His father was a very complicated man, he thought.
He didn't know it at that time but his father was the Alpha of their pack.
It would later explain why his father was so busy and always troubled.
His troubles would later be Jace's but he had no idea.
Jace smelt the ground for something. He could smell blood in the air. It felt like the perfect thing for him. He sniffed the ground and picked up a scent. He was not going to give up on it.
He tracked it to the nearest location when he met his father.
They captured him and put him in a small cage.
The first transformations were usually out of sync and it took a while to get better.
He hated the first time it happened so bad that he considered ending it all.
It slowly got better after a while. He didn't wait for it to happen while he was at home.
Jace saw the potential of what he was being called into. He knew how stressful it would be to take up the task from his father.
He left home when he was eighteen and never came back until now.
Jace knew that it was only a matter of time before power was passed on to him. He didn't know when it would happen but he would know while it was happening.
The McCains were a family of purebred wolves that had been alive since almost the 1200s. His family went as far back as the fall of Egypt.
His home was a pictorial representation of their rich history and all the things that they had stored with every passing generation.
The werewolves of Belmont Falls were a proud clan who protected their own with their lives.
He had run from his duty for far too long. He knew that the messenger was coming when he felt that surge of power coursed through his veins.
He was the first born son of three. He had a brother and a sister.
Jace was twenty eight years old now. He had not seen his family in over ten years and he wasn't sure these were the best circumstances to see them.
He didn't know if he was going to be able to carry on the duties of an alpha.
He knew that his father had died when he gained the powers of the Alpha.
He automatically knew it in that Instant. He had felt the power take him over as soon as he drew his last breath.
He had to take over from his father. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone found him and brought him back home.
He groaned inwardly as he mentally envisaged the idea of coming back to Belmont.
It had not been his home for almost a decade or even more. For him to go back home right now and act like nothing had happened was nothing short of ridiculous yet here it was. The very thing that he had been avoiding had come to pass.
Jenna was here. Jenna was his best friend growing up.
He knew exactly what they were trying to do, sending his best friend to try to get him to come back home. It was a desperate attempt. If he didn't know any better, he would have said that they wanted to seduce him back home with the feminine charms of a woman and by God almighty, she was looking so different.
He couldn't believe his eyes when he actually saw her. It was now that he understood why the pack had sent her.
They had history and he didn't exactly want to punch her in the face. He was sure that someone else would have elicited that precise reaction.
He stared at her delicate nature as he tried to steel himself to whatever tactic she planned to lure him away with.
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He knew they would have found him eventually and he was not surprised when someone came for him. He didn't even fight it. He had been running for years but he knew now more than ever that it was important that they get through to him.
They were wolves after all. He didn't have the strength to evade capture for the rest of his life.
He had tried to stay under the radar but he could only do so much.
He didn't need to open the door to know who was behind it. Keen sense of smell and all that. He was glad that it was her and not anyone else.
He opened his door, leveling a smile at her.
Things had changed since he last saw her. He was eighteen then.
She had begged him to stay. He couldn't.
He needed to get away from the family. He had become so overwhelmed that he didn't know how else to deal with it but find his own path and that was what he had done. He found his own path and made a name for himself but now the place that he had run from all his life was calling out to him.
He was needed. He didn't want that responsibility but it was thrust on him anyway.
He bet that she didn't forgive him but she seemed to have aged very well.
He admired her curves as she entered the house.
Jace mentally slapped himself. This was Jenna. She was like a sister to him. Jenna had also turned about two years after he did. He had gotten a lot of practice in all the four years that he had stayed at home.
His father had taught him all that he needed to know.
The pack was loving but he didn't think he could stay there.
He knew the answer he was going to give to Jenna but she didn't have to get it right away. He couldn't stand going back to that town where he would become cooped up. His whole life had been scripted.
He didn't know about anybody but he always preferred not to know what the future would hold.
It was the one thing he never seemed to be able to stomach.
He was practically groomed to fill the role. He couldn't have that. He had a lot of things that he wanted to do with his life.He learnt all he could until he was eighteen before he left the town.He barely remembered much from the town. Even though it was where he had grown up, all of his memories had not exactly been pleasant ones. That was in the past now he told himself. He needed to make sure that Belmont stayed as his past. He missed Jenna more than he could express."Hi Jace." Jenna said, as soon as she got to his home. "It's been a minute." She said in that dreamy tone of hers.He didn't see why they couldn't just enjoy being together. It would have been just like old times except they were no longer children and life was a lot more serious now. He was so far from home but she smelled like something he couldn't quite place his finger on.She still styled her hair almost the same way, he noted. She was still very pretty, he concluded.She smiled the same way. She was still t
Where it did not feel like some destiny that was tailored out for her was looming at the back of her head.That was him if he was being honest. It was all he had Everly been aware of. It was the very reason why home did not feel like home for him.The first chance he had gotten, he bailed. He bailed without looking back and until now, he didn't feel the least bit sorry about wanting to live his life.He stared at her as she rested her back on the chair."Water." She said as she noticed that he raised his hands to ask her the question again. She knew him so well. She was the only one that did right now, he thought to himself. Clive was gone. He still found it weird that he called his father Clive. Heck, the man never knew him. He always went on and on about duty but somehow, he still managed to accommodate his excesses. Still, that did not count as actually knowing him for what it was worth, he told himself.If there was one person that had the ability to guess what he was thinking t
"Jace," Jenna said, almost walking on her tippy toes as she came closer to him. "The pack needs you, Jace." She told him as she slowly dropped the glass of water on the nearest table that she could find."What about what I need?" He asked her in a very patient voice. "Do you even know why I left?"She stared at him with moist eyes, looking like she couldn't hurt a fly but he knew what this was. It was just like all those times, long ago.She wanted him to cave into her will with all the tears and emotion. He could sense it. He smiled a bitter smile, half to himself as he let the thoughts run through him. They sure knew what they were doing by sending her. He was aware of the effects she carried but somehow, he couldn't seem to shake the whole feeling that she brought.It was one thing when he knew she would turn on the water works and instantly get him to cave in. It was another thing for him not to be able to resist it.He still cared about her and he knew it.He could recall when
You didn't touch a vampiress who didn't want to be touched in the first place. That is a rule that all fools should be aware of.Purebloods were very powerful.The beast inside was straining on his leash due to excitement.Everyone in the bar froze for a split second before focusing their gaze on her. The third wolf was on the floor in front of the vamp. His claws were already extending, even though he hadn't transformed yet. She yanked his head back to expose his neck with one small hand at his throat and the other clutching his hair. Vampires were notorious for going for the throat. It's all so predictable. They were always feeble because of their hunger."Kill the bitch..." A mumble came from one of the guys she'd tossed a couple of times suddenly reached him.He could understand why his ego would be bruised but no one was killing anyone. Not tonight, not here.She was pretty strong though, he remarked to himself. She had tossed him a good ten feet. With his claws out and blood flo
The wolf inside growled... Mine.If Jace was being honest, he hated being back home. It had been years since his father had died now. A man that he barely knew. Now, a new battle was brewing and he was glad that he was home for it. It didn’t matter what he wanted anymore. He had to protect the pact. This was his pack and his home. He had come back home and settled into his role as the Alpha. He didn’t get it right away but he was doing his utmost best.What he wanted to do now was marry this little princess and become the leader that he knee himself to be. It would be a sacrifice on his part but it would ensure his survival. All of their survival.When you were caught between death and hell, you had no choice but to seek rescue from the big, bad wolf. With a quiet click, the door to the small cupboard closed.“Hailey Rambeaux,” she introduced herself and she tried hard not to tense her shoulders. Alone. I'm with him. The footsteps of the werewolf echoed throughout the room. She kept
"You would regret this," the man said as he coughed blood. The masked figure had sped into his bedroom. He couldn't mistake the scent of these blood sucking creatures. He really had grown old and senile like they all said he had, he thought to himself, chuckling inwardly as he realized that his death may just be minutes from happening. he did not intend to go out without a fight.He bared his fangs at the hooded figure as he tried to get up from a pool of his own blood. "It's over Clive." The masked figure said as he rushed towards him to bury a silver knife in his chest.Clive screamed at the top of his voice in a guttural growl that rent the air.He grabbed the vampire's hands, leaving a claw mark on it as the figure wrestled his hands away."You're already done." He said as he took a couple of steps back.He watched as the hooded figure stepped back from him. "Your time is over." He said as he held his left hand to stop the blood from flowing.Clive had gotten him good. He knew
The wolf inside growled... Mine.If Jace was being honest, he hated being back home. It had been years since his father had died now. A man that he barely knew. Now, a new battle was brewing and he was glad that he was home for it. It didn’t matter what he wanted anymore. He had to protect the pact. This was his pack and his home. He had come back home and settled into his role as the Alpha. He didn’t get it right away but he was doing his utmost best.What he wanted to do now was marry this little princess and become the leader that he knee himself to be. It would be a sacrifice on his part but it would ensure his survival. All of their survival.When you were caught between death and hell, you had no choice but to seek rescue from the big, bad wolf. With a quiet click, the door to the small cupboard closed.“Hailey Rambeaux,” she introduced herself and she tried hard not to tense her shoulders. Alone. I'm with him. The footsteps of the werewolf echoed throughout the room. She kept
You didn't touch a vampiress who didn't want to be touched in the first place. That is a rule that all fools should be aware of.Purebloods were very powerful.The beast inside was straining on his leash due to excitement.Everyone in the bar froze for a split second before focusing their gaze on her. The third wolf was on the floor in front of the vamp. His claws were already extending, even though he hadn't transformed yet. She yanked his head back to expose his neck with one small hand at his throat and the other clutching his hair. Vampires were notorious for going for the throat. It's all so predictable. They were always feeble because of their hunger."Kill the bitch..." A mumble came from one of the guys she'd tossed a couple of times suddenly reached him.He could understand why his ego would be bruised but no one was killing anyone. Not tonight, not here.She was pretty strong though, he remarked to himself. She had tossed him a good ten feet. With his claws out and blood flo
"Jace," Jenna said, almost walking on her tippy toes as she came closer to him. "The pack needs you, Jace." She told him as she slowly dropped the glass of water on the nearest table that she could find."What about what I need?" He asked her in a very patient voice. "Do you even know why I left?"She stared at him with moist eyes, looking like she couldn't hurt a fly but he knew what this was. It was just like all those times, long ago.She wanted him to cave into her will with all the tears and emotion. He could sense it. He smiled a bitter smile, half to himself as he let the thoughts run through him. They sure knew what they were doing by sending her. He was aware of the effects she carried but somehow, he couldn't seem to shake the whole feeling that she brought.It was one thing when he knew she would turn on the water works and instantly get him to cave in. It was another thing for him not to be able to resist it.He still cared about her and he knew it.He could recall when
Where it did not feel like some destiny that was tailored out for her was looming at the back of her head.That was him if he was being honest. It was all he had Everly been aware of. It was the very reason why home did not feel like home for him.The first chance he had gotten, he bailed. He bailed without looking back and until now, he didn't feel the least bit sorry about wanting to live his life.He stared at her as she rested her back on the chair."Water." She said as she noticed that he raised his hands to ask her the question again. She knew him so well. She was the only one that did right now, he thought to himself. Clive was gone. He still found it weird that he called his father Clive. Heck, the man never knew him. He always went on and on about duty but somehow, he still managed to accommodate his excesses. Still, that did not count as actually knowing him for what it was worth, he told himself.If there was one person that had the ability to guess what he was thinking t
He was practically groomed to fill the role. He couldn't have that. He had a lot of things that he wanted to do with his life.He learnt all he could until he was eighteen before he left the town.He barely remembered much from the town. Even though it was where he had grown up, all of his memories had not exactly been pleasant ones. That was in the past now he told himself. He needed to make sure that Belmont stayed as his past. He missed Jenna more than he could express."Hi Jace." Jenna said, as soon as she got to his home. "It's been a minute." She said in that dreamy tone of hers.He didn't see why they couldn't just enjoy being together. It would have been just like old times except they were no longer children and life was a lot more serious now. He was so far from home but she smelled like something he couldn't quite place his finger on.She still styled her hair almost the same way, he noted. She was still very pretty, he concluded.She smiled the same way. She was still t
His father was a very complicated man, he thought. He didn't know it at that time but his father was the Alpha of their pack. It would later explain why his father was so busy and always troubled. His troubles would later be Jace's but he had no idea.Jace smelt the ground for something. He could smell blood in the air. It felt like the perfect thing for him. He sniffed the ground and picked up a scent. He was not going to give up on it.He tracked it to the nearest location when he met his father.They captured him and put him in a small cage.The first transformations were usually out of sync and it took a while to get better.He hated the first time it happened so bad that he considered ending it all.It slowly got better after a while. He didn't wait for it to happen while he was at home.Jace saw the potential of what he was being called into. He knew how stressful it would be to take up the task from his father. He left home when he was eighteen and never came back until now
"You would regret this," the man said as he coughed blood. The masked figure had sped into his bedroom. He couldn't mistake the scent of these blood sucking creatures. He really had grown old and senile like they all said he had, he thought to himself, chuckling inwardly as he realized that his death may just be minutes from happening. he did not intend to go out without a fight.He bared his fangs at the hooded figure as he tried to get up from a pool of his own blood. "It's over Clive." The masked figure said as he rushed towards him to bury a silver knife in his chest.Clive screamed at the top of his voice in a guttural growl that rent the air.He grabbed the vampire's hands, leaving a claw mark on it as the figure wrestled his hands away."You're already done." He said as he took a couple of steps back.He watched as the hooded figure stepped back from him. "Your time is over." He said as he held his left hand to stop the blood from flowing.Clive had gotten him good. He knew