Rayne's POVMy mouth tasted like ash and sand. It didn't feel good. As I opened my eyes, a sharp throbbing headache started, causing me to squint and groan softly. I touched my head, cradling it gently. The pains continued, making it hard for me to even focus on a single thought.When I looked around my surroundings, I realized one thing very quickly. This wasn't my room. In haste, I rushed to pull myself into a sitting position and realized that my hands were bound together by some kind of leather belt. The harsh material dug into my flesh painfully making the skin there red and sore. I tried to move, but I saw that my feet were suffering from the same treatment as well.A lump formed in my throat as I remembered the last few minutes I had spent awake in my home before waking up in a dingy shack with little ventilation and light. I told myself to not panic, but the more I remained on the squishy foam I sat on, the more annoyed I got about everything. The peeling walls disgusted me,
Rayne's POV“You're insane. And you always have been,” I spat viciously. “You can try as hard as you want to, but you will always remain so; a broken, crazy doll—”She backhanded me across the face so savagely that I almost fell backwards on the bed since I had nothing to support me sitting upright. Her nostrils were flared as she glared at me, and her chest went up and down forcefully with anger.I spat out the blood that pooled in my mouth, but still smiled at her. “Does the truth hurt?”She clutched the sides of her dress with shaking hands. It was obvious that she wanted nothing more than to wrap them around my neck and squeeze my flesh until I could no longer speak or breathe, and turned blue from lack of air.“Were you the one who asked Celine to capture me?” “Celine brought you here because she suspected that you were a werewolf.” She pulled Celine to her by the hand, a gesture too affectionate for someone like Savannah. I had never seen her being so gentle with anyone. “Unlik
Rayne's POVTick. Tock. The clock on the far corner of the wall had been making noises that were certainly meant to drive me insane. The headache from before returned, and I massaged my temples to get rid of the pain. Savannah had left the room as well at some point, muttering something about Celine taking too long to get the things she planned on getting. Which meant that once again, I was alone with nothing but my thoughts.My anxiety had long since vanished, but I still needed my brain working intact so I could at least come up with a plan. This wasn't the way I was going to die, and I wouldn't just sit back and let Savannah get away with all her crimes.I wasn't sure if it was because they underestimated my strength, or thought that I would be killed off quickly, but I realized that the leather binds on my wrists and ankles weren't the best kind of restraints for a werewolf. Sure, they were incredibly tight and thick, but if I was intentional about it, I could get them torn by bi
Rayne's POVThere was a popular saying about what happens to a person when death is close. Something about the person getting to see their entire life flash before their eyes, showing them everything that they had done right—and wrong, up until that very moment that their hearts stopped beating.I didn't like to recall the memory, but that time when I had been close to death because my healing factor was failing, I didn't see anything at all. I couldn't feel, and I couldn't hear. In fact, it was like I was lost in a vacuum, just floating like a lone leaf amidst powerful winds. And when the darkness passed, I was back in the present, but without the child I had been nurturing.I made it to the exit of the building without coming across anyone else, fortunately for them. I managed to pick up one or two things along the way, items that revealed deeper clues as to what Savannah's plan really was. I didn't know if she was hiding, or if she had left the building all together, because she w
Savannah's POVHer life, as they said, had been predestined right from the moment she was formed in her mother's womb. Everything had been in place to receive her once she was brought into the world. Her parents were Gammas, a long-standing generation of werewolves that usually produced advisors to the Alphas of a pack.Indeed, once she was born, everyone knew that she would be trained by the best scholars, until she became one herself. Next, she would be officiated as an Advisor versed in the art of war and peace negotiations, and together with the Alpha, they would bring prosperity upon the pack.Maybe that was why she had been drawn to a certain Alpha right from the moment she met him. Maybe because it was fate that she be tied to an Alpha for most of her lifetime. Maybe it was what was written in the stars for her, and nothing and no one could have changed it, no matter what happened.Unfortunately, on the night of her twelfth birthday, Mysticrock suffered one of the worst rogue a
Rayne's POVKaiden didn't take the news of Savannah's return lightly. He had been on the phone for hours, cursing out his human contacts he had trusted to keep an eye on Savannah during her exile. No matter how deeply he probed, all of them kept saying that they didn't know how she broke free of her surveillance. The person that had been assigned to her was nowhere to be found, and was presumed to be either dead or missing.I took a seat beside Bradford, putting my head inside my hands. “Goddess, this is all so messed up.” I took a look at my bloody nails, and internally cringed. I had to take a hot, warm shower.His first cup of coffee had long since finished, and he had brewed himself another. This one was steaming hot as well, but he drank it as though it meant nothing. “How's Sal?” I asked him. It was difficult to look at him and not remember my friend back in Mysticrock, especially since she was the one helping me babysit my children. A frank nod. “She's fine. Keep asking about
Rayne's POVWe could only stare, shocked right down to our bones after Jacob's announcement. A raid? For werewolves? How exactly did they plan on carrying it out? And why did they choose a course of action so drastic? “What? Why?” I asked, stepping forward to stand by Kaiden's side. Doing so gave me a little bit more strength because he didn't seem too shocked by the news.He glanced at me and took my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. ‘Everything will be alright,’ he told me through our mental bond.“Apparently things have heated up in some parts of the city. Not too long ago another dead human was found in an alleyway beside a bar,” said Jacob, running a hand through his hair. The dark strands fell back into place, like he hadn't just run a hand through them. “How long ago?” Bradford joined in the conversation, still seated. Once again, he had finished his cup of coffee. There was no telling if he would go and make another.“Last night. This one was even more gruesome than
Rayne's POVEven looking outside now took a lot of energy and boldness. Two days went past, and we were still unable to find a solution to the problem at hand. Savannah was still out there, and the violence between humans and werewolves kept getting stronger every minute. It had gotten to the point where people had started to protest against werewolves, carrying about big signs with ‘Down with the beasts’ written on them. It was difficult to watch, even on the news. Whenever the newscaster showed his face, he always looked like it took him all the energy in the world to even sit down and speak. I could imagine the mental stress it took to literally be a bearer of bad news, measuring the numbers of the unsatisfied citizens on the street, getting injured for the cause they held dear.Frustrated, I finally turned off the television and threw the remote to a far corner of the room. Kaiden looked at me with an eyebrow raised, but said nothing.“If they only knew the mistake they're making