I do my best to keep my feet rooted in the ground. The expression on Lunas’ face is making my wolf inflamed. He is clawing at my chest, and I have to grit my teeth to hold him back. Because the moment I set him free. There is no telling what he may do to Lily. “Lily…” I snarl with a homicidal expression. “You have less than thirty seconds to remove yourself from our mate before we release our wolf onto you,” I warn her in a strained tone, feeling my veins pulse beneath the layers of skin on my body. “One more second, Blaze. I promise.” She whimpers. I know she can see everything that transpired at the hospital through Lunas' eyes, and part of me hopes she finds some solace through Lunas’ vision. “Please…” Luna sobs in a hushed tone that is filled with agony. “It hurts…” “Lily! Release her. Now!” I use my alpha voice, as I can feel the last ounce of control I have slipping through my fingers. A loud howl disperses across the clearing as it travels with the wind. Saffron has s
“Remember the last time you played with fire…” Blazes' voice repeats in my head like a broken record stuck in a loop. He’s right. I know he is and so does my wolf, but it doesn’t dampen the sick craving that bubbles in my gut to bring Luna to her knees in pain that quickly leads to arousal, lust and soon a sinful obsession. It wasn’t my fault what happened to Gloria. Shit…She is the one who introduced me to my fire and blood play kink. It’s a mild infatuation, but the excitement and thrill are there. I rub my chest as a dull ache thrums across my heart, and I can feel my wolf whimpering over the loss of our spitfire, Gloria. Her scent is still imprinted on me, and I fear Lunas will quickly overpower Glorias and make it a memory of what could have been if I had paid closer attention to what I was doing. The sensations of guilt, shame, and grief have been carefully crafted into a chest plate that weighs me down, never letting me forget the path of devastation I had created. I was na
“A curse so deadly bestowed upon a pack will see your demise before the key to your livelihood is born.” The jackass city wolf I’m currently dragging across the graveled path by his greasy hair mutters in a robot-like voice. His eyes remain purple, indicating that a more formidable force continues to dominate his thoughts. Being under a witch's spell is comparable to having your wolf's essence torn away, leaving it in a state of confusion, fear, and turmoil. Once freed from the witch's clutches, your wolf spirals into madness, blurring the boundaries of control, and those who overstep will forfeit their position as the leader. “Await your fate or pave a new one and return the witch in your care to her rightful owner.” He continues to speak.I halt abruptly, letting out a deep growl filled with hostility and fury. “Has no one ever informed you that you speak a load of shit, and your riddles are completely irrelevant?” “He who-”With my elbow drawn back behind my ear, I propel it for
I sigh with frustration as I listen to my father speak his mind. Standing in the far corner of the room, my father and I converse quietly, doing our best to keep our voices low and not disturb Luna, who is still unconscious. “It is now up to you to make the hard decisions to see our pack to victory, son.” My father mutters sternly. “Alpha Azra appointed you because he saw something in you that the elders in the high council fail to see. I stand with Azras’ decision, but for the life of me, I cannot understand why you and your insubordinate sidekick would take off the way you did after Lily gave birth. She needed you — she needed us all. Whispers linger in the shadows, suggesting that you and Saffron hold the key to the mystery surrounding Azras' demise. They will spin tales suggesting that you sought vengeance on behalf of your sister for Azras' quest to uncover his true mate, and he died by your hands.”I bite down on my molars as I digest what my father has said to me. I know he me
My legs shake as I leap out of the Ute and approach the front door of my mother's residence. I honestly can’t believe that Blaze and his father actually let me come here. By myself; alone — without an angry entourage hot on my heels.I truly believed they would stand firm and insist that no means no. I've been given just an hour with my mother, and Blaze was quick to let me know that there's a GPS tracker in the Ute. If I attempt to escape, he will pursue me relentlessly, and I will be bound to him until I fulfill my promise.The intense urge to question my mother pierced through me like a swarm of sharp needles, settling heavily in my chest. It was almost as if she had summoned me here herself, and like the fool I am. I came.I don’t know what to expect from her when she opens the door and sees me after leaving her here two nights ago. She left me with no choice but to go with Blaze and Saffron. If anything, this whole ordeal is all her doing, and I deserve to know why she has decei
Unrelenting agony sears through the tips of my fingers as my nails fractured from my frantic attempts to claw my way through the door. My palms are sensitive to touch from all the hammering I've done against the door. Desperation lingers in the air as my cold and clammy flesh is covered in goosebumps. The misery and grueling sensation of me being pathetic drives me to bang my head against the door over and over and over again. The uneven surface claws at my forehead, and after what feels like an eternity, the warm trickle of blood paints my brow line to my cheeks. I release one more gut-wrenching scream, giving it my all. Even though it feels like razor blades slicing away at my throat, I don’t give up until I am out of breath. If I don’t die from sheer terror in here. I will die by the hands of another. The hands of the man my mother wishes to give me over to. Why? Why is she doing this to me?I am her daughter, her blood, and this is what she does to me. Her desire to ruin th
I get behind the wheel, turning to the side to stare at Luna. She gazes straight ahead with her arms wrapped around her waist, and her bottom lip trembles, matching the visible tremble that rides her body. She’s in shock or trying to work through her trauma—possibly both. I don’t know. But what I do know is that witnessing her like this makes my pulse race. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel, turning my knuckles a ghastly shade of white. I bite down on my molars as I try to soothe the violence that has my wolf in a chokehold. He yearns to be set free with a raging desire to rip her evil, conniving mother's throat out. She hurt our mate. Mentally tormenting her to the point that drove Luna to physically hurt herself. For once, I am at a loss for words. I am so used to hiding behind my sarcasm and using that to mask the seriousness of a situation that doesn’t sit well with me. We need to get the hell out of here. Fuck that witch and fuck this damn place.I slam my foot
I find myself beside Lily, cradling her youngest pup snugly in a blanket, as an unearthly stillness envelops us. We linger by the river, where the moonlight casts a spiritual glow, revealing a mysterious path that dances across the water's surface.The pack hangs in the shadows, their heads lowered, emitting an offbeat whimper that hangs heavy in the air, thick with sorrow. As I stare at my youngest nephew, a lump forms in my throat as I begin to doubt myself. I have known for a long time that this day would come where Azra would sadly die, and I'd be the next alpha. But I could never have predicted that this day would come this soon and in the manner it has occurred.I'm not mentally prepared to lead my pack; I doubt I ever will be. Being a leader never tickled my fascination. I'm more of a team player. My greatest weakness are my nephews, and now that their father has passed, I must live up to their expectations and protect them from the evil that currently surrounds us.Death tain
“Fuucck…” I mutter, feeling myself falling face-first towards the ground.Closing my eyes, I wait for impact, and as it occurs, pain splinters across my forehead, my nose, mouth, and chin. I pull myself upright, taking in my surroundings as I search for Luna. One minute, she was standing in front of me, silently begging me to kiss her and the next… It’s like she vanished into thin air. My wolf growls darkly when we hear a faint laugh coming from our right. I slowly turn my head to find Luna at least fifty meters away from us with her hand over her mouth and her shoulders rising and falling. She’s laughing; she’s laughing at us.I grind my teeth together, glaring at her through narrowed eyes, and I push off my left foot, making a run for it in her direction. If there is one thing I despise most in people, it is being laughed at. Especially when it is to embarrass me. I fight my body for control, unwilling to let my wolf come out to play because only Goddess knows what he will do
“Step into the patch of moonlight, darling,” Saffron drawls gently as he raises his hand and gestures towards a spot for me to stand.Self-doubt wraps her icy fingers around my ankles, rendering me motionless. “I… I’ve changed my mind,” I say in a rush, meeting his challenging gaze. “Something doesn’t feel right – this doesn’t feel right.” I continue, waving my hand back and forth between us.“Nothing that has unfolded between us has or will ever feel right, darling. But we can't stand around, waiting to become prey for another pack, now can we?”Jesus, what was I thinking when I placed my hand in Saffrons’ open palm only moments ago?He has taken advantage of my vulnerability, using his heroism stunt to try to lure me into doing what he wants. How do I know this isn't a trap he has set up to look like an accident?“How do I know you aren't planning to kill me? For all I know, the moonlight can be the only source of weakness for me?”A bitter laugh dances between his lips. “The moonli
I find myself beside Lily, cradling her youngest pup snugly in a blanket, as an unearthly stillness envelops us. We linger by the river, where the moonlight casts a spiritual glow, revealing a mysterious path that dances across the water's surface.The pack hangs in the shadows, their heads lowered, emitting an offbeat whimper that hangs heavy in the air, thick with sorrow. As I stare at my youngest nephew, a lump forms in my throat as I begin to doubt myself. I have known for a long time that this day would come where Azra would sadly die, and I'd be the next alpha. But I could never have predicted that this day would come this soon and in the manner it has occurred.I'm not mentally prepared to lead my pack; I doubt I ever will be. Being a leader never tickled my fascination. I'm more of a team player. My greatest weakness are my nephews, and now that their father has passed, I must live up to their expectations and protect them from the evil that currently surrounds us.Death tain
I get behind the wheel, turning to the side to stare at Luna. She gazes straight ahead with her arms wrapped around her waist, and her bottom lip trembles, matching the visible tremble that rides her body. She’s in shock or trying to work through her trauma—possibly both. I don’t know. But what I do know is that witnessing her like this makes my pulse race. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel, turning my knuckles a ghastly shade of white. I bite down on my molars as I try to soothe the violence that has my wolf in a chokehold. He yearns to be set free with a raging desire to rip her evil, conniving mother's throat out. She hurt our mate. Mentally tormenting her to the point that drove Luna to physically hurt herself. For once, I am at a loss for words. I am so used to hiding behind my sarcasm and using that to mask the seriousness of a situation that doesn’t sit well with me. We need to get the hell out of here. Fuck that witch and fuck this damn place.I slam my foot
Unrelenting agony sears through the tips of my fingers as my nails fractured from my frantic attempts to claw my way through the door. My palms are sensitive to touch from all the hammering I've done against the door. Desperation lingers in the air as my cold and clammy flesh is covered in goosebumps. The misery and grueling sensation of me being pathetic drives me to bang my head against the door over and over and over again. The uneven surface claws at my forehead, and after what feels like an eternity, the warm trickle of blood paints my brow line to my cheeks. I release one more gut-wrenching scream, giving it my all. Even though it feels like razor blades slicing away at my throat, I don’t give up until I am out of breath. If I don’t die from sheer terror in here. I will die by the hands of another. The hands of the man my mother wishes to give me over to. Why? Why is she doing this to me?I am her daughter, her blood, and this is what she does to me. Her desire to ruin th
My legs shake as I leap out of the Ute and approach the front door of my mother's residence. I honestly can’t believe that Blaze and his father actually let me come here. By myself; alone — without an angry entourage hot on my heels.I truly believed they would stand firm and insist that no means no. I've been given just an hour with my mother, and Blaze was quick to let me know that there's a GPS tracker in the Ute. If I attempt to escape, he will pursue me relentlessly, and I will be bound to him until I fulfill my promise.The intense urge to question my mother pierced through me like a swarm of sharp needles, settling heavily in my chest. It was almost as if she had summoned me here herself, and like the fool I am. I came.I don’t know what to expect from her when she opens the door and sees me after leaving her here two nights ago. She left me with no choice but to go with Blaze and Saffron. If anything, this whole ordeal is all her doing, and I deserve to know why she has decei
I sigh with frustration as I listen to my father speak his mind. Standing in the far corner of the room, my father and I converse quietly, doing our best to keep our voices low and not disturb Luna, who is still unconscious. “It is now up to you to make the hard decisions to see our pack to victory, son.” My father mutters sternly. “Alpha Azra appointed you because he saw something in you that the elders in the high council fail to see. I stand with Azras’ decision, but for the life of me, I cannot understand why you and your insubordinate sidekick would take off the way you did after Lily gave birth. She needed you — she needed us all. Whispers linger in the shadows, suggesting that you and Saffron hold the key to the mystery surrounding Azras' demise. They will spin tales suggesting that you sought vengeance on behalf of your sister for Azras' quest to uncover his true mate, and he died by your hands.”I bite down on my molars as I digest what my father has said to me. I know he me
“A curse so deadly bestowed upon a pack will see your demise before the key to your livelihood is born.” The jackass city wolf I’m currently dragging across the graveled path by his greasy hair mutters in a robot-like voice. His eyes remain purple, indicating that a more formidable force continues to dominate his thoughts. Being under a witch's spell is comparable to having your wolf's essence torn away, leaving it in a state of confusion, fear, and turmoil. Once freed from the witch's clutches, your wolf spirals into madness, blurring the boundaries of control, and those who overstep will forfeit their position as the leader. “Await your fate or pave a new one and return the witch in your care to her rightful owner.” He continues to speak.I halt abruptly, letting out a deep growl filled with hostility and fury. “Has no one ever informed you that you speak a load of shit, and your riddles are completely irrelevant?” “He who-”With my elbow drawn back behind my ear, I propel it for
“Remember the last time you played with fire…” Blazes' voice repeats in my head like a broken record stuck in a loop. He’s right. I know he is and so does my wolf, but it doesn’t dampen the sick craving that bubbles in my gut to bring Luna to her knees in pain that quickly leads to arousal, lust and soon a sinful obsession. It wasn’t my fault what happened to Gloria. Shit…She is the one who introduced me to my fire and blood play kink. It’s a mild infatuation, but the excitement and thrill are there. I rub my chest as a dull ache thrums across my heart, and I can feel my wolf whimpering over the loss of our spitfire, Gloria. Her scent is still imprinted on me, and I fear Lunas will quickly overpower Glorias and make it a memory of what could have been if I had paid closer attention to what I was doing. The sensations of guilt, shame, and grief have been carefully crafted into a chest plate that weighs me down, never letting me forget the path of devastation I had created. I was na