Josephine's POVMoonlight, filtered through a canopy of ancient oaks, painted the forest floor in silver stripes. My boots, worn soft by countless nocturnal ramblings, crunched on fallen leaves, the only sound besides the rhythmic thump of my own heart.Fear, a familiar friend, slithered through my veins, but not the cowering kind. This was the thrill of the forbidden, the anticipation of a secret world just beyond the veil of night.I was on my way to the Moonfall Clearing, the sacred hunting ground of the Blackfur pack, a lycanthrope community shrouded in myth and legend. My connection to them? My blood, a whisper of wolf passed down through generations in my family. It was my mother's original pack before moving to Killian's Nightcrest pack.The air grew thick with the musky scent of pine and wet earth, a primal cocktail that quickened my pulse. My senses, honed by years of solitary nights, picked up the subtle symphony of the forest, the rustle of unseen creatures, the distant hoo
"Tsk Rogue Lycans," Julie clicked her tongue in distaste. Concentrating on my hyper smell, I realized Julie's statement to be true. These weren't mere highway robbers or Lycan hunters. These were rouge Lycans."Sinners must be punished!" The presumed Leader yelled with his hands outstretched. He seemed like a lunatic, "It is the will of God!""Shouldn't we have a little fun with them boss?, look at them, they look and smell delicious," One of them pointing a gun at Josephine rolled his tongue while the others nodded in agreement.Each Cheer carried an icy tendril down my spine, slithering into the pit of my stomach where dread curdles like sour milk. My breath hitches, trapped like a startled bird in the cage of my ribs, and my body tautens, a bowstring drawn back on an arrow of pure terror.My skin prickles, crawling with unseen claws. My throat tightens, the air a thick paste clogging my lungs. I swallow, forcing the sound down, but it gurgles like a rusty pipe, amplifying the silen
After learning about what had earlier happened today, Josephine had gotten herself invited to dinner and ended up sitting at the left side of Killian, while I was on the other side.As he entered the dining room, Killian gave Josephine a peck on the cheek and absentmindedly helped her into the chair."Thank you so much Josephine, I owe you my life for this," He said with a gorgeous smile that had me drooling."There is no need to thank me, I was only helping a friend and my Luna," She responded.Unknown to many both Killian and Viktor were already well aware of Josephine's elite skills in hunting and fighting, however they were both oblivious to her magical abilities. For this reason he wasn't surprised Josephine had taken down a dozen rogue Lycan."I'm glad to hear that and I'm sorry you were put in that position,""It's fine, anything to help,"Rolling my eyes, I sat down and moved my chair in by myself, Killian apologized to me for not conducting a personal tour of the territory."
“Yes, you do look okay to me,” Killian caught my hand. “Right. You look fine. I didn’t mean, ” Romeo began.“No, no. It’s okay. I want to look presentable...” I pulled my hand free and backed out of the room, before turning and hurrying up the stairs. After taking the quickest shower on record, I stood in front of the closet trying to decide what to wear. What was the appropriate attire for a pack meeting when you were the Alpha’s mate? The meetings at home were usually rather stuffy and I’d avoided them like the plague, but were they the same here? I didn’t want to dress too casually and look as if I didn’t care. On the other hand, too formal of an outfit would make me seem stuck up, as if I thought I was better than the rest. Finally, I decided on an almost new pair of black jeans and a cotton sweater. Slipping in a pair of gold earrings and a bracelet, I studied myself in the mirror, hoping I’d hit the right note. My hair fell softly around my face and I used a touch of eye sha
Killian's POVOnce the presents were opened and the cake served, I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the festivities, we do have a monthly meeting to hold, so if everyone would take a seat, we can begin.” The general rumble of conversation slowly dissipated as people settled into their seats. Linda, Christine, and Hailey sat to the side near the front, while Romeo and I took our places at a central table and podium. After smiling over at Hailey, I began.“Before we start, I’d like to thank all of you once again for your good wishes and the warm welcome you’ve given Hailey. I know we both appreciate it. Your support means a lot to us, especially in these difficult times.” A polite round of applause cut me off, and I waited for it to die down before continuing. “I have a number of important points to bring up tonight and then we’ll open the floor to discussion."“First, as I’m sure you all know, Chester was shot two nights ago while out on patrol. I’d like to assure y
When no one spoke up, I glanced at Killian, who nodded to Romeo to distribute the maps of the pack’s territory. Two areas stood out in color on the map. I was already studying it with interest. What was the significance of the colored regions? After the maps had been distributed, Romeo began to explain. “The next point on this evening’s agenda has to do with Northern Oil. I’ve given each of you a map so you can see the exact areas in question. The section outlined in red indicates where Northern Oil wants to do its exploratory drilling. It’s close to several underground streams and could possibly result in the contamination of our groundwater and thus our wells."In addition, in order to bring in the needed equipment, several large tracts of land would have to be cleared and temporary roads constructed. As you can see, it’s a significant area, despite their claims otherwise,""A powerful CEO billionaire named Caspian Edgar is at the forefront of this deal. His company Edgar Drills i
Christine and I worked together to clean up the meeting room, having sent Linda off to bed. With her pregnancy so far advanced, she was tired easily and her ankles were swollen. As I gathered paper plates and napkins, I glanced towards the front of the room. A few people still remained talking to Killian and Romeo. Josephine was standing near the edge of the group and seemed to be trying to catch Killian's attention, but the Alpha was too busy to notice.Christine walked by with the remains of the slab cake and paused, taking in the scene. “Josephine made a strategic error tonight when she mentioned selling the land. Now she’s trying to backpedal. Killian loves this place and he’s been worried sick about losing even a corner of it," "Her ‘playing devil’s advocate’ line didn’t go over well. William could get away with it, Killian knows he’s a crafty old coot and was setting things up so the facts could be stated, but Josephine was simply planting seeds of doubt. It’s going to take s
In the heart of the night, the woods transform into a realm of inky shadows and hushed whispers. Sunlight surrenders to an inky tapestry woven from the branches of ancient trees, their silhouettes clawing at the star-dusted sky.The air hangs heavy with the heady fragrance of damp earth and decaying leaves, a primal perfume hinting at the unseen life that stirs beneath the fallen foliage. Crickets chirp their high-pitched serenades, while owls hoot a haunting counterpoint from the shadowed depths.But amidst the hush, there is beauty too. Fireflies, like tiny, errant stars, weave their constellations against the velvet canvas of the night. Ghostly mushrooms, luminous in the gloom, push through the damp earth, spectral lanterns lighting the way for unseen wanderers.Deep within these woods, five figures sat around a fire, three of which were badly injured. The leader, a short crooked man by the name bill, who had just lost an arm in a battle wore a frown on his gashed face."That bitch
A week later, the world felt a little flatter. The police had finally wrapped up their investigation. It was a random act of violence, they said. Lucy, just in the wrong place at the wrong time. A stupid, pointless loss. The idea that Aldrich wouldn’t be blamed for anything grated on me, but I knew involving him would open a can of worms I wasn’t ready to deal with. It wouldn’t bring Lucy back anyway.We brought her home, to Stump River. The town was in mourning. Armand was a shadow of himself, the twinkle gone from his eyes. He disappeared for days after the service and I wondered if he’d turned into a bear and wandered off to grieve in the woods. Were his emotions as raw when he was in animal form? Or did he spend his time scratching at trees, trying to claw the pain away? When he finally reappeared, he looked haggard, but there was a strange kind of peace in his eyes.Beth and Josh went all out with the newspaper article. Pictures of Lucy, smiling and laughing, filled the pages.
Morning. I reclined in the seat as Viktor slowly drove the car out of the parking garage. We’d talked on and off throughout the night and I’d finally accepted the truth of what he’d been telling me. I was becoming a werewolf. There’d been anger and tears; he’d apologized, even though forcing my transformation hadn’t been intentional. Eventually, I’d come to a sort of numb acceptance of the fact.However, my whole life was changing now. I wasn’t just Adriana Watson, waitress and journalism student. Now I was Adriana Watson, secret werewolf. From what I could gather from Viktor's ‘crash course in wolves,’ they were social creatures and lived in packs. There was an Alpha who kept everyone in line and made the important decisions, though pack meetings were held to discuss options. Full moons were a time to party and, if you were new to the whole werewolf thing like me, you had no control and transformed once a month. Older wolves could fight the effects if they wished, though most didn’
My heart pounded like a trapped animal as the lycans closed in, their red eyes burning into me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. These creatures were straight out of a nightmare."Adriana, get behind me," my voice was frantic as I shoved her aside, preparing to shift."Vik..." she whispered, clinging to my arm."Don't worry, Everything will be alright, just need to handle a few stray dogs that's all" I managed a reassuring smile, and then I charged. A towering black wolf replaced me, my fur bristling with tension.The air was thick with the metallic taste of blood and the sharp scent of fear. My senses were on high alert, every hair on my body standing on end. Dozens of pairs of eyes, glowing like embers, focused on me. A massive red lycan charged, but I was faster, slipping beneath its snapping jaws. I countered with a swift attack, his teeth sinking into the lycan's flesh.A deafening howl filled the cavern as the red lycan bucked me off, sending me crashing into the cold, damp
Adriana's povThe metallic tang of blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. Viktor and I stood frozen, our gazes glued to Aldrich's lifeless body slumped on the floor. A single, neat bullet hole marred his forehead. What the hell just happened?The echo of Mr. Greyson's voice shattered the stunned silence. "A pleasure to finally meet you both, Miss Watson and Viktor Donovan... or should I say Viktor Dominique?"My head snapped towards Viktor, relief flooding my chest at his presence. According to him, he was some kind of werewolf. Maybe, just maybe, with him by my side, I had a fighting chance.A nagging worry gnawed at me. If what Viktor said was true, then did that mean I wasn't entirely human? I shoved the thought aside. This wasn't the time to unravel my existential crisis. Getting out of this place alive was priority number one. Viktor could explain everything later.Viktor narrowed his eyes at Greyson, his voice laced with suspicion. "How'd you figure out my real name?"Grey
Viktor's povFollowing a hunch, I hailed a cab and rattled off the address for Greyson's estate. The city was a chaotic mess, a constant symphony of honking horns and shouted insults. I tuned it out, my gut churning with worry. My wolf whined its primal need to find Adriana, to know she was safe.The thought of her alone, grappling with the Change with no guidance, tore at me. Would her body and mind accept this forced transformation? Or would she fight it, a resistance that could be fatal according to Nadia? The icy grip of fear tightened around my heart.But then, a chilling logic surfaced. If she'd spilled the secret, if the wolves knew, she was already a dead woman walking. Was a swift death from the Change preferable to one at my hand? Could I even look her in the eye, deliver the killing blow?Alpha. Duty. The words echoed in my head, hollow and meaningless. Images of Adriana flooded my mind her warm brown eyes, the defiant lift of her chin, the way she'd make me laugh with her
Panic clawed at my throat as Lucy's ragged breaths became uneven. Her pale face, framed by blood-soaked blonde hair, sent a jolt of fear through me. My fingers trembled as I brushed her cheek, whispering her name, but there was no response. A string of curses ripped from my lips. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be hurt, possibly dying. This wasn't her mess. Lucy was pure sunshine, always radiating warmth and kindness. Guilt gnawed at me, reminding me of her playful teasing, the way she'd sashay around with a tray of drinks and a witty comment on her lips. I blinked back the moisture stinging my eyes. Steeling myself, I rose. Moving to the sofa, I sniffed where the unknown male's scent lingered. A scent and a maybe-name –l meager scraps of evidence in a city this size. The scent would be impossible to track, and "Greyson" meant nothing to me. What the hell was I supposed to do? Sirens wailed in the distance, a sharp reminder of the need to leave. Being caught at a crime scene would
The door suddenly opened and I was forced to abandon my conflicted thoughts. Jumping to my feet, I turned to face an obviously surprised Lucy. “Viktor, what are you doing here?” “Hi, Lucy. I… um… ” She walked up to me and kissed my cheek, before moving to take her coat off. “Never mind. I know the truth." “You do?” He stiffened, assuming the worst. “Of course. You’re sorry for your fight with Ria and came here to make up.” “Uh… Right. That’s it.” I latched onto the lifeline she’d unknowingly handed to me. “I’m here to make things right.” Lucy nodded, glancing at Adriana lying on the sofa, her face quickly changing from a happy to grin to real concern. “Oh, is she sick again?” “Yeah. She fainted coming into the building and I carried her up here. She has a fever. I was just going to give her an aspirin." “I’ll get some from the medicine cabinet.” Lucy turned to go. “No. I already checked. There isn’t any. Um… why don’t you sit with her and I’ll go to the store.” I f
I didn't know where she was. Just be quiet, I ordered myself, clenching my jaw. Creeping past the doorway, I peeked into the first room the bedroom. Clothes were strewn everywhere, a mishmash of Lucy's floral patterns and my own dark t-shirts. Her scent lingered, a familiar mix of lavender and something distinctly... her. The bathroom was empty, the towels abandoned in a heap. Back in the living area, a few papers lay scattered on the counter. Junk mail, bills, nothing interesting. But then aha! On a nearby table, Adriana laptop glowed, left open. Sitting down, I scanned the screen, my stomach tightening. My name stared back at me, bold and accusing, next to a picture file I knew for a fact I'd deleted. That little...! Somehow, she'd gotten more copies. Fury surged through me as I clicked on the document titled with my name. The more I read, the deeper my scowl became. By the time I reached the final paragraphs, I wanted to hurl the damn machine across the room. There it was, in bl
“Are you sure you’ll be all right?” Lucy stared at me with a frown. “You still don’t look so good.” We were leaning against the kitchen counter sipping coffee and preparing to start our day. I, however reluctantly, had to head off to meet with Aldrich, while Lucy was going to spend the morning taking a bus tour of the city that I had recommended. Rolling my eyes, I reassured Lucy, yet again. "Honestly, I'm fine. The fever broke last night. My arm's not as sore. It's just a lack of sleep and nerves over this meeting that are making me look less than prime. I'll go see Aldrich and give him this report while you take a tour of the city. Then we'll meet back here for lunch and go shopping." "Why don't you just e-mail the report and come with me?" I sighed. "I wish, but Aldrich hates e-mail. He wants face to face contact. I think he likes to watch people squirm." Seeing Lucy's concerned expression, I added a light laugh. "Don't worry. I'll be fine." "Well… if you're sure." "Go." I