Liya’s POVWhy was an innocent wolf like me looked down on by these people? It was one underestimation after the other, and it annoyed me to my very core.I glanced at James wondering if he was the least bit affected by how they were talking to me. Why did I even care?‘Because he’s your best friend still,’ My wolf answered for me, and I smiled slightly.Partly because she was right, and partly because I noticed James clenching his fists, betraying the expressions his calm demeanor was trying to hide.The air crackled with tension so thick I could practically chew it. These Alphas, puffed up with pride and even puffier egos, were still throwing stink-eyes my way.Seriously, get over yourselves, furballs.We have bigger problems.I was impressed by my mates. They obviously weren't about to let a bunch of overgrown toddlers derail the meeting.Hunter launched into a detailed explanation of what they'd learned about the enemy."These creatures," he growled, slamming his fist on the table
Liya’s POVThe next few days, we began investigating and looking for clues. Each time we would think we were onto something, it turned out being a dead end.But all our efforts were not futile. We had arrived at a few facts, though they did not really help.We were brainstorming next steps to take in regards to our current lead. We needed a way to track this vampire, and fast.Suddenly, a voice piped up from the back of the room. It was Alice, the werewolf mate of a pack member.She was pretty, and I liked her big ears. She had blond hair and sharply upturned ears due to a mis-transformation with her wolf.I was certain she has gotten bullied for it, but I thought it was the cutest ear I had ever seen. She was shy, that was a taken."I might have some information," she said hesitantly, her voice low and cautious. All eyes turned to her, curiosity and suspicion warring in their gazes."Let us hear it, Alice," I said, my tone coming off a bit too sharp, but in my defense, it was due to
Liya’s POVThe revelation about Jafar's dead mate hung heavy in the air. It all made a twisted kind of sense now.A powerful vampire with a werewolf lover, brutally murdered by her own pack.‘Poor Charlotte,’ I internally mused. No wonder he was unleashing his fury on werewolves everywhere."So, Jafar's getting revenge for his dead girlfriend," I muttered, trying to process this whole mess. "But how exactly is he turning werewolves into those… things?"Alice sniffled, wiping her nose with a crumpled tissue. "They were mates, Alpha Liya," she corrected me gently. "There's a difference.""Okay, mates," I conceded with a sigh. "Still doesn't change the fact that he's on a werewolf-killing rampage."It had been a long day, so with no more questions to ask Alice, we dismissed her and the rest of the packs.Back in the pack house, I was with the triplets, and we were discussing all the new information we had gotten today from Alice.“That’s one hell of a story. It’s more dramatic than my ow
Liya.Rage surged through me as I dismissed Hank. The weight of his story hung heavy in the air, and the anger I felt towards the cruelty of his pack simmered just beneath the surface. But for now, we needed to see what he was talking about. We needed to go to the forest.The forest was silent, but for the echo of leaves rustling, as my mates and I ventured into the deepest parts of the forest looking for the rumored lifeless body of monsters.Our footsteps were hushed by the thick carpet of fallen leaves that blanketed the forest floor, and the air was heaving with the smell of blood. The farther we got, the more it seemed like the rumors about everyone turning into monsters were a myth.However, suddenly, we stumbled upon a sight that froze me in my tracks. All the pack members had turned into monsters.My heart sank at the sight of the many werewolves that had been prowled into monsters.“It’s impossible,” I murmured, my voice trembling with shock.” “There are so many of them. Who
Liya’s POVAfter the gore sight I had witnessed, I decided to continue with training. My inability to heal those turned into monsters by Jafar, filled me with guilt.How do I call myself their leader if I can’t even protect them?How do I look them in the eye, if I can’t even guarantee their safety.I stayed up all night, thinking of a good plan, but I couldn’t make a plan if I didn’t even know much about the problems we were having. Only that there was a vampire turning werewolves into monsters, an attempt to avenge the death his mate.So my dilemma was a product of a love story gone sour. If we survived the attack, I would make sure my judgement as an Alpha, is always fair, to avoid situations like this.The triplets and I spent the next several hours hunched over maps and historical texts, piecing together what we knew about Jafar and his potential motives.After a very long time, and I mean a very long time, we decided to stop for the day."Alright," I announced, stretching my sti
Liya’s POVI could feel the sting of his fangs, they were about to enter my skin, but then, a jolt of energy surged through my body. The bright light that represented the moon wolf power surged through me.This time, it was hot and fast, you could say like lightening, but slightly slower.My guess is that it felt that way because it was repelling or neutralizing whatever little poison that had entered by body through that little pinch of Jafar’s fangs.He recoiled with a hiss, his hand flying away from my throat as if burned.Confusion battled with the pain throbbing in my chest. I clawed my way to my hands and knees, gasping for breath. My lungs burned, and a metallic tang filled my mouth."What… what was that?" Jafar snarled, his voice laced with a newfound tremor. "Why are you not turning?"Slowly, painfully, I pushed myself to my feet. My body ached like I'd been hit by a truck, but I was still standing. Still breathing. Still me.Ha-ha! His little magic didn’t work this time.I m
Liya’s POVThe forest floor felt welcoming beneath my throbbing back, the cool night air a balm on my sweat-slicked skin. But the triplets wouldn't hear of it.Apparently, a near-death experience with a vengeful vampire wasn't enough to convince them I was perfectly fine.Note the extreme sarcasm.I knew I was a bit weak, but I was fine. It was nothing serious.I had to remind them I had been doing fine on my own before our paths crossed again, but I knew that would start a war I wasn’t ready for. So I just let them do what they want and played along with it."Hospital," Ryder declared, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now.""Guys, seriously," I groaned, pushing myself up to a sitting position. "I'm fine. Just a few scratches and a bruised ego, courtesy of Mr. Fangs-a-lot."Gunter knelt beside me; his brow furrowed in concern. "Scratches? Liya, you were wrestling a vampire! You could be internally bleeding, and we don’t know what he could have done to you!"“We also need to ma
Liya’s POVOver the next few days, the triplets were very reluctant to leave me. They’d come up with one excuse or the other each time I wanted them to leave.Some of them made sense, while other were just so ridiculously bizarre, they’d leave me speechless. One time, I wanted to soak in a bath, but they said they’d stay with me, in case I drowned.“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you stay with me while I soak in a bath.” I had told them, with a slight scowl on my face.“Good thing we are not in hell then.” Hunter had retorted. I looked between them, wondering what they were up to.If I was to soak in a bath, I’d be fucking naked. I was not ready for that kind of sexual tension. It’s bad enough as it is – when we work together in their study. Alone.The days were somewhat peaceful, but we all knew that there was danger lurking. Those few days were just the calm before the storm.And sure enough, the storm came. Raging and unapologetic.One of the guards in charge of the border patr