Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. “Ugh.” What is that sound? And why does my head hurt so badly? Where am I? I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they are being weighed down by something. I move my eyeballs around behind my eyelids really slowly and then try opening again. Th
I can’t call for help, or even beg her to stop, I am weak. I would beg for her to stop if I could. I can’t feel my wolf because of the silver and whatever else has me disoriented. I just keep shouting in my head hoping someone can hear my stifled cry for help. I don’t focus on one person, I shout
I wish I would have been able to see Oliver’s smile one more time. I hate that my last thought of him is going to be that moody scowl of his walking away from me angry. My brother finally got to see the real me and was proud. I wish I could have been more for him. Stronger, by his side. Not weak,
I'm sorry for the cliffhanger...Kind of ;) I am currently editing and scheduling out Act 2 chapters. The goal is to have no gap in time for publishing, but I also want to make sure the quality and story get told in the best possible way.Thank you for all who have stayed with me up to this point, it has been an incredible journey. This is the first time I am not writing from a contest prompt, but from my own imagination. These chapters are also far more dense than anything I have written before. I am not a professional writer, but I have enjoyed studying the craft as I develop this book and get more confident each day.The story has been broken down into three main parts following Skylar's life:Act 1 - Skylar's early life experiencesAct 2 - Skylar's evolution once she leaves her pack for the first time.Act 3 - Coming home, Skylar as a woman returning to a life she left as a child.For any writers out there reading through with me. Please give me any and all feedback that you have.
I blink away the crap gluing my eyes shut. Then take a slow look around trying not to move much. I am really getting tired of waking up feeling like I got hit by a truck and not recognizing where I’m at. This has become an all too familiar situation and it’s pissing me off. “You’re awake Little One. It’s nice to see you moving around again. You gave everyone quite a scare. You don’t seem to do anything halfway though, do you?” I tilt my head sideways on the scratchy pillow. “Where am I this time? And why does it hurt to talk?” That hurt far more than it should have. I must be really messed up. I blink over at Warrior Osiston standing next to a door that, I assume, leads to the hallway. I take a good look around and assess my situation, my eyes seeming to be the only thing that work without pain, still moving slowly through the stiffness. I’m covered in IV’s and wires, but none of the awful beeping sounds are coming from the machines. “I turned all the damn sounds off.” Osiston say
“That is three questions, but I will let it slide due to mental exhaustion. You are in the hospital of the Royal Pack. It was decided that this would be the best place for your healing. I turned the sound of the machines off eight days ago, you have been here for 14. Your turn.” He raises an eyebrow
“That sounds like my best option. Going home would just cause more problems and I have nowhere else to go. And I am done with most of my school credits. It would be a waste of time to have to sit through classes when I could be doing something more productive.” I try really hard to hide my excitemen
“We will be taking samples every hour until your wolf reappears and we will send up some food. I’m sure your body could do with more than the nutrients we are giving you through your IV. When you are ready we will also send up a hairdresser to fix the butcher’s job they did on those beautiful blonde
Thank you all so much for reading my story and sticking with me for the long haul. This book was over a year and a half in the making and all the support and comments have truly been inspiring. I appreciate you all more than you know. I am a new writer and learning as I go and you have all shown
Epilogue 85 years later.“There’s no way you’re going to make that happen.” Silas is challenging Mack to a timed speed race. “What’s going on here?” Cam slades up behind me, wrapping me in his arms.“The boys just heard about the challenges we used to do and that I beat all of you guys at one ti
Epilogue 7“You couldn’t just ask one of our warriors for a meeting? You had to interrupt our family dat and demand we see you here.” Oliver comes up next to me.“Seriously? There’s no way any of you would have seen me, and you never would have let her talk to me. If she was my mate, I wouldn’t l
Epilogue 6I was kept in the hospital for a full week after I woke up. Sierra’s parents took all kinds of samples for testing and actually packed a bunch up from me and the girls to take back to their lab to see if they can find a pattern or a way to help our family in the future. Elena and Gentry
Epilogue 5“Yep. On it.” Dakota blurts, momentarily disturbing the tiny girl in his arms. He recovers quickly whispering to her, holding her close to his face and smiling like an idiot, but she loves it smiling at the sound of his voice, or maybe his familiar scent. I'm not sure what they can sens
“I think you’ll find giving us three pups will wear you out a bit.” Oliver says sitting next to me gently tilting his pile of blankets.The tiniest most precious face I have ever seen peeks out. She’s barely the size of his forearm, but looks completely at home snuggled into him. I look at Oliver’s
Epilogue 4“No! Stop that thought right there. Once we start that, I get nothing done the rest of the day.” I put my finger up in his face then move past him to wash my hands, which is another amazing feat since I have to stand sideways. He just laughs behind me. They used to try to hide when th
Epilogue 3“What do we do? What can we do to make this better for you?” Cam climbs behind me, resting against the wall of pillows behind us and pulling me back between his legs. Oliver’s head drops to the bed unceremoniously.“Not okay man.” He half grumbles, half laughs, then crawls towards me t
“We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.” She turns to run at Sam, I’m sure crying again. This hormone sh*t is no joke.Before I can even think about her fast retreat, I am scooped up and carried away. Oliver’s honey scent doesn’t surprise me as I bury my face in his neck to calm my nerves. We obvi