As I left her apartment that night, my heart ached in a way it never had before. I could still see the fear in her eyes, the confusion. I knew she didn't understand any of this, and I couldn't blame her. It was a lot to take in. It was a lot even for someone born and raised in this world, let alone a young woman who had been raised in the human world, oblivious to her true heritage. The night air was cool as I walked back towards the pack house, my mind racing. I had to protect her, there was no question about it. But how was I going to do that when she was so afraid, so reluctant to let me in? As an Alpha, I was used to commanding respect, to having my orders followed without question. But Skye... She wasn't a pack member, she wasn't a werewolf. She was a human, with a human's fears and a human's understanding of the world. And she had been hurt before, I could see it in her eyes. She was wary, scared to trust again. And I couldn't blame her for that either. When I reached the pack
The next day at the cafe felt like every other. Except for the undercurrent of anxiety pulsating through me with every beat of my heart. A part of me was curious about Jayleen's revelation about Kain, my father. It was terrifying to think about my own parent as the monster Jayleen painted him to be, and yet, I was oddly relieved to finally know something about my past. During the mid-afternoon lull, Heather came to sit with me. "You okay, Skye?" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine concern. She always had a way of knowing when something was bothering me. "It's a lot, isn't it?" she continued, not waiting for me to answer. She was right. It was a lot. My whole life seemed to be unraveling around me and I didn't know how to make it stop. I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I had so many questions, so many thoughts running through my mind, I didn't know where to begin. "Jayleen...he told me about Kain," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. Heather's eyes widened, but
Waking up the next morning felt strange. The apartment was too quiet, too still. I lay in my bed, the early morning sunlight piercing through the curtains and casting a warm glow around the room. It was too peaceful, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside me. The conversation with Heather the night before had left me drained and filled with an aching emptiness. Talking about the past was like reopening old wounds. The fear, the despair, the nights spent crying myself to sleep... it was all coming back. Pulling myself out of bed, I shuffle into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, desperate for something to help clear the cobwebs in my head. As I wait for the coffee to brew, I glance at my reflection in the kitchen window. My strawberry-blonde hair was a tangled mess, my face pale. I looked as exhausted as I felt. The memory of Jayleen's face when he told me about my father and my mother's death was still vivid in my mind. I could still hear the pain in his voice a
Power. It's a heady feeling, to have power. It fills you up, and makes you feel invincible. And my Skye, she's power incarnate. My little girl, with her mother's features and my eyes, she's not just a witch. She's so much more. Anna... Her mother was smart. Too smart. She must have sensed what was coming, what I was becoming. She saw the future, saw the darkness growing within me, and tried to protect Skye from it. She hid our daughter away, masked her scent, suppressed her abilities. But you can't hide power. Not forever. And now, after all these years, Skye's abilities are awakening. All I've done, all the sacrifices, the blood spilt, it was all for this. For Skye. To bring her back to me, to our pack. I can feel it, the pull towards her, growing stronger every day. Jayleen Silver. The thorn in my side. He thinks he's so noble, so righteous. He thinks he can protect Skye from me. But he doesn't know what she's capable of, what she's destined for. He can't understand. He's just a L
I sat in my office, the dim light from the lone lamp barely illuminating the room. My eyes scanned the maps spread out on my table, tracing the borders between my territory and the Silver Creek. My grip tightened around the glass of whiskey in my hand as my mind raced with strategies and possible outcomes. "Sire," a voice broke my concentration, and I turned to see one of my pack members standing by the door. "We have located Skye Jackson. She is indeed in Silver Creek." My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and rage. The thought of my daughter being in Jayleen's territory, being under his protection, made my blood boil. I downed the rest of my whiskey, feeling the burn slide down my throat. "Prepare the warriors," I ordered, my voice steady despite the storm brewing within me. "We're paying Silver Creek a visit." The man nodded, quickly retreating to carry out the orders. I stood up, the maps on the table seeming less significant now. My daughter was within my grasp,
The weight of responsibility hung heavy on my shoulders. The tension was palpable, not just within my pack, but throughout the town as well. Rumors of Kain's increasing cruelty and madness were spreading, and I could feel a civil war brewing. Despite my own fears, I had to project an image of calm and control to my pack. I had always been their leader, their rock. I couldn't let them see me falter now. We had to be united and strong in the face of what was coming. My thoughts turned to Skye. She was still so new to this world, to this life, and I worried for her. But after our conversation, a part of my mind was at ease. I knew she understood the gravity of the situation, and I knew she would do whatever was necessary to protect herself. And thankfully, I had one of my most trusted warriors watching over her. Still, I couldn't help but wish I could be there for her myself, instead of preparing for war. I missed her. I missed her wit, her determination, her spirit. But most of all, I
The meeting room was replaced by the familiarity of the town as I made my way out, the cool evening breeze cutting through the tension that the war planning had wound up in me. I found solace in the quiet streets of our territory, their peacefulness serving as a reminder of what we were fighting for. The pack wasn't just a group of werewolves and their mates. They were a community, a family. There were kids, elders, unmated wolves and humans, all living under the protective umbrella of the Silver Pack. And it was my responsibility to keep them safe. The first house belonged to Luke and Rosie. They had a two-year-old daughter who was just discovering her playful wolf pup side. I smiled as I remembered my own pup days. As I knocked on their door, I put on my most reassuring face. I wasn't there to instill fear; I was there to ensure preparedness. Each conversation had a similar pattern. There was initial shock, then worry. But by the end, there was understanding and a sense of unity.
Sitting on the floor of my room, the quiet hum of the world outside my window was my only companion. I've been told I have powers, that a potential I can't begin to understand lays dormant within me. And now, I'm on a journey to unlock this potential. But where do I even begin? I closed my eyes, trying to reach within myself. It was like trying to grasp onto wisps of smoke, ephemeral and elusive. Sometimes I could almost feel something, a hint of warmth, a flicker of power, but then it would slip away again, leaving me grasping at empty air. Frustration welled up within me, the self-doubt gnawing at my confidence. How am I supposed to access something I don't even understand? How am I supposed to fight against a destiny that seems as immovable as the tide? Taking a deep breath, I tried to center myself again, to block out the whirlwind of thoughts and focus on the task at hand. I thought about what I knew about magic from stories, about reaching out with my mind and heart, about see
My gaze was fixed intently on the phone, anticipating a message from Skye. The stillness outside was palpable, and I found myself missing the familiar hustle and bustle of the Silver pack beyond my office window. A knock rapped on the door, interrupting my thoughts. Without shifting my gaze from the phone, I called out, "Come in." The door creaked open, and Michael strode in, his posture a blend of urgency and concern. He scanned the room briefly before settling his eyes on me. "Any word from her?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and apprehension. "I've heard nothing," I murmured, eyes locked onto the phone, a sense of unease growing in the pit of my stomach. "Did I make a mistake letting her go?" Michael ambled over and settled into the chair across from me. His tone was business-like, but I could detect the worry beneath. "The warriors are prepped and waiting on your word, Jay." My mind raced, thoughts of Skye consuming every corner. "She's stepping into a worl
She still had that wary look in her eyes. Man, I was at a loss for how to make her relax a bit. "You good?" I asked. She glanced up, those big blue eyes, mirror images of her mother's, knocking the wind out of me every time. The resemblance was uncanny, and it tugged at my heartstrings. We ambled through the garden, the same one where her mom and I used to take our evening strolls.Skye kept her cards close, not peppering me with questions like I'd expected. If I wanted to come out on top in this impending war, I needed her trust."Ask me anything, sweetheart. I'll be honest with you," I assured her. She met my gaze, pausing briefly. "Why did you kill my mother?" Her eyes held mine, unwavering. Damn. The one question I wasn't ready for. Even I struggle to answer that for myself."It's a complex tale. I'm struggling with where to begin," I admitted, my voice faltering in a way it rarely did. She settled on the same bench I had crafted for my mate. "You said you'd be honest," Skye remin
I sat there, drumming my fingers on my knee, waiting for Elijah to reply. What was taking him so long? I couldn't help but berate myself for the situation I'd landed myself in. "Good going, Skye," I muttered under my breath. "Real genius move, deciding to run off with a guy you know nothing about, who might have murdered your mom. Brilliant!" Yep, now I was definitely talking to myself. Fantastic. I felt like a caged animal, pacing back and forth in the room, anxious and waiting. Suddenly, it hit me that I hadn't considered the two werewolf guards stationed outside my door. So much for being smart and stealthy. I found myself eyeing the door nervously, half expecting someone to barge in and drag me out. Man, all I wanted was a bit more insight into my past. But, looking back, it wasn't the brightest idea. Maybe it was the years of unanswered questions that led me to Kain, or maybe just a lapse in judgment. Whatever it was, my chest felt heavy ever since I left with him. Why did deci
The room I was in felt strangely foreign yet hauntingly familiar. Its grandeur was overwhelming, and the framed photos scattered throughout seemed to narrate a story that was part of my own heritage. Images of my mother and father, happy and in love, stared back at me. The resemblance I shared with my mother was uncanny. Her strawberry-blonde hair, her blue eyes, the curve of her smile - they all echoed in my own features. One particular photo drew me in, and I felt an uncontrollable urge to pick it up. This was more than just a picture; it was a connection to a past I'd never known. I hid it in my bag, a precious memento I would keep close to my heart. As I strolled towards the window, I couldn't help but be consumed by my own thoughts. Why had I chosen to come here, to be with the man who was accused of taking my mother's life? Was it the pull of a shared lineage, or something deeper? Was it curiosity or a longing for understanding? I couldn't quite put my finger o
I watched Skye as she explored our old home, touching the surfaces as if trying to connect with her past, her roots. The questions she had were relentless, each one an arrow piercing my already wounded heart. But I steeled myself. This was the least I could do. Share the past, share her mother, with her. "She was beautiful, intelligent, fiery," I began, my gaze distant as I let myself get lost in the memories. "She had a temper, she didn't back down from a challenge and she was the best thing that ever happened to me. Your mother... she was the type of woman that, once met, could never be forgotten." Skye paused in her exploration, turning to face me. Her eyes held a guarded curiosity, a cautious hope. And why wouldn't they? All her life, she'd been without a family, devoid of the warmth that came from knowing your roots. I felt a surge of guilt. I had stolen that from her. I took a deep breath and continued, my voice barely above a whisper, "Your mother had a gift. She could see gl
From the edge of the Silver Pack territory, I watched as Skye moved further away from me, and closer to the very danger we had been protecting her from. Kain. My wolf was in turmoil within me, its frantic howls echoing my own panic, begging me to stop her, to bring her back. But I couldn't. She had made her choice, and despite everything in me wanting to drag her back, to protect her from what I knew was coming, I respected her decision.Each step she took felt like a dagger to my heart. My mate, moving further away from me, closer to my worst enemy. Kain. The sight of him, grinning, victorious, filled my vision with red. My fists clenched at my sides, every fiber of my being urging me to charge at him, to rip his grin off his face. But it was Skye's safety that mattered most to me. And for now, at least, it seemed that staying with Kain was what she believed was safe.Even so, as Skye's figure shrunk into the distance, a promise formed within me. If Kain so much as laid a finger on S
"Jayleen," I began, my voice trembling slightly, "I need to do this." I looked into his anguished eyes, my heart aching at the sight. He was always so strong, so unshakeable, but now, he looked as if he was on the brink of collapse. I reached out, gently touching his arm, wanting to reassure him."Skye, you don't know Kain. He's not to be trusted," he warned, his gaze piercing through mine. I could see the worry etched onto his face, the fear glinting in his eyes."I know," I responded softly. "But this... this is about family, Jayleen. It's about getting to know where I came from. I need this." I pleaded with my eyes, hoping he would understand.Jayleen clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his side. He looked like he wanted to argue, to reason me out of it, but I shook my head, firm in my decision."I promise, I'll be careful," I told him, my words just above a whisper. "I'm not blindly trusting Kain, I'm not naïve, Jayleen. I just... I
Looking out onto the sea of snarling faces, a wave of exhilaration surged within me. Jayleen stood at the forefront, his warriors forming a formidable line behind him. He wore a face of calm determination, a striking contrast to the threatening growls of his pack. I addressed the Silver Pack, my voice booming across the forest, "Ready to watch your Alpha die tonight?" I asked, the corners of my lips curling into a cruel smile. Their reaction was instantaneous. A chorus of growls erupted, their wolves emerging at the surface. Their eyes, a striking gold, glowed fiercely in the moonlight. It was a sight to behold, an orchestra of defiance, loyalty, and strength.But what caught my eye was Jayleen. His eyes, normally a soft brown, now glowed a vibrant red. I could almost see his Lycan instincts, primal and untamed, roaring to the surface. I blinked, taken aback for a moment. It was an unexpected sight, and one I hadn't seen since...A low growl rumbled in my chest, the surprise replaced
We were running out of time. Kain's attack could happen at any moment and we had to be prepared. The scent of unease lingered in the air, a tangible manifestation of the uncertainty that lay ahead.Michael stood beside me, the usually jovial expression on his face replaced by a grim determination. "The final group of elders and pups left this morning, Alpha," he reported. "They've been secured in the safe houses. The Beta team is guarding them."I nodded. "Good. What about our defense lines?""Theta team has set up around the town's perimeter," he answered. "Epsilons are scouting the borders for any signs of Kain's pack."I surveyed the map spread out on the table before me, marking out key defense points and escape routes. The safety of the pack was my responsibility, and I was determined not to let them down."What about Skye?" I asked, turning to face Michael. My heart clenched at the thought of her being caught in the crossfire."Elijah has been keeping an eye on her," he replied.