Logan's POV. The car tires screech over the asphalt as I drive into the school. Everywhere is a mess, with blood, receding fire, and low whimpers of pain. The scent of blood, burnt flesh and metal slither into the air around us. Horror fills me as I stand, aghast at what I'm seeing. It happened again, and this time, I was not able to catch the attackers. This right here looks more like a rogue attack. They took us unawares.My heart clenches at the thought of Rain and I begin skimming through the bodies on the ground. I maneuver over the broken chairs, tables, and glasses, looking out for my Luna. “Lester, help me find Rain!!” I order my beta.I try all I can not to let this sorrow numb my legs from moving. Rain just can't be dead. Instead of sorrow, I let revenge fill me up and I search tirelessly for her. She must be somewhere, I tell myself while I look. I hear the blaring sirens, informing me about the ambulance and town patrollers heading toward the school. I was just on
Logan's POV. The air smells like the old times. It's still untouched, save for the huge mansion that sits in the middle of the clearing. Nostalgia hits me square in the face, and I remember the times the pack members would gather around and watch Marcel and I showcase our strength through our fists, claws, and fangs. To me, it was a mere match of entertainment but to Marcel, it was of dominance and superiority. I thought he was among the family I lost, fortunately he isn't. But unfortunately, he'll die by my hands tonight. Blade howls before the mansion and rapidly jumps over the fence. He attacks the first set of guardsmen standing by the entrance. My wolf tears into their souls, ripping it out with his maw and sharp fangs. Cries of pain assail the air. I kill as I aim for the entrance but more men attack. Gunshots ring out and I duck, restrategizing as I attack. The onslaught is bloody. Bones crunch under my fangs. Skin rips under my claws. Just as a bullet makes its way ov
Third Person POV. Three Weeks Later. Tension stands like a wall in the meeting, dominating the Slayers. All the mayors had their heads bowed, distinctly shaking with fear. Their end was nigh, it seemed. The werewolves were about to topple them. If anything, the attack from earlier proved it. It was horrible, gory. In fact, words were undermining the sorry sight the school and students turned into. This attack was heavier than other preemptive attacks and now they had no means of defeating these killing machines known as werewolves. What measures were they supposed to take? Breathing had become increasingly heavy for them. To others, the mayors may seem good and fit but they know their life is deteriorating fast. It had been a long time since they renewed their sacrifice to maintain their life link to the werewolf they held hostage in the dungeon and now these attacks kept coming nonstop.Until when before they were struck their greatest foes? “Ahem!!” Mr. Grant cleared up his
r“Thank you, nurse.” I smile at the older woman who just finished changing my bandages. It had just been three weeks since I was hospitalized but I’m starting to regain my strength significantly.I can’t seem to remember what exactly happened and how I ended up here. The memory is just a blur. However, I do remember when Marcel had barged into the room he confined me in and I saw his monstrous face as he trod closer to me. I remember my shrieks and the scared look on my face but I can’t remember anything else aside from that.“You’re welcome, Ms. Rain…” The nurse's sonorous voice puts a halt to my thoughts. I nod at her and then she gathers her equipment to leave but suddenly stops at the door.“Uh…Ms. Rain?” She blurts as she faces me.“Yeah?” I cock a brow at her questioningly.“The flowers came in again today. Would you love to see them?” She asks me, a hopeful glint in her eyes.Not again, I sigh inwardly and rehearse the same words I’ve been telling her the past three weeks.“I t
Rain's POV. I rush out of the car just as Kylie pulls up in front of my side of the manor. She falls in tow with me, panting. “What's going on, Rain? Talk to me, girl.” She's breathing fast as she runs along. I maneuver my way to the back of the manor, hurtling towards the woods. I need to be certain about my hypothesis before sharing. The only way to confirm this is if the wolf would be able to talk to me at all.Darkness shrouds us once we're in the woods and my footsteps falter when I mistakenly step over a log of wood. I almost double over but hold myself still. Kylie’s harsh breaths surround me as she helps me back to my feet. “Rain, listen to me. This is crazy. Whatever you're thinking, you’ll only end up hurting yourself!!”“You don’t understand, Kylie! There’s a wolf in there whose life is tied to them!!” I roar, breathing heavily in rapid succession.She furrows her brows at me. “Who's ‘them’?” She blurts. I try to open my mouth and respond to her question. To at least
Rain's POV. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I hasten my footsteps to match Zeus's in the hallway. The man had come to my side of the manor, informing me that my father had demanded to see me. It's been two days since my encounter with Kylie in the woods and I've been struggling to keep thoughts about my broken friend away from my mind. Whenever I remember him and the pains he was in, my heart shrinks with sadness. I truly wanted to save him. I just don't know how. Logan had been trying to reach out to me but I've done my best to avoid him. I can't stay with a liar such as him. Once we approach the end of the hallway that leads to my father's study, my pulse magnifies. Who in hell knows what he's about to tell me?I hate the sight of him and the other mayors. Deceitful set of men. Somehow I pray they'll be caught in their own game soon. "Enter. He's waiting..." Zeus's voice rings out and I pull away from my reverie. Taking a gulping breath, I walk into the office. The rich
Logan's POV. “When are we going to get my daughter away from him?” Tiago sits across from me in my study, asking. Sheer worry bead in his expression. For the past few weeks, the man has been lamenting about getting Rain away from the mayor's care. Hell, I’ve thought so deeply into that but it won't be as easy as it seems. Rain will hardly believe me, especially now she has severed ties between us.After her encounter with Marcel, my mate wants nothing to do with me ever again. I've tried to reach out to know the reasons for her actions but whatever effort I put in, it seems to scare her away even more. Now, I'm broken. More broken than I can put into words. While Tiago blabbers, I channel all of my focus on the students’ reports before me. I'm scribbling around the report aimlessly while my mind runs a mile a minute.How do win her heart back? How else do I gain her trust? I clutch the writing device firmly, scribbling away. Tiago's voice is a distant noise in my ears. All that
Rain's POV. Under the silvery gaze of the crescent moon and shimmery stars that alight the woods, Logan kisses me. His touch against my skin is tender, and his lips moving skillfully against mine is arousing. Something inside whimpers at the reconnection. The feeling is woven tightly around my chest and slowly it cracks down the walls of resistance I tried to build since I learned the truth about everything. A string of moans streams from my mouth just as Logan thrusts his deft tongue into mine. He swallows my cries of pleasure. His lips, tender, lock against mine with a fierce passion. What is he doing to me? It took all my willpower to stand before him and challenge him but the instant he touched me, my mind went haywire. Now, I'm pliant in his arms, a prisoner to his pleasure. Logan skates his hand lower down my belly where a fire of need has gathered. I try to press my legs together and prevent his hand from reaching my heat.Goodness, I might combust from a flick of his f
Logan's POV. Lester bustles into my hotel room, all fast breath and sweaty. His iPad rests in his hand. His muscled biceps flexes given how the sleeveless shirt he's wearing leaves his arms exposed. I've just finished bathing, eager to prepare and dive into our next hunting destination. Days have bled into weeks with Lester and I searching for Ivy across the world. The bitch vanished after her stinging betrayal, leaving no trace. Her right-hand man, Vistus, is the one running the diaries while Ivy jumps from one place to another. She knows I'm hunting her, and I won't stop until I find her. I gaze at Lester who mindlessly treads closer to me, blurting out. "I guess I know Ivy's current location." Lester announces and hearing those words makes my belly summersault."How? Let me see," I dart close and snatch the iPad from him, zooming the screen to see the images lurking in it. There's a male news reporter welding a microphone as he blabbers about the new death wave in their com
Third Person POV. The metal bars jangled as Mr. Ford rushed towards it, trying to flutter it open. The others stood behind him, tensed as Riot shoved forward. All baser instincts. Nothing that reeked of Rain's human side remained. "Fucking open the door!!!" Mr. Grant wailed. Hands shaking, the door suddenly seemed too hard to push open. Curses spilled from Ford's mouth as he fumbled with the locks. "Awolllll!!!!" Riot saw darkness, spurred by anger and revenge.Immediately after that growl, announcing her presence, she struck!!! Long, spiked tail swept through the air, striking the Slayers. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open in fear, the men buckled and fell face flat on the ground with a heart-stopping thud. Winces and sputtered words of anger reverberated across the room, coming from them."Fucking Christ!!!" Mr. Fell bolted up, his midriff ripped open and blood fell alongside his bowels. "Fucking fuck! Hanks. Fuck Hankson, my belly. Oh shitttt...." His words dulled to a slur as he
This chapter has triggers.Third Person POV. "It's all done, mayors," Sinai announced when she emerged in the chamber where the mayors were. Their eyes glinted with intent. Smiling hugely, Mr. Hanks dropped his glass of wine on the side table which landed with a clink. "So, she's all prepared to receive us?" He asked Sinai. The older woman nodded, her head hunkered. Despite Rain's refusal to comply with the instructions ladled out, the obedience drug injected into her water had made Rain pliant, ready to be taken by the mayors. "As you ordered, mayor," She intoned. A short, contemptuous laugh whispered from across the room, coming from Mr. Grant. "That's impressive news." He rose, adjusting the invincible crease on his shirt. "I can not wait to dive into that gracious cunt of goodness." Silence met his words, making him veer around to face the others. "Is there a reason for the delay, friends?" Before performing the ritual, it was of prime importance for them to feed sexually
Logan's POV. The car tires scream over the asphalt as I drive into the manor. Hastily, Lester and I alight from the car, slamming the doors shut. My gaze roams around the manor as the guards and patrolling officers begin to come our way, guns pointing directly at us. This was their plan all along. The fucking Slayers. Lester rounds the car until his back slams against mine, making us one against our enemies. The men are uncountable, poised to strike. Lester's breaths permeate my ears as we both take in the advancing enemies. "What should we do, alpha?" He questions, rage seething beneath his skin. They took Rain. They took my Luna. Darkness crawls the edges of my vision as I imagine what pain she must be suffering. No, I can't let these men win me. I can't let them take the gift of the goddess to me-- my mate. Rage spurred to the surface, I growl, "Kill them!" At that, Lester and I roar and shift Into wolves before the men. Then the carnage begins. Roaring into the dark sk
Rain’s POV. “You know, it still surprises me how you managed to hide your true self from me, Rain, despite all I did to trigger you…” Mr. Hanks says, coming closer to me.The wave of anger I feel deep inside me as I stare up at him causes me to spit on his face. Mr. Hanks's eyes darkened. Slowly, his fingers creep up his face and he gently dabs at the slimy liquid. The guards tighten their hold on me, waiting for an order from the mayor. The rest of the Slayers bash me with hateful glares, I feel it dribbling down my joints. Veering my eyes back at Mr. Hanks when I hear him laughing, my lips curl downward.He doubles over again, laughing harder. My face turns beet red as I wonder the reason for the laughter. When he ceases to laugh, he pierces me with his devouring gaze. “This…is such a deja vu moment, Rain.” He boisterously says, throwing his hands up. “What do you mean?” I growl, fighting against the bruising hold of the guards. Mr. Hanks heaves a breath and then hums, “Yulia
Rain's POV. I turn to the next page of the book I've been reading since morning, huffing as I bask in the captivating scenes. Gosh, I've been waiting for so long for the main characters to share their first kiss. Now that it's about to happen, my interest piques and I settle deeper into the chair and cross my legs. Then I savor the words. His possessive words and touch. I don't know when I giggle so loud that the student beside me in the library curses and barks. "Can you keep it down? You ain't the only one reading!" "Oops, apologies," I chatter out and briskly pin my eyes back on the pages of the book. Ohh, the chemistry between them is so powerful, it makes me bite down on my lip. Ahh, I practically shrieked when his lips finally met with hers. The kiss started out slow before turning into a frenzy. And the girl's moan is the perfect sound in such a quiet environment. I don't understand how I can hear it go off in my head. Unknowingly, my shrieks became loud again. It must
Third Person POV. A boisterous cheer ripped from the mayors' mouths. A nice parcel of news had just reached them from the Facility. The Fomorrh has been produced and that was something to be celebrated. "At long last. We've achieved our aim!" Mr. Fell's voice tore through the clinking of glasses in Mr. Hanks' chamber."Ahh, you could say that, Fell. We no longer need to fear them. For they will now be killing each other." Mr. Grant hummed, grabbing a champagne flute from the table, and shuffling to join the others on the line of couches. When Mr. Grant whisked a glance over Mr. Hanks he smiled, knowing the man was basking in their victory. He could see a blooming smile on Mr. Hanks's face. "Our lives shall be ours forever. Oh, I've started making arrangements about the next woman to marry." Mr. Grant chimed in, sipping his drink languidly. He had started buying women from traders across North America, tasting as many women as he could until he found the one tasty enough to be call
Logan's POV. I take a moment to swallow down my beating pulse, my desperation, before uttering. "The Slayers have my father hostage in the dungeon." A slight pause. Then, "I'm thinking he is the one the Slayers' eternal life is bound to."I feel Lester alternating his gaze between me and the witches. Aphrodite scoffs but I don't flinch. I'll do all I can to free my father. The thought of him being in that dungeon for the past two centuries clenches my heart.He wasn't dead all this while I thought I had lost him. I've one family member remaining. One I need to save at all costs. "That has nothing to do with us, alpha Logan. We cannot risk our lives for you or any other..." I barge forward, teeth gritted. "I...am...willing to do all I can just for you to help me. Anything possible, you name it, Aphrodite." My chest is heaving from how hard I breathe. She has to agree. She has to help me. "You don't understand, you do?" Her eyes flare when she looks back at me. Fiercely, Aphrodi
Logan's POV. I erect from the couch I'm lounging on the moment I feel the first sting of Sun rays on me. My eyes narrow as I turn and look out the window. It's fucking morning! I tell myself, feeling the ugly hands of doom on my biceps, it stretches down to my heart. The feeling causes me to pant as I look down at the bottle of Scotch in my hand. I'd drank it down in half. The amber liquid had been my go-to the moment I stepped into the mansion last night. I'd clung to it like it held all the answers I seek. The goal was to drink so hard until I forget about the doom I feel gripping me like a vise. Since the preparation of this war against the Slayers, I've been having this feeling. Like our fucking end is nigh. No, I shake my head, trashing that damn feeling. The Slayers won over us before but not anymore. Now, I've a band of soldiers ready to fight against those men. A band of soldiers that are irresistible to silver and wolfsbane bullets. Hell, the Slayers will be no match t