Dr. Mitchell's eyes bore into me, and I felt a shudder run down my spine. She seemed satisfied with just a simple glance, offering no taunts or aggression towards me. Instead, she turned away without another word, leaving the training grounds alongside Alex. Wasn't that how she always was, though? S
Alex I could hear raised voices coming from Dr. Mitchell’s office. I came back to speak with Dr. Mitchell because of Kailani's response to her. I felt that there was something between the two that wasn’t good. Kailani. She wasn’t just a sister to me. She meant more to me than I initially realiz
I tossed and turned in my bed, the doctor's words echoing in my mind. My heart raced as I contemplated the possibility of suddenly dying because I no longer had a wolf. Dr. Mitchell had said with cold certainty, "A werewolf without its wolf is only living a half-existence. You can't live without y
The rain fell relentlessly against the window, each drop a sharp reminder of the cold reality I had been trying to avoid. Dr. Mitchell had told me to wait on her call, and I was okay after a few days, but it had been weeks now since the last time we spoke. I couldn't shake the fear and anxiety that
Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me. "I didn't expect to see you here, Terry," a familiar voice called out from behind me. I turned, and there was Alex, the Alpha Heir of the Blood Rose Pack. My blood ran cold; his presence was unexpected and unwelcome. It was the first time his pack had entered the tournament, which was surprising considering their reputation for ruthlessness. "Have you given up being an Alpha Heir and finally acknowledged that you would be a worthless Alpha?" I taunted, my voice dripping with disdain.
The weight of my own exhaustion presses down on me like the gravity of a dozen moons. It's unbelievable that I have reached the final rounds; I am currently gasping for air and struggling to regain my composure. My muscles scream in protest as I reach for another swig from the bottle. The cool liquid offers temporary relief, washing away the metallic taste of adrenaline that lingers in my mouth. "Hey," a voice calls out, pulling me from my moment of respite. My gaze snaps up to find Noah, the guy who placed #12, standing before me. I instantly notice his warm, sunny disposition and the way his eyes seem to sparkle like stars whenever he looks at me. It's both endearing and unnerving. "You were really awesome out there." "Uh, thanks." My voice falters, unsure of how to process his compliment. I've never been one to get attention or praise outside of my pack, especially from someone like him. "I didn't think I'd make it this far." "Neither did I," Noah admits, flashing me a disarming
There was applause and cheers as Dr. Mitchell stepped onto the stage to stand next to Terry, her face unreadable behind a professional mask. Everyone knew her as this elite doctor, but I knew her as the doctor who mutilated me. I forced a smile onto my face, joining in with the clapping. I couldn't let anyone know my true feelings. "Congratulations, everyone," Dr. Mitchell said. "You've all fought hard to get here. Now, you have one month to prepare for the final rounds. You'll be living together and training at the academy during that time. But first, return to your packs and gather your belongings for the month ahead. We will reconvene here later for the celebratory banquet." With that, we were dismissed, the sound of excited chatter filling the air as we walked back to the parking lot. I felt a chill run down my spine as Dr. Mitchell's eyes met mine briefly before she turned away to speak with someone else. As we returned to our packs, I couldn't help but feel uneasy about the s
When we did see Dr. Mitchell, I made a scene as if we were arguing, hoping she wouldn't catch on to our plan. Remembering that moment now, I prayed that Terry's wolf would keep his word and protect me from whatever Dr. Mitchell had in store. Upon arriving at the banquet, Alex accompanied me inside as a representative of the Blood Rose Pack. I was wearing a gown that represented the Blood Rose Pack colors, and despite the soreness and bruises on my feet, I wore three-inch heels to complete the look. It felt strange to be all dressed up like this as I tiptoed around to make sure I didn’t trip and fall, but I knew it was expected of the contestants. The organizers of the banquet, former elite warriors of various packs, watched us closely, their gazes lingering on each of the contestants as if we were commodities to be bought and sold. It made me feel uneasy, but I tried to focus on the positive. I was going to have to deal with this for a whole month, so I need to get through it now. "
Kailani”If a person is deemed worthy, the path to the wolf den will be revealed to them and they can go to challenge the wolves. If that person wins, they can choose a wolf. If the wolf does not accept that person, even after winning, that person will be killed. But if accepted, in the place blesse
Kailani“Every year, the Dark Brood pack goes to the black market for an exchange event. Other packs go there too to harvest beasts with potential,” Veil explains, her tone brisk as she resumes walking. “Packs will exchange wolves in an auction. Then the selected will go through the wolf exchange pr
KailaniI know my days are numbered. I was failing at convincing Houston to trust me. I was no closer than I was when I first arrived. I force a smile, trying to keep my voice light. “If I died, would you miss your troublesome apprentice?” Veil rolls her eyes and scoffs at me. “That’s a pointless
KailaniI've been living with the Dark Brood pack for almost four months, though it feels like a lifetime. Time here has a way of blurring, each day bleeding into the next until I can't tell where one ends, and another begins. My status within the pack has shifted subtly. I hadn’t noticed until Mad
DamianAbby frowned at Terry and said, “Do you think because we’re here that I care about your attitude? Let’s not forget you almost mated a terrible bitch of woman that abused her own sister, so your decision making skills aren’t that high up there."That‘s my girl!I couldn’t help but smirk at her
DamianEverything was coming together.I was surprised at how easy it was to convince Alpha heir Terry to hear out of my proposition. He must be truly desperate to find whoever this mysterious woman. I had heard about him breaking off his engagement with Kim, the eldest daughter of the Iron Claw pac
Abby“I know,” I responded as I left my room and made my way to my parents’ room. Once Alex had brought me home in a wheelchair, my parents didn’t leave me alone. I was under house arrest for an entire month as I fully recovered.I hesitated at their door before thrusting the door open."Mom, Dad,"
AbbyWater droplets clung to my skin as I stepped out of the shower, steam clouding the glass door behind me. My muscles ached from another rigorous workout session, an attempt to distract myself from the thoughts that plagued me. But as much as I tried, my mind kept returning to Kailani and the gui
Terry“Listen kid, I told you…”I quickly grabbed him by the neck and squeezed hard. My claws digging into his flesh. “I have limited patience. Tell me what you’re hiding or I’ll break your neck right here, right now.”“Okay, okay, okay,” the man choked out and I released him. “The only thing I foun