And that got me. I paused, looking at the phone before I asked in a low tone. “What do you know about the killer?”He chuckled at my question, sounding amused. I bet that was what he wished to hear. “Do you want to know about the man who has been causing trouble in the pack?”“The man? How did you know the gender? Who are you?” I questioned, not about to be fooled by a prank call. I still didn't recognize who I was speaking with and wanted to know it now more than ever. “Do you want to know who I am, Summer?” He demanded, chuckling at the end of the question. “Yes.”Had this been a normal circumstance, I would have snapped at him for wasting my time instead of going straight to the point, but I didn't. I wanted to know who the man was and why he called me to talk about the killer. There were still things I needed to know, and he seemed like the only person who could tell me what I wanted to hear. “I'm the one,” he stated, this time in a serious tone. I scoffed at that, crossing m
MITCHWe decided to always be there with our mates. Each of us took turns whenever we had to leave. For today, I was assigned to stay with her while the others left to check on the recent corpses. The killer had topped up their games. After the call he gave Summer, ten bodies showed up. And it had only been three days! Three fucking days. It made little sense to me. Why was he doing all this? What does he hope to gain? Luckily, he hasn't called Summer since that day. We kept her phone with us, waiting for him to call, but the bastard didn't. It seemed he somehow knew we were the ones holding the phone and refused to call, knowing we would answer it and trace him. We didn't tell Summer about the recent deaths, realizing that would only bother her. We wanted to keep her happy and her thoughts away from the pack. This was one of the doctor's instructions.“I want milk doughnuts,” Baby girl moaned, looking at me with puppy eyes. “Get some for me, darling. The babies are hungry,” she ad
SUMMERIt was fun teasing my mates. Who would have thought the game would be an interesting one to play? Sitting back on the couch, I looked at him, smiling when he scowled at me. “Are you pissed at me, Mitch?” I questioned, sniffing as I pretended to be upset. This was one of my ways. “No, I'm not. I can never be angry with you, darling,” he said, forcing a smile. “I'm just pissed at my work. It has nothing to do with you,” he added, his face saying a different thing. A smile broke out on my face as I nodded, relaxing on the couch. This is so much fun! My days of being bored out of my senses are over. “I will be right back, baby girl. Don't leave the office,” he instructed as he rose from his chair and hastened towards their restroom. I stifled a smile as I watched him. It was bloody funny. I already knew what he went in there to do. Though I felt sorry for him, I couldn't deny the fun I was having from this. I relaxed on the couch and crossed my legs, amused. But the mirth di
I froze in my steps, my eyes darting around before my gaze landed on a box not too far from where I stopped. It was wrapped in a pink gift wrapper and he placed a white paper on top. With shaky legs, I walked towards it, still looking around, trying to check if I would notice something odd from those walking around. Everyone's attention was either on where they were going or the call they were making. None glanced my way as I strode to the package and bent to pick up the paper.To Summer, it read. I peered at the box before I lifted it. It wasn't as heavy as I expected, seeing how big the package was. I peered around once more before I turned and returned to the office, forcing a smile at the workers who greeted me. Mitch was still in the restroom when I returned. The moment I dropped the package on the table, he stepped out. “Baby girl did you —” he paused in his steps, his eyes moving to the box on the table. “What's that? Who delivered it?” He walked towards me, his gaze still
I was eager to open the package to know what was in it, but Mitch considered otherwise. He wanted the others to be with us to avoid any problems. As I sat opposite him, I kept on stealing glances at the box, trying to imagine what might be in it. My hungry, gluttonous mind thought it might be chocolates. Who knows? The killer has a crush on me and confessed this way. How else did he send something to me and ask me to enjoy it? It must be something edible. “Why do you seem excited to open the box?” Mitch questioned after I asked him to forget about the others and open the package so we could see what was in it. I lifted my shoulders in a shrug at the question, running my hand through my hair. I removed my hair from the ponytails a few minutes ago, choosing to let my hair cascade down my back. “I just want to know what's in there.” He nodded, turning to face his system once more, dismissing me. “Exercise a little patience, will you? The others will soon be here. We will check what'
The tongues of those men and their private parts, dried and stuffed into a small plate inside the box were what he sent. A scream tore from my throat as I covered my ears with my palms, shaking my head. Even as I closed my eyes, I could still see the smoked meat. My mates held me as they tried to get me to cool down, but it was difficult for me to do that. I couldn't unsee what I saw. ....It took me more than an hour to calm down, after vomiting everything I ate.“He didn't just do that,” I whispered, looking up at Mitch. I could still see the roasted parts even though the box had been sent to the hunters. It was as if the image were ingrained in my memory, never ready to let go. “It's alright. Just think of it as normal steaks —”“That doesn't help at all,” I muttered, trying to rid my thoughts of what I just saw. I curled on the couch and closed my eyes, willing my mind not to think of it, but it was difficult for me. It seemed my mind wanted to remind me of it every chance it
I paced the floor, my mind over the place. I was trying to think of how to go about this without hurting anyone. The man said he would not meet me should I tell my mates about it. It means he would only show up when I meet him alone. Though that sounded like something I would do, I couldn't even fathom how pissed my mates would be should they learn I kept something like this from them. I doubt they will be happy, especially Mitch. He will have my head for hiding something like this from him. I sat back in my office chair — It's Mitch's, though — my gaze going towards the door. I knew it would only be a few minutes until they returned to their office, and I needed to think of how to go about this without making a mistake. I already made one by leaving the office to collect the package when Mitch asked me not to. I couldn't afford to piss them off more than I did. And going to meet the man without letting them know was something that would infuriate them more than anything else. I w
I didn't get a message from Mr Lover until 6 AM the next day. I was already awake when I got his message. Unknown: Meet me in two hours. Don't forget, should you show up with your mates —any of them —I won't meet you. I frowned, getting up from bed. Yawning, I walked into the bathroom to have my bath and brush my teeth, looking at my hideous reflection in the mirror. I looked so bad, more than my mates did. Sighing, I placed my hand on my belly, mussing. Why did this have to happen at a time like this? I was supposed to spend the days with my mates, giggling as they took care of me. This was presumed to be a time of glorious memories. Why did the stupid man choose such a wrong timing? What was he aiming for?I got ready with my mates within thirty minutes. I didn't have to overdress or try to look nice because there was nothing nice about anything happening at the moment. The black gown I wore, stopped just below my knees. Before, whenever I put on the gown, it always clung to my
“But before that, you guys need to wash up,” I said in my way stern voice. “What do you do after a full day of playing out?” “We wash up!” Blue replied while the girls groaned.“Good. It's time to do that, darlings.” The girls sighed at my words. With their shoulders drooped and matching frowns on their faces, they strode towards the stairs, with Blue skipping all the way.“How was work, darling?” Miles asked as he placed a kiss on my left cheek. “Good.” Smiling, I stepped into the kitchen to announce my return to my other mates before I went upstairs to help the kids with their bath. The girls asked to go first, so they could rush downstairs and eat the cookies their dad promised them before Blue could finish. And being the best mummy I could for my son, I bathed him first, while the girls groaned about how unreasonable this was. Really? They thought it was unfair because I didn't honour their wishes. I couldn't be blamed for that, though. Not when Blue was the only one who wo
Four Years Later“Mum!” I turned at the call, smiling as Hazel ran towards me. “See mummy, I drew a cat!” she yelled out. “Oh, darling.” I got down on one knee so I could hug her. “Let's see.” I took the drawing book from her and made a surprised expression at the cat she drew. “It's wonderful!” I leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Soon, you will be so good at this, you will beat the best artists in the entire world.” “Even the humans?” She looked up, her eyes sparkling.“Yeah, those.” I patted her red hair, which was so much like my father's. Well, our babies all had red hair and blue eyes. I assumed they would have the same hair as their fathers, but they took after their grandfather. “Mum!” Scarlet and Blue ran towards me, yelling as they tried to outrun each other.Seeing how delighted they were at my return, you would think I left them for a trip, not knowing I just returned from work. Ever since the pack opened the veil to welcome the human city, the human
When I assumed things couldn't get any better, my mates proved me wrong. I didn't know they were still thinking of the mating ceremony. I had long given up on that. Despite the change of treatments from the pack; I assumed they wouldn't fully accept me. Who would have thought my mates would get them to accept me?They didn't tell me about that because the elders were still waiting for an auspicious day. As my due date got nearer, they became apprehensive. However, they didn't tell me the reason until the elders provided a date, two days before the date the doctor gave me. They were so thrilled, they almost hugged the living hell out of me. It felt like they were going to press our babies out from how happy they were as they expressed their happiness. I might not be a werewolf, but I understood how important it was for them to bond with me before the babies arrived. Father was, after all, the one who made the rules. Funny enough, I had forgotten about that until Mitch mentioned it.
SUMMERIt appeared Helen was the one who followed me. While the others burned in the house, she escaped so she would get rid of me, as revenge. It turned out her lover died in the fire with the rest.We fought with each other, and she would have hit the stone on my head, but she slipped. When I saw her on the floor, I couldn't tell what got over me as I climbed on her and used the rock she intended to kill me with on her. It wasn't until she was dead that I realized what I had just done. My hands shook as I watched her, tears streaming down my eyes at the sight of the lifeless woman I had just killed. I didn't know what to do, and could only sit there bawling out my eyes as I tried to tell the world I didn't harm her intentionally. Had she not sought to kill me, I doubt I would have harmed her. It took a lot from my mates to console me until I stopped shivering. Though I kept on muttering that I didn't mean to murder her, I wasn't as scared as I was when I hit her head with the sto
“I support that,” I added when I noticed my brothers were looking at me, waiting for my confirmation. “It's settled then. No matter how many fake tracks we will get, we have all decided to scale through them, right?” John lifted an eyebrow, waiting for our reply. “That's right.” We nodded. If he was pissed we spoke at the same time, he didn't let it show. Instead, he grinned as he turned, and soon took off. We followed him, my brothers having changed into their human form after our first fight. They realized it was easier to fight the bloodsuckers in our human forms since our wolves were vulnerable to their claws.And like that, we ended up going to ten bases. It wasn't until the last one that we got on the right track. We learned it from a vampire who recognized John. It turned out John was with the vampire prince, who ran away from home when he was eighteen and refused to return.The night we beat him up was his first day away from home. Hearing about that made us guilty. Though
MITCHIt turned out we were right by enlisting John's help. I doubt we would have discovered a trail had he not been with us. Though it was painful to say these words, I would do that. His nose was more sensitive and sharp than ours was. While we couldn't pick up a scent from the different ones in the air, he could do that. He didn't even have to continue sniffing as he went like we would have done.Not only did he discover Summer's scent among the millions in the air, but he also found out that whoever took her was working with vampires. I would have teased him about not knowing the things his pack members were involved with but thought better about it. We had far more pressing matters to do, and teasing wasn't part of it. John didn't immediately set out when he got the scent he was looking for. He kept on sniffing to make sure his nose wasn't picking up the wrong ones before he took off. My brothers changed into their wolf forms and ran after him, while I called Jeremy for reinfor
I watched him without saying a word because I didn't know what the fuck I should say. This wasn't what I was expecting. When I called the murderer a psycho, I believed he did it because of the gratification he got from shedding blood. Who would have thought they forced him to do it? I didn't blame him at all. Even though his way of taking care of things wasn't right. He shouldn't have taken matters into his hands like he did. But I still didn't fault him.Had I been in his shoes, I would have done worse than that. I was aware of how soft-hearted I was, but not in such a situation. I wouldn't have let those men stay a minute more on earth, not after all the things they did to my best friend.“I wouldn't say I understand your pain, and I won't also claim to know how you feel because I haven't experienced something like this. However, I'm not faulting the actions you took. Had I been in the same situation, I would have done the same, even worse.” He looked surprised by my words. “Reall
SUMMERI watched Helen with a bored look on my face. “Why did you tell me that? I believe in actions and not words, Helen. I hope you realize that.” “Oh?” She grinned, not looking fazed by my remarks. “I do too. I love action more than words, Summer. Soon, you will feel a taste of it, but not now. I just want you to enjoy the peace of this place while you can.” I didn't reply to that. All I did was roll my eyes and hope she could tell her words did not bother me. The door opened and closed before I heard footsteps. Like I did when Helen stepped in, I didn't look back. I just kept my attention on the woman sitting on the bed, while waiting for the person who entered to show themselves. And when they did, I could only gape, watching Fred with shocked eyes and my mouth opened wide in surprise. “Are you two working together?” I demanded, looking from one to the other while trying to tell myself I was imagining things. I knew I wasn't when Helen smirked. “Stunned?” Fred didn't say a
He arrived a few minutes later. It was faster than we expected. And to further stun us, he ran all the way. If that wasn't freaking crazy, you got to tell me what else might be. It wasn't until he stood in front of us that we realized why we thought the scent on Summer's body was familiar. On the night Summer ran away from home after we found our mate, we went to a human bar to get drunk and ran into him. He had the most awful smell in the entire world, and that pissed us off more than anything else. To cut a long story short, we ended up hitting him to ease our pain. We might have wounded him, but we didn't care. He was an outlet for us. Though we regretted it the next morning when we sobered up, we couldn't find him. He seemed to have disappeared after the fight. That's if you would call it that. It was more like a beating than a fight since we ganged up on him. “Fancy meeting you again.” He folded his arms, staring at us with his mouth pursed. “Didn't count on meeting the bulli