***Auther note: Changing this book from one story to two. With our story of Bri coming to a close, we now move on to Alison's story. Hope this isn't too confusing for everyone and that you enjoy this story as much as you did the last. :) ***Part Two:The day had been perfect. I mean, what could have gone wrong? Today I was ten years old. When I woke up, the sun shone through my bedroom window, and I could smell blueberry pancakes. With a smile, I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs just as my mom placed the first one from the pan on a plate. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." She smiled at me as she placed the plate in front of my chair at the table. Running over, I sat down, digging in. After breakfast, we piled into the car and headed to Disneyland. We wouldn't get to go today on my birthday, but I didn't care.We were still going. Daddy said it would take roughly sixteen hours to drive there, and we would be stopping and staying at a motel tonight and would get there tomorrow. We pl
AlisonThe sound of my cellmate moving around our cell wakes me up. I really hate her. She is the loudest person ever. I sit up in my bed and glare down at my cellmate as she continues to move about. But before I can say anything, our cell door is open, and the guards yell, "Count," this means no matter what, I must get up. With a sigh, I climb down, step out of my cell, and stand in line. The guard moves down the line calling out our inmate numbers, stopping briefly in front of me. "Inmate 728435," He looks up from his clipboard. "Your lawyer is here to see you. After count, one of us will walk you down there." I give him a confused look but nod my head. I have learned that it is easier to just agree with the guards than it is to try and argue. I don't have a lawyer, nor do I have anyone on my list to visit me. And saying as much will only piss him off because, well, frankly, he doesn't care.After the count, I go back into my cell and quickly change out of the sweats I wear to b
AdamMy fist slammed down on my desk as I growled into the phone. "What do you mean they got to her first? I thought you said you had the Worden in our pocket?"Ian, my Beta, stammered on the other end of the phone. "I... I did… Sir…..but they posed as her lawyers and… The guards let them in before the Worden even arrived for the day." I growled again before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room. My father had chosen to attack another pack killing two of its members in an attempt to take a pup. According to him, she was not the warrior's pup but the Alpha's. He, of course, had no proof of his claims but still went ahead with his plan. Failing and not long after getting himself killed and leaving me to continue to try and clean up his mess. I still didn't know how much the girl remembered. And with her now in contact with her pack, I couldn't have her telling them what she knew. If she knew who was behind her parents' deaths, it could mean war for my pack. Something I
AlisonThe next few days seemed to go by super-fast but, at the same time, went by so slowly, if that was even possible. I spent my time, as I always did, in the yard working out. The day before my release, I was pulled from the cell block after the morning count and taken to the warden's office. He was an ugly man. He had a ring on his ring finger indicating he was married, but I didn't see any woman that could possibly love him. He had a huge nose that had what looked like craters spotted all over it. His eyebrows were thick and bushy. Maybe they wouldn't have been so noticeable if they weren't black. He kept his hair in a crew cut as though he was in the military or something. He also wore a suit as though he didn't work in a prison and was important. And for a heavy guy, he walked around as though he was the most attractive-looking guy there ever was. I was sure he fancied himself as good looking too. Sometimes he would walk around the prison and flirt with some of the women, who
AdamIt was after ten in the morning, and I was outside pacing back and forth. They should have returned by now. How long did it take to bring in one girl? Ian had taken three men with him. Charles, my third and good friend. Gunther, one of the pack's best trackers. And Drake, he had been my father's beta and was now the one we turned to when we needed answers from a prisoner. He knew how to get people to talk. I was about to call Ian's phone when the van skidded to a stop a few feet away from me. Ian climbed out of the back, with Charles climbing out with him. Charles held towels to Ian's arms as blood seeped from them. Gunther climbed out of the driver's seat and walked around to help Charles with Ian, while Drake climbed out with a very much unconscious woman. My wolf tried pushing forward when our eyes landed on her face. That face that looked older and stronger than the one in the photograph in her file on my desk. And yet it looked so much the same. I pushed my wolf back, makin
Alison I sat in the cell for hours while I waited. Whoever this alpha was, he had been watching my interaction with the other wolf. If I hadn't felt his eyes burrowing into my head before, the guy freezing in the middle of unlocking my cell was a sure giveaway. After a while, I started to grow bored, so I stood up and paced back and forth. Finally, I smelled someone else approaching my cell. I stopped so that I was just out of arm's length, so if someone were to reach through the bars, they wouldn't be able to reach me. But not so far away, it wouldn't seem as though I wasn't right there in their face. The man that appeared was, well, if I may say so, mouth-watering. He looked like he lived in a gym. His muscles went on for days as they threatened to rip his shirt right off his body. His brown hair hung down to his shoulders. His face was covered in stubble as though he hadn't shaved in a few days. My wolf yipped in excitement and did what I could only describe as a happy dance at th
AlisonMy heart felt like it had been ripped out and stomped on. The one person the goddess had made for me, the one that was supposed to love and care for me, had chosen another. No, they hadn't fully mated, and he did not wear her mark, but he married her and declared her as the one he loved, mate be damned. The moment I allowed myself to shift, I could hear my uncle in my head, my link with my old pack reigniting. He tried to console me, but I wouldn't listen to him. My wolf howled in pain when my mate locked me into the cell again. His face was not showing any emotions. I had given him what he wanted, I had told him everything I knew, and now he was going to return to her. The she-wolf that took what was not hers. It only took a few minutes of howling, and I could hear others answering me, letting me know I was not alone for once in my life. My mate may have turned his back on me, but the pack called family had grown over the years, and they were here now for me. It wasn't long a
Owen***Five years earlier.****The sound of the truck hitting the side of my smaller car was deafening. My body felt like it was floating as the car flew through the air rolling several times before coming to a stop. Glass was everywhere. My whole body was in pain. Every airbag in the car had deployed. One hit me head-on, while another came from my left side. It all happened so fast. One second, everything was going so well. We were laughing and singing along with the songs on the radio. The next, the world seemed to end as everything went silent. The last thing I remember was hanging upside down inside my flipped-over car, blood flowing down into my eyes as everything went black.When I open my eyes next, I am in a cold room with mint-colored walls. The only sound was of the machines connected to all the wires connected to me making beeping sounds. The room was dark except for the glow of the same machines that showed I was still alive. I tried to sit up, but moving proved to be ver