"Now, let me tell you how we are going to play this," Her uncle said calmly as he took her through a hallway paved in gold. As if they didn't just leave a scene of slaughtered werewolves in their wake or that a few minutes before he wasn't going to have her killed. She tried to act indifferent, not knowing where this was leading. But all her senses were on high alert for any signs of danger, clutching the dagger tightly under her jacket. She didn't know if he was mated now or had offspring. The last time she saw him, he was having problems with neighboring packs and had come to her father for help. There was never any mention of an immediate family. And with how quiet the house seemed, it appeared he was living alone. He took her into his study with bookshelves framing one side of the wall and a wine cabinet on the other. The office had a high ceiling and at two corners of it were two stuffed heads of terrifying-looking wolves, mounted high up the walls. The room smelled strongly o
Eirika slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the dim light filtering through the curtains. She yawned and stretched her arms, feeling the stiffness in her muscles from sleeping too long. Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock as she realized the sun had already set and the moon had risen high in the sky. She had slept for an entire day! "Holy hells!" she cursed and quickly jumped out of bed, adrenaline pumping through her veins as the happenings of the previous day replayed in her head. She looked around her new home with her eyes darting in their sockets. If she must form a plan she really couldn't afford to be carried away. The real task was just beginning and first, she must know her terrain She decided to freshen up and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom. She took a long, hot shower, feeling the warm water soothe her aching body. After getting dressed, she went to the kitchen to make herself some food. Rummaging through the cupboards, she found some eggs, bacon, and bre
Eirika saw the scar-faced guy standing up watching them intently. His eyes were cold and piercing. She held Nigel’s gaze, plastered a seductive smile on her face, and closed the distance between them, deliberately swaying her hips for effect and batting her eyelashes. “I promise, handsome, this was not my fault. The big, bad guy was being mean to me and poor Brook,” she said, pouting, and placed an open palm against his chest to stare into his unfamiliar-colored eyes. She recalled his eyes used to be hazel with gold flecks and now they were dull green like regular wolves. “And you need to be careful or I might start thinking you are following me. This is the third time we have run into each other today,” she added. Nigel’s eyebrow furrowed as he returned her keen stare. “You can’t keep getting into trouble like this, pup,” Nigel said. Eirika almost collapsed from relief. ‘Thank you,’ she mouthed. And aloud she said, “He started it!” Two werewolves tried to help Jack up but he ro
"I'm down in the basement, dad," Nigel said, and shortly after Eirika heard the door open and turned around. Her eyes widened with surprise when she saw it was her uncle's beta. He eyed her warily, darting his gaze from her to Nigel. "Dad…" "Good evening or should I say morning, Miss Aria," the older werewolf said. "Aria?" Nigel repeated. "Since when are you Aria?" Nigel said with a confused frown. "You know this young lady?" his father asked. "We went to school together," Nigel said and went to stand beside his dad. The two of them stood side by side and Eirika recalled why she had thought the older man looked familiar. They looked alike but their eyes were all wrong. "Why are your eyes dull green?" Eirika asked. Nigel arched an eyebrow at her. His father frowned, looking worried. "Maybe if you explain what's really going on with you, I will trust you with my answers," Nigel said, "because we both know you are not Aria. You are wearing contacts and that is not your real hai
Nigel knocked on Eirika's door at the crack of dawn. She answered the door in her training gear, ready to start the day. They went for a jog in the woods, sticking to the shoreline away from the town’s border where they might be sighted. They jogged side by side in companionable silence. Nigel's father had warned her to be careful what she and Nigel discussed in the open, reminding them they were in a werewolf's pack and nothing much was hidden. He told them not to let anyone know that they had a history. Otherwise, that would get Nigel in trouble. When they returned to Eirika's cottage, she offered to cook Nigel breakfast, joking–in dark humor–about taking advantage of the hospitality. Nigel agreed, holding her gaze. Eirika cooked them a hearty breakfast, and Nigel quickly devoured his. "Thanks for the breakfast, Eirika. It's… not bad," Nigel said. Eirika threw a napkin at him. He chuckled and she couldn’t help but stared at him, still in disbelief that she was with Nigel Hartwell
"First, you need to be quick on your feet. Use your agility to dodge their attacks and strike when they're off balance. "Remember, Eirika, always keep your guard up," Nigel reminded her. "Your opponent can strike at any moment."Eirika followed his instructions and began to practice her moves on a punching bag.After a few minutes, Nigel decided it was time for her to try them out on him again. He put on some protective gear and stepped into the ring with her. Eirika felt a surge of adrenaline as she faced off against him. They spent hours practicing different techniques, with Nigel emphasizing the importance of strategy and quick thinking.They sparred for what felt like hours, Eirika trying out different moves and Nigel giving her tips and feedback along the way. By the end of the session, Eirika was sweating and out of breath, but she felt more confident in her ability to defend herself.Next up was archery. Nigel set up a series of targets at varying distances and instructed Eirik
After six weeks in the Silvertooth Nightstalkers Pack, Eirika had formed a pattern, she trained with Nigel as often as they could and when Nigel was busy training the new members of the Pack, she went to help Brook in the bar. Jack, Hawk, and the other enforcers often showed up at the bar and although Jack kept his distance, she had seen him giving her a cold stare across the room. And in all that time, she only crossed paths with her uncle once when Brook asked her to make a delivery to an upscale establishment a few blocks away from her uncle's house. A young brunette had opened the door for her, wearing a robe over a sexy getup. The lady thanked and paid Eirika but before she shut the door, Eirika saw her uncle walk past the lady in nothing but boxers when he saw her his steps faltered but then he walked away without saying anything. Eirika simply nodded her thanks and turned to leave. Remembering the part her uncle played in her parents' death made fury burn inside her all over
"Hey!" One of them yelled. But before they could react. Beta Shadowclaw transformed into a massive Lycan, his fur bristling with fury. With lightning-fast speed, he attacked the guards, taking them down one by one.Eirika watched in awe as the older Lycan dispatched the guards with ease. When he was finished, he turned to her and snarled, "Run!"Eirika gave him a grateful nod and sprinted past the fallen guards, her heart racing with adrenaline.Weeks before: ArricArric crept through the forest surrounding his father's pack's territory, careful to avoid making any noise that might alert the guards patrolling the perimeter. He knew the layout of the castle-like structure that served as his father's home like the back of his hand.He moved stealthily across the courtyard, hugging the shadows in his black hooded cloak and ducking behind bushes whenever he saw a guard approach. His heightened senses allowed him to sense their presence even before they came into view, and he used his keen