Sarah "Oh finally, you're up. Lucas said not to disturb you." Ma walked past, hands filled with clothes. "He said you had a fright last night. Feeling okay now?" I nodded. Ma was the head of staff at Lucas’ mansion. Her name was Marika but she preferred to be called Ma. She was very doting when it came to Lucas but held a slight resentment towards me. I believe she felt that way towards anyone Lucas shows a tiny bit of attention. It must have taken a miracle to drag her out of the house and away from her duties to Lucas. The house was bustling with activities as noise filtered into my room. It was a miracle how I slept through it. Last night must have taken a toll on me. “What's going on downstairs?” I asked, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom. “Is Lucas still around?” "The men are at work,” she answered flatly, ignoring my question about Lucas. "I'll have Uriel run you a bath. Would you like to clean your room by yourself? Or I could have the girls do it
SarahI sat on the floor of the toilet and stuffed my fist into my mouth, screaming till my lungs felt raw. Everything happening was beginning to take a toll on me.I'd lost track of the reason why I was back here, in Nightshade pack, in the first place —to have my revenge on Ryder.Now, I'm saddled with unwanted feelings and dead animals appearing in my bed. I was letting Ryder affect me. I was letting him get to my head and body.I shuddered, shaking off the memories that threatened to cloud my mind.I stopped screaming and began to laugh. I hear the madness in it.I didn't care.I was already mad thinking I could live a lie. I knew sooner or later, I would have to accept the truth. It was useless fighting it.The truth that, I'll never be immune to Ryder. Beneath the layers of hate and mistrust, my heart still ached to be loved by that monster.But first, I intended to burn the bridge that ties us—our past. Every inch of it. And if we're able to survive the aftermath, then my heart
Drako I lurked in the dark, watching from a distance at her house. Only a sliver of moon graced the sky, casting shadows around me. But it was perfect. It offered no light and gave me the perfect cover as I crouched lower on the branch of an oak tree. Everywhere was quiet and still. Just the way I loved it. The cool breeze teased my skin. I've been watching pretty, little Sarah for a few days now. After she appeared on television during their coverage of the burning buildings. Little Sarah has grown so big. She wasn't hard to miss in the crowd of people surrounding the place. I would recognize that face anywhere, anytime. Siea’s face. She had her mother’s face, only younger and without the unruly red hair I loved so much on her. Siea had been my lover, as far as I could describe it. And I had never loved another like I loved her. But she had a greater purpose in my life and she knew that—her blood served a greater purpose. She knew she couldn't have me forever but she lo
Sarah My eyes fluttered open as I regained consciousness. A dull ache was just beginning to take root in my head. I tried to raise my hand to my temple but it was stuck. Slowly, my eyes moved over my body. I took a deep, shaky breath when I realized that my body was wrapped to a chair, with a twine. Subconsciously, I tugged at it, wanting to see how strong it could hold. It didn't give, instead, it dug deeper, biting into my skin. I felt the bite move around my body. I was trapped. Where am I? Why am I tied to a chair? What is that awful smell? It was making me nauseous. Slowly, my memories came flooding back. The hand on my mouth. The attack in the woods. Someone must have brought me here and tied me up. Was it Ryder? Was he really desperate to prove himself? Or was he just plain mad? Has he brought me here to finish the job his beta, Trevor failed to do? A noise in the room caught my attention. Someone was in here with me. The thought of Ryder being here made me furiou
Ryder I was having a play date with Alim in his room when I felt tension crash through my body. It was from my mind-link to my pack’s warriors. They were agitated. I could feel the tension rising and it made me uneasy. It was a warning sign. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. “/Dean/” I summoned the huge man, stationed outside Alim’s room, through the mind-link. “/Take Alim and Alexis down to the den and keep them there, till you hear from me. No one should leave the den till I say otherwise./” The bear of a man nodded his head in understanding. I knelt down and pulled my son close, my gaze resting on his face. “Alim, you've to be good and follow Dean and your mama downstairs,” I whispered. “You'll remain there till I come to get you. You've to be a man now and keep your mama safe, okay?” His head bobbed up and down like a lizard. “Can I rely on you to keep your mama safe?” I asked gently, holding him still. “Yes, papa.” “And you'll do whatever Dean te
Ryder My breathing hitched at his statement. “What has the blood moon got to do with Sarah?” I grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you keeping from me?” He turned swiftly to me, his gaze burning red, weakening my wolf. I whined and my grip around his hand loosened. “You know better, Ryder,” he spoke calmly, resuming his walk like nothing happened. “I'm sorry,” I whimpered, the aftermath of his gaze still disturbed my wolf energy. “I'm just desperate and feeling lost. The thought of Sarah by herself scares the living daylights out of me.” He turned around. His face softened at the anguish, evident on my face. “All you need to know is Sarah is in dire danger. When the blood moon comes up, her life would be cut short if she isn't found.” He patted my shoulder. “Conserve your energy, son. You'll need it and she needs you. Wait here. I'll summon the council and find out what we can about his whereabouts. Make yourself at home and don't wear my floor with yo
Sarah I felt tired and weak. My eyes slowly opened as the sedatives in my system began to wear off. The cloud in my mind began to give way and recollection of where I was came flooding in. I was lying down. My back felt pressed to something cold. It felt like metal. I tried to lift my head, but I was strapped down and surrounded by machines. “Hey,” I called out weakly, trying to grab Drako’s attention. The beeping from the machine made it hard to hear myself. “The little princess has decided to join us,” he joked as he appeared beside me. “Just a little more time now, little Sarah. It will all be over soon.” “Please, don't do this,” I cried, my throat parched from thirst. I couldn't tell what time it was or how long I'd been out. He raised his hands in false surrender. “It is not my place to stop the work of the goddess. I'm only an instrument. You have to stop fighting it, little one, and accept that is meant to happen.” My sight blurred as I tried to focus on him. Cold
Sarah The journey felt like forever as our rescuer drove us straight into the Stormclaw pack, bypassing the clinic and heading straight to Ryder’s mansion. One of the wolves who had rescued us was a healer. She had tried to heal Ryder as the others moved around calling for backup—they couldn't transport us by themselves in good time. But the healer’s powers were only limited. It didn't heal Ryder’s wound; it only helped stable his breathing. I sat beside Ryder, cradling his head on my shoulder as we drove past the Stormclaw’s clinic. News travelled fast. A small crowd of reporters already stood outside the gate, shoving their cameras and mics towards the window as we drove through the gate. Everything felt hazy after that. People clamoured over, separating me from Ryder as they hurried him into the house. I sighed, visibly relaxing when I saw Pauline, my friend, among the people gathered around Ryder. I knew he was in good hands. Her eyes locked on me and she muttered