SIERRA“Haven’t you had enough?” I raised my eyebrows at the slightly drunk man standing in front of the bar with a crooked smile on his face. “Serve the man drinks, Sierra, don't control how much he's had!” my boss barked at me. I rolled my eyes as I turned to the man with his leering smile. “What kind of drink do you want now?” I asked him. “Your famous special, love,” he drawled in a raspy breath. I shuddered at his pathetic attempt to sound sexy when he was just an old drunk. The fact that many werewolves including Alphas always come to this bar to be secretly entertained leaving their mates at home made me feel disgusted. I've never been a fan of fated mates mostly due to how I grew up and the way my father, who was my mother’s mate, treated us. But coming to this town and picking up a shift here which was mostly night shifts, I was beside myself with horror. These men had no value for their mates, all they wanted was a strong female wolf who could give them healthy pups
SIERRA“If we lose her, I’ll break your paws!” the familiar dreadful voice sounded behind me. I cursed inwardly as I quickened my pace, the sound of frightful howls sounding close to me. I took a sharp turn out of the woods. If I could just reach the bar, I could ask my boss for help. At this point I don't mind working the floor for free, anything aside going back to Elvis. I ran at breakneck speed and I could feel my wolf getting tired. I shifted into my human form and I realized I wasn't hearing any noise. It seems I've lost them. But just as I was close to the bar, I could almost see it, a huge wolf appeared in my line of vision. I screamed and screeched to a halt. I whirled around to run but stopped when I realized I was surrounded. “Bitch!” the man who I had kicked earlier walked up to me. He had a scar on the right side of his face. I will never forget him because I gave him that scar. The mark ran from his right eye down to his cheeks. It made him look ugly, highlighting h
SIERRA“Mom!” I screamed as I opened the door and rushed in. My mom was in the sitting room, pacing around. She stared at me with wide eyes when she saw me. “Sierra, what’s wrong? Why did you return so late? I've been so worried,” she said all in one breath. Tears of relief rolled down my cheeks as I ran and hugged her, sniffing her scent that made me feel safe. “You’re safe. You're here,” I murmured crying. My mom held me, patting my back softly as she let me bawl my eyes out. After a few minutes of tears, I sniffed and wiped my face. “We have to move, Mom,” I finally announced, recovering from my weak moment. My mom frowned, “Uh, what is going on?” “There’s no time to explain. They may be dead but more may be on their way to us right now,” I muttered. I went to the room and began tossing clothes into our traveling bag. “Mom, dress up, there's no time,” I said. My mom scoffed, “I’m not going anywhere, Sierra. We are finally done with that life, I'm done running.”I gave he
SIERRA“May I come in, Sierra?” I blinked as I stared open-mouthed at the man standing in front of the porch. The Lycan King in the flesh and I have just rudely spoken to him. “Sierra?” he prompted her, gesturing to the door. In a daze, I pulled the door open and watched him enter the house. Just then my mom came and smiled when she saw the Lycan King. “You’re here,” my mom smiled at him, “And I see you've met Sierra.”I glared at my mom finally snapping out of my daze, “The Lycan King is your mate?!” My mom and the man chuckled as he stared at her fondly and I could see the admiration in his eyes. My father had never looked at her that way before. “Calm down, Sierra, I’m just your mother’s mate,” he said to me, chuckling. I shook my head still staring at my mom, “Mom, a little heads-up would have been nice.”My mom rolled her eyes, “Stop being dramatic, and come let’s eat.”I followed them to the dining table where the table had been set with various delicious dishes including
SIERRA“–stress-induced. She’ll be fine.”My eyes fluttered open as I managed to hear the last words of an unfamiliar man. I groaned, massaging my temples and instantly I saw my mom at my side. “Oh, honey, you gave us quite a fright,” my mom said. I was still slightly disoriented as I looked around the room trying to figure out why I was in an unfamiliar room that was decorated with my favorite band wallpapers. “Where are we?” I asked my mom, stifling a yawn. “You don't remember?” my mom asked with a frown. I saw the man discussing with King Thane as they left the room leaving me alone with my mom. The memories of the day flashed into my mind as I also recalled the triplets and the scent that had filled my nostrils before I passed out. “Shit!” I cursed. My mom frowned, “Language, Kiddo.”I sighed, “Sorry, Mom. What happened?”“You fainted after being introduced to the triplets,” my mom answered. I facepalmed mentally, “Oh boy. I think I made a mistake Mom.”My mom frowned, “Wh
SIERRAI stared at the three boys but the one with the most cruel expression was Kane. I could feel the hatred he had for me emanating from him. I had no idea why he hated me so much, especially since I hadn't done anything. Except for the fact that I had called them monsters. “Why?” my voice broke as I asked the question that was on my lips.I still haven't been able to wrap my head around the fact that these three brothers were my mates. I also had to accept the fact that they cloaked their scent so they wouldn't have to reject me. “Why? What have I done?” I asked, tears streaming down my cheeks. I've never really cared about getting a mate especially after I've worked in that bar and seen how things were done. But now that I could feel the intense bond between the three of them, the mere thought of losing them was enough to drive me crazy. Now I understood how my mother felt when she gave her pack to her first mate. The mate bond feeling was more powerful than anything else and
KANE“Are you alright?” I glanced behind me to see Dane walking toward me. He could always move around without being detected. We all had that ability but Dane’s own was more pronounced and sometimes it got on my nerves like right now. “Go away,” I snapped at him. Dane ignored me as always and sat down beside me on the bench as he stared at the stars with me. I always came here whenever I needed to think or to get away from people. This was my favorite spot in the garden because it was hidden and quiet and I could see the stars from there. “You know I never listen,” Dane said to me. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I wasn't going to talk to him right now, especially not after the stunt he pulled earlier. “I had to do it,” Dane said. I still ignored him and kept staring at the stars hoping he would get the message and leave me alone. But I knew better than to ignore Dane, he would just get more persistent. “You are gonna have to talk to me eventually,” Dane said. I glared a
SIERRA “What did you do?” I frowned when I saw my mom staring at me with judgy eyes. She had joined me in my bedroom after we left the garden. “What do you mean, Mom?” I asked her. She scoffed, “Please, Sierra, be honest.”I was still confused as to why she expected me to know what she was talking about so I gave her a blank look. “I don't know what you mean, Mom,” I stated. “I sent you to apologize to the boys and the next minute they're fighting, what did you do?” my mom asked. I frowned, “Why did you assume I did something?” My mom arched a perfectly carved eyebrow at me, “Because you're my daughter.”I sighed, “I didn't do anything.”For some reason, I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to tell everyone that I was mated to three brothers but then I decided to ask the question that had been bugging me. “Mom, I have a question,” I started, trying to hide the nervousness that washed over me. My mom gave me a serious look and nodded, “Ask away.”“Is there any record of a she-wo
SIERRAThe silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone.I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”My tears came in waves, hot and relentless, until I was gasping for breath. I wanted to scream, to claw my way out, but no matter how hard I tried, the cave seemed to stretch endlessly. Every path I took led back to this same spot. It was like the cave was alive, mocking my desperation.Finally, exhaustion took over. My head drooped, and I let myself slide to the ground, curling into a ball. Maybe if I closed my eyes, it would all go away. Maybe I’d wake up and find this was all a
ZANEThe rhythmic clang of pickaxes echoed off the walls of the cursed cave, each strike sending a jolt up my arms. My brothers and I were determined, yet the harder we worked, the more impossible it seemed.“This is insane,” Dane muttered, leaning on his pickaxe, sweat dripping from his brow. “The cave… it’s not shrinking. It’s growing.”“Keep going,” I barked, my voice edged with frustration. “We’re not stopping until this thing comes down.”The werewolves watching from the shadows muttered amongst themselves, their unease palpable. One of them, an older wolf named Garret, stepped forward, his face lined with disapproval.“Zane, this is madness,” he growled. “Caves like these… they’re not natural. They’re protected by something we don’t understand. You’re inviting disaster.”I spun to face him, my chest heaving. “You think I care about some stupid superstitions? If you’re too scared to help, fine. But don’t stand there and tell me what I can or can’t do.”Garret held my gaze, his ja
KANEThe tension in the air was suffocating, every step we took through the dense woods accompanied by the weight of desperation. My heart was pounding hard, not from the exertion, but from the fear gnawing at me. Sierra was out here somewhere, and every passing second felt like another nail in the coffin of hope.“Spread out!” I called over my shoulder, my voice sharper than intended. “We can’t miss anything. Every corner, every trail—check it.”Zane, his face tight with worry, nodded and headed to the right while Dane took the left. The werewolves behind us, clearly reluctant, hung back like they were already defeated.One of them muttered loudly enough for all to hear. “This is what we get for letting you guys stay. Trouble, just like I said.”I stopped dead in my tracks, my hands clenching into fists. “What did you just say?”The guy, tall and wiry with a sneer that made my blood boil, stepped forward. “You heard me. None of this would’ve happened if you people had just left when
SIERRAThe voice came softly at first, a faint whisper threading through the edges of my sleep.“Sierra…”I stirred but kept my eyes shut. It wasn’t real—I was dreaming. That’s what I told myself. But then it came again, louder, more insistent.“Sierra, come…”My eyes shot open. The room was still and dark, the boys sleeping soundly nearby. I tried to shake off the lingering haze of sleep, but the voice came again, so clear it was as though someone was standing right next to me.“Sierra, follow me.”My heart raced, and I sat up, glancing around. There was no one in the room. It didn’t make sense.“Sierra…”It was coming from outside. I stood, barely realizing my legs were moving. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. The voice pulled me, invisible strings tugging me forward.I stepped out into the cool night air, the forest looming ahead like a wall of shadows.“Sierra… this way.”I followed.The forest was quiet, unnervingly so. No rustling leaves, no chi
ZANEI could feel the tension in the room before I even saw her. Sierra. She had been distant for a while now, but this time… this time it was different. Something about the way she was sitting there, staring off into nothingness, had a strange weight in the air. My gut twisted. I knew something was wrong."Guys, look," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I stepped closer to her. The others, already busy getting dressed, froze. I could see it in their eyes—the same realization dawning on them. Sierra wasn’t just zoning out. She wasn’t reacting to anything, not even when we touched her. It was as if she was somewhere else entirely."What the hell’s going on with her?" Kane muttered, concern thick in his voice as he reached out, lightly tapping her arm. "Sierra, hey, snap out of it."But she didn’t. She just sat there, her eyes unfocused, her lips moving in a strange rhythm, whispering something under her breath. I leaned in closer, straining to hear."He’s coming… He’s coming…"
SIERRAThe first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, but the chill in the air lingered—a strange, unnatural cold. My body trembled uncontrollably, my skin damp with sweat despite the warmth of Kane’s arm draped over me. I couldn’t shake the image of those pitch-black eyes and the raspy voice echoing in my mind.“Sierra?” Dane’s voice was soft as he brushed the hair from my face. “You’re shaking like a leaf. What happened?”“I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I… I think something was here.”Zane sat up on my other side, rubbing his eyes. His expression darkened when he saw me. “What do you mean, something? Sierra, you’re pale as a ghost.”Before I could respond, the wolves who had warned us last night burst into the room. Their leader, a tall, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek, scanned the room with sharp eyes.“It was here,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.Kane’s grip on me tightened. “What do you mean? What was here?”The scarred wolf’s
SIERRAThe rush of adrenaline still hasn't left my veins. My heart beats wildly in my chest as the boys crowd around me, their eyes wide with desperation."What did you see, Sierra?" Kane demands, his voice low, full of concern. His hand grips my shoulder tightly, as if he's afraid I might disappear if he lets go. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t form the words to explain it. All I can think of is those pitch-black eyes, the sinister rasping voice. I shiver, feeling like something is crawling under my skin."I... I don't know," I stutter, my voice barely above a whisper. "It... it was dark, like pure darkness, and then those eyes. They were empty and cold. And... the voice. It was raspy, like... like something not human."Kane shakes his head, trying to piece together the fragments of my story, but nothing makes sense. Dylan, who’s been quiet up until now, takes a step closer, his brow furrowed in confusion."Who was it, Sierra? You must’ve heard something. Who’s voice was it?""
SIERRAThe laughter started with Zane. It was low at first, a chuckle that grew into a full-on laugh, and soon I couldn’t help but join in. “You’re kidding, right?” I managed to say between breaths, clutching my stomach.Dane’s deep laughter echoed mine, and even Kane cracked a rare smile, though he didn’t laugh outright. “Nightwalkers?” Dane asked, his voice laced with disbelief. “What is this, a campfire ghost story?”The boys standing in front of us didn’t flinch. Their expressions were as serious as a heart attack, their rigid postures only adding to the awkward tension. One of them, a tall guy with sharp green eyes and a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward. “We’re not joking,” he said, his tone firm. “This is serious. You’re putting everyone here in danger.”The laughter died in my throat as I studied him. His voice carried conviction, and for a moment, doubt crept into my mind. But Zane wasn’t having it.“Yeah, okay,” Zane said, folding his arms across his chest. “Dange
SIERRAThree months laterThe morning sun streamed through the window, its golden rays spilling over the room like a warm farewell. I folded the last shirt and placed it carefully into my worn suitcase, the lid groaning softly as I closed it. The house felt different this morning—quieter than usual, almost as if it too was holding its breath for the inevitable goodbye. Three months of peace, and now we were leaving.I stood there for a moment, staring at the dresser. My fingers traced the edge, feeling the smooth wood beneath them. This house had been more than just a shelter. It had been a place to heal, to find myself again after everything. But deep down, I knew it was time to move on. My mother deserved her space, and her life back, and honestly, we needed ours too.A soft knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Sierra? You ready?” Dane’s voice came through, gentle but with a familiar urgency that tugged at my chest.I walked over and opened the door. Dane stood there, hi