem to bother her. "Rick overreacts sometimes. The Alpha yelled at him, so the most logical thing to do is blame me since I was the last person with you." "That is bullshit," Xenia y
Mason walked into his office, barely able to control his anger. She got away and almost got hurt. His best chances of getting Melania back were almost taken away just like that. He thought of Melania, but eventually, the image of Xenia clouded his mind. The ghost of her body felt imprinted in his. He sat in his chair but only wanted to return to her. Touch her. Feel the way her body melted to his. Never let her go. Then the image of her being attacked flashed in his mind. The way she looked when that rogue attacked. She was prepared to die. Frustratedly, he threw everything off the table in one angry swipe. "GET IN HERE!" Lillian, Kane, and Rick cautiously entered the room. They kept their distance, and Mason didn't blame them. They could probably feel the energy in the room like sparks of electricity pricking at their skin. Rodin's anger was rolling through them like waves. They needed to know how serious this situation was. "How did a fucking rogue get this close to my territor
Lillian stood in front of the mirror, waiting for Melania to show up. She held onto the box holding Melania's soul and closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves. The Blue Moon wasn't far away, and she was no closer to finding a way for Xenia to accept Mason. So far, Rick hasn't been able to crack his little mate. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as the surrounding candles were set ablaze before an image appeared in the mirror. Lillian opened her eyes to see Melania sitting on a bench under a tree. "Ah, Lill. So nice to see your face," Melania said. Her voice was as sweet as candy. Lillian bowed before her as she felt a ghost of Melania's hand caressing her face. "How is my mate holding out? Keeping him satisfied, I hope." "Of course, Luna. Though…” Lillian hesitated to continue. The one thing she hated more than Mason's indifference was Melania's disapproval. "Lill, tell me now," Melania said as the air in the room seemed to drop in temperature, "before I get angry." "It
Xenia was healing slower than usual but enough for Mason to put her back to work. She couldn't move as much with her injuries and the bandages but was glad to leave the room. Instead of one of the girls coming to get her, Mason sent two warriors in their place. Probably thought it best to send someone she couldn't easily knock out. Though if given a chance, Xenia wouldn't pass it up. She walked in front of them as they shared a hushed conversation behind her. Luckily, they paid her no mind, and she listened well. "Can't believe they stuck us with this human," one of them sneered. "I have better things to do than babysitting." "Tell me about it. I wish I had joined them when they killed all those bandits. It would've been fun getting a few kills under my belt." "I don't know, Bran. Rick said they had magic bombs that made the air taste like blood and dirt. They confiscated them so the Alpha could study them. I saw it in his office, but it didn't look impressive." "That's becaus
Xenia had to remind herself not to cry as she stared at Jane in the doorway. She knew she looked bad but Jane… Jane's eyes were lowered to the ground as silence blanketed the room. Lacey walked over and pulled Jane into a hug. Xenia was frozen, looking over Jane's face, which was heavily made up. Still, the bruises were plain as day. Her eyes were a deep purple, her lip was busted, and a light ring appeared around her neck. Xenia was surprised her face wasn't swollen. As Frieda and Celia walked over to Lacey and Jane, Xenia gripped the island to help her breathe. "I swear that hot bastard needs to be caged like the animal he is," Frieda said. "Fuck that," Lacey yelled. "Someone needs to beat his ass. Give him a taste of his own medicine." "Please," Jane begged softly. "I'm fine. I'm already healing." Jane moved around them until she came to Xenia. "Luna, I'm glad to see you moving around." "Jane..." Xenia could barely speak as Jane bowed and went to her station to prepar
Lillian and Rick exchanged glances as Mason stormed into the dining room, his jaw clenched and fists, bloodied and balled at his sides. Lillian knew that meant he was in the dungeons with their shipwrecked guests. Still, she said nothing as he sat down at the head of the table with a force that rattled the silverware on the table. Normally, Lillian would offer him an alternate way to release his tension, but it looked as if even the sound of a fork scraping against a plate might set him off. So, to be safe she was careful with her movements and words.Lillian cleared her throat. “Everything is in place for tonight, Alpha,” she began. “The preparations are nearly complete. The altar has been set, and the ceremonial items are ready.”Mason didn’t respond immediately. His gaze was distant, lost in thought. He reached for a glass of water, his grip tight. Lillian glanced at Rick, who avoided eye contact and focused on his plate. He had seen Mason in these moods before–volatile, unpredicta
The morning of the Red Moon came quicker than Xenia had hoped. She had barely slept through the rest of the night after Mason practically dragged her from the dungeons. She had a bit of solace when something urgent came up and he left her for a while. It wasn’t until later when she felt him enter the room, smelling of earth and blood until he went into the bathroom.Xenia prayed he would leave but that went out the window the moment he climbed into the bed. She moved only for him to grab and pull her into his arms. Xenia pushed against him but he only tightened his hold.“I have to pee,” Xenia lied, preparing to bolt from the bed the moment he let her go.“You lie,” Mason grumbled, his voice drifting off as Xenia sighed into his hold.I’ll just wait until you’re asleep. She thought as she stared at the ceiling, waiting until the shadows in the room seemed to stretch long in the early light, wrapping around her like chains she couldn’t break. What was worse than having a psychotic kidn
Mason walked into the woods far from the packhouse. It was already late and he didn’t like being away from Xenia for too long. His instincts warned him that leaving Xenia alone was a mistake, even if the threats of her friends’ lives kept her in place for now. She was clever, and desperation could make her even more so.Mason paused in his steps, his eyes scanning the darkness ahead. He knew they were close. Lillian and Rick had found something important and refused to let him know until they got back to the packhouse, but Mason was impatient. It was too close to the Red Moon to be left out of the loop.A flicker of movement to his left caught his eye as Lillian emerged from the darkness like a phantom, her eyes blazing with fury. Rick trailed behind her, his expression stoic.“What are you doing here?” Lillain spat with irritation in her voice. “You left her alone.”Mason didn’t flinch under her glare, though her anger was palpable. He knew what she was really angry about. He expecte
Delilah hit the water hard, the icy shock of it stealing her breath. Panic surged within her, a flashback to the last time she had been submerged in the waters from an explosion–a time when death had nearly claimed her. The relentless grip of the ocean, the surrounding darkness, and the crushing weight of the water threatened to drown her in panic. I just have to swim up and I’ll reach the surface. She thought, but her body refused to move. The water was ready to drag her under. Then, in the midst of the chaos, she thought of Xenia. The image of her daughter’s face, strong and resolute, filled her mind, anchoring her in the present. She couldn’t give in to the fear. Not now. Not when they still had a chance to save her baby.Kicking furiously, Delilah forced her way to the surface, gasping for air as she broke through the waves. Her eyes darted around, searching for the others amidst the chaos. Pieces of the boat floated around, and she could barely make out the figures struggling ag
Xenia’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of Lacey, bruised and broken, barely clinging to consciousness. Next to Lacey, sat Frieda in the same condition. Xenia’s nails bit into her skin as her fist tightened from the fierce anger that had been burning inside her. She tried to look away but something wouldn’t let her. The air around her was thick with the scent of blood. She took one shaky step forward, keeping her gaze on Lillian, who had a sickening smile on her face. I want to kill her. I want her dead! Was on repeat inside Xenia’s mind as she got closer to the cell door. I could do it, she thought. I was fast enough to dig my nails into that pretty face of hers. Nova’s power flowed through Xenia and out into the room. She felt Nova pushing her, urging her to act, to tear Lillian apart limb by limb. Every muscle in her body tensed, ready to spring into action.Lillian’s smile was gone now, replaced by a wary glint in her eyes. She had felt the shift of power, the surge of e
The cannon ripped through the side, sending vibrations through the ship and rattling the planks and bolts.“What the hell!” Micah yelled over the noise. “Did you signal them to attack us?”“No,” Archie responded, looking just as confused as the panicked crew. “This is all wrong.”“Maybe they attacked because we’re onboard,” Eric suggested.“How would they know?” Archie asked. “This is a civilian ship with King Gerald’s flag colors.”Another cannon exploded above them. Gunpowder filled the air and like before Micah could taste the silver. Before he called out to Laurie, she already created a whirlwind to keep it away from the crew, especially the wolves.“I think your notion that they don’t know werewolves are on board is wrong Lieutenant,” Micah growled.“I don’t understand,” Archie said in disbelief.“It doesn’t matter what you don’t understand,” Laurie yelled. “Just know right now we are being attacked!”The crew sprang into action, each member knowing their role as Micah and his te
Lottie paused mid-pace, her glare sharp enough to peel paint. “Just great. Now we have two lovesick puppies on this boat.”“Better two puppies than one seasick alpha, amirite,” Spencer quipped, trying to lighten the mood. Silence greeted him like an old, unfriendly acquaintance. “Tough crowd,” he muttered, looking around for a lifeline, None came.The boat swayed gently as the crew exchanged uneasy glances. Delilah emerged from the cabin, stepping right into the middle of the Micah-Cris showdown brewing on deck. Micah, who swayed in perfect time with the boat, looked both determined and like he might hurl at any moment. Despite Eric steadying him like a weary mother holding up a toddler, Micah’s glare at Cris was unwavering.Cris’s laughter broke up the tension. “You can’t be serious, right?”His arms crossed, voice dripping with disbelief. “You realize we’re still together. Have been for a while now. You can’t think you can just come in and break up something as real as what we have.”
Micah stood at the edge of the pier, watching the water lap at the edge of the boat. Sweat was building across his forehead as he took a deep breath, steeling himself to walk across the plank leading up to the boat. The salty tang of the sea filled his nostrils, and the sound of the water was anything but comforting.“Alpha, we have to go!” Laurie’s voice rang out from the haul, carrying a note of urgency. Her usual calm was slipping. “Just pretend it’s a moving house!”Micah growled low in his throat, frustration evident in his tone. His usual bravado was faltering, replaced by a rare vulnerability. “Wow, thanks for that, Laurie. Super helpful. If I hurl, it’s going to be your fault.”“Can’t believe the big bad Alpha is afraid of boats,” Cris laughed, his amusement clear. “This is priceless.”Lottie, standing beside him, quickly hit him across the shoulder. “Said the guy who once jumped on Xenia’s back in the dead of night, screaming like a banshee,” Lottie shot back, a smirk playing
Xenia’s heart pounded as she narrowed her gaze, locking onto Mason’s intense expression. What are you playing at? Xenia wondered as she stared at Mason, searching for any signs of deception. But all she found was a raw mixture of lust and determination.“You can’t be serious,” she scoffed, hoping her laugh would push him back. But instead, Mason smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent heat pooling low in her stomach.“I think you know me well enough to realize I’m very serious,”he replied, his gaze flickering down to her lips, making his intentions crystal clear. “You realize every time we’ve kissed it was Rodin who was in control. I can’t help but feel a bit…”“...jealous,” Xenia replied.“...left out,” he finished, his eyes darkening as he moved closer, closing the gap between them. She felt her pulse quicken, her body betraying her mind. His nearness was intoxicating, and that made her furious. She tried to fight the rush of heat flooding her, swallowing hard as she placed a hand