“What was she trying to convey?” Fred demanded, looking towards me. I couldn't answer him as tears streamed down my eyes. Watching her die made it seem like they ripped something from me. I could only watch her lifeless body doing nothing. I was as helpless as she was, and could only watch her draw her last breath. “Luna?”Blinking, I turned to look at him, frowning. “What's wrong?”“What did she gesture before she died?” His tone sounded urgent. More like he needed to know what she told me. “Will that help your case?” I frowned at him, not replying to his questions, but wondering his reasons for asking me that. Why does he sound as if he had to learn what she told me about?Sighing, he returned to what he was doing, this time, hasty in his actions. He wasn't as sluggish as he was when Nelly was still alive. I couldn't pinpoint why I had speculated about his activities, but I did. Wondering if, like Pascal, Fred wanted her dead? “I assumed she told you something and wished to know
He nodded at the question, running his hand through his hair as he turned to face me. There was a red tint on his cheeks as he did so. “I learned most of the things I know when I was in high school. I didn't have the best memories of that place, but there were things I learned that helped me.” He smiled, reminiscing the old days. The small smile on his face was enough to show just how much he missed high school. It was in his gaze and the way his eyes sparkled just speaking of it. “It sounds like you had some fun time in high school.”He nodded. “Yeah, there were.” He held the door open, smiling at me. “Let's go.”I stepped towards him, glancing back in the room once more before I strode out of the room, and into a dimly lit corridor. Blinking and squinting couldn't help me out. I was as blind as a bat. Fred closed the door behind him and took my hand in his. “I will lead you out of this place. I know it's too dark for your eyes,” he explained, to let me know why he held me. Noddi
I smiled at that before a thought came to mind. I stepped back from him and looked towards the car, at Storm, who was leaning casually on it, with his arms folded and a smile on his face. It was the first time I'd seen an expression that was not a frown on his face.“Are you two the only ones here?” I turned to Jeremy, raising my eyebrows to accompany the question.“No, we came with others.” As he spoke, three other vans pulled up. “Is there any problem?” He questioned as his gaze went towards Fred, who was acting like he wanted to disappear.Had Jeremy not glanced towards him, I would have forgotten about him until it was time to question him about some odd things that happened there.“Yes. Pascal is —”Fred held my hand, shaking his head, his eyes wide in fear. “Let's get out of here,” he said urgently, looking at me with large, scared eyes. “Let's leave him and —”“No, we have to get him.” Removing his hand from mine, I turned to Jeremy. “Follow that path to his hideout. Don't harm
SUMMERIt had been a week since Pascal kidnapped me. After that night, we drove Fred back to his house, and the hunters took Pascal and Nelly's body to the morgue. Storm drove me back to the hospital and Jeremy offered to keep an eye on me. Not that he offered to do that. He stood his ground stubbornly and refused to leave my side.He didn't want a repeat of what happened that afternoon and was hell-bent on staying with me all day, neglecting his health. I let him be when I discovered he wasn't leaving my side like he promised. He was stubborn about that, showing he had no intentions of going anywhere, even if it killed him.With his hawk-like eyes following me everywhere I went, I couldn't check the paper I got from Nelly and opted to keep it until I had the chance to open it.My mates were yet to wake from their comatose state. Though they had regained their skin colour, they were yet to open their eyes. Each day, the nurses give them fluid through the IV drip. To sustain them, she
SUMMERIt had been a week since Pascal kidnapped me. After that night, we drove Fred back to his house, and the hunters took Pascal and Nelly's body to the morgue. Storm drove me back to the hospital and Jeremy offered to keep an eye on me. Not that he offered to do that. He stood his ground stubbornly and refused to leave my side.He didn't want a repeat of what happened that afternoon and was hell-bent on staying with me all day, neglecting his health. I let him be when I discovered he wasn't leaving my side like he promised. He was stubborn about that, showing he had no intentions of going anywhere, even if it killed him.With his hawk-like eyes following me everywhere I went, I couldn't check the paper I got from Nelly and opted to keep it until I had the chance to open it.My mates were yet to wake from their comatose state. Though they had regained their skin colour, they were yet to open their eyes. Each day, the nurses give them fluid through the IV drip. To sustain them, she
Tears poured from my eyes as I watched him. I couldn't explain how I felt, looking at my mates, whom I thought would take months before they woke from slumber. It was so fucking….Sniffing, I closed the distance between us and enveloped him in a hug, my eyes misty with tears. “Mitch!” I cried, hugging him tight. “It's alright, I'm okay,” he assured, patting my back. “You don't have to cry. It's okay. We are okay, safe.”“Like always, Mitch manages to steal the show,” Mike grumbled. Breaking away from the hug with Mitch, I rushed over to him, almost jumping on him as I hugged him before I did the same to Miles, who was staring at me as if I committed a crime. “Wasn't I supposed to be the first to receive a hug?” He pouted like a baby. “Why did I receive it last when Mitch should have been the one!”“Complaining like a kid, are you?” I tapped his nose, smiling when he cradled it, peering at me with a frown. “Am I wrong? You are always treating Mitch better than you treat me,” he arg
Mitch gritted his teeth, looking at me as if he couldn't think of what to do at the moment. The way his eyes narrowed at me made it seem like he wanted to snap my head off at any minute.“It turned out Fred was the one all along. He —”“Fred?” Miles scoffed. “Are you certain Nelly told the truth? What if she had a vendetta with him before her death? It couldn't just be. The Fred I know is not only clumsy but timid. There is no way in fucking hell he would be the one causing havoc.” “That's true,” Mitch supported. “He couldn't have done that. You must be mistaken. Fred is too much of a scaredy-cat to do something like this.”Mike nodded at their words, agreeing to it. I wouldn't blame them, though. Just like them, I didn't believe Fred could do something like this. However, after spending half the day with him, I realized there was more to him than met the eye.“I doubt you know Fred as much as you think you do. You only know the part he wants you to, and not the real him,” I argued,
We didn't hear from Fred throughout the week. No one knew where he went to, and neither did we get any news about him. He switched his phone off, and none of us could contact him. When we tried his house, we discovered it he had taken everything with him, showing he planned this from the time we escaped from Pascal. Once more, we were left with no lead. It felt like the more we tried to get to him, the farther he went from us. I had Storm and Jeremy scour the entire city for him, but nothing fruitful came out of it. There was no news of Fred. It seemed he had left for the human city, making it impossible for us to trace him.“Still thinking about Fred?” Mitch walked over to me and placed a kiss on my left cheek before he sat next to me, placing his hand behind me on the couch.“How did you know?” I looked up at him with a frown, wondering how he knew my thoughts. I was aware they could only speak in their minds, but not in other people's minds, and they can't hear thoughts.“You alw
“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