TRISTAN’S POV:I was in the middle of my usual evening run in the woods when I suddenly held a loud, angry howl. Although it sounded far and low, I could still tell what it was. I halted in my running and turned to look behind me, charging for the direction where I heard the sound.When I got to the creek, I found two wolves there, one being bitten in the leg and the other scratched all over the face. I couldn't help but stop short as I watched them, the bottom wolf grappling for life. But I knew who they both were. The patrol guard tonight, Jean and Raven. Just then, Jean seemed to notice another presence around them, and he sniffed, removing his attention from her for a moment. When he sighted me where I stood, he instantly began to drag her toward me.She still continued to protest, but it was useless. He soon got closer and slammed her on the ground and howled at me, briefing me about what happened exactly. I immediately turned on the mind link to hear him out.It turned out he
RAVEN’S POV:"I'm sorry," He muttered, staring deeply into my eyes. I was not prepared for it, and I could only stare back at him, not uttering a single word in response.He must have felt awkward because of that, for he soon turned his face away and focused on the wheel. I merely sat there my mind reeling as I tried to get used to the fact that Tristan just apologized to me. He didn't seem like the type to do so."Why?" I couldn't help questioning, feeling both curious and suddenly jumpy after his words."I'm responsible for this." He didn't look at me as he spoke unlike usual, further confirming my suspicion that he felt embarrassed. He added, "I should have initiated you into the pack when you came here. The guards don't recognize your wolf's scent."I paused at this, staring at him blankly. "Oh, the initiation." I had also forgotten about that. It was a norm to do that in a pack to make sure there won't be disputes in the pack. Since I had forgotten that also, I couldn't help sayi
But, he didn't. He reached out for the seat belt and plugged it in before he strode to the other side of the car. I only sat there dumbfounded and unable to figure out what just happened. I turned to look at him, but he didn't seem bothered or even aware of what he did. The car started to move as he drove toward the pack house. I looked away from him, suddenly feeling very upset. I didn't know why I was so bothered, but I was mad. Mad at him for being so clueless and myself for my heart beating so fast earlier.What happened to me? Why did I think he was going to kiss me? That seemed like it came out of a cliché romance, and I felt embarrassed. It was clear he was only going to help me with the seatbelt. I couldn't even look at him as he drove, and I was silent. I just wanted to bury myself in a hole if I could. But, he suddenly spoke, and I had to look his way, "I heard from Bethany that you want to train with the Corps."I wasn't expecting his question, but I nodded as I rememb
RAVEN’S POV:I knocked gently on the dark mahogany door of his office with the files I was meant to submit that morning in hand. His voice soon resonated from inside, succinct and solemn, "Come in."I instantly turned the door knob and entered the office, shutting the door behind me. He was seated behind the desk, but his chair was turned to the opposite side, so his back was turned to me. I couldn't help standing there for a few seconds, files in arm, as I regarded him. He looked charismatic and mysterious, even from afar.I approached him, and when I reached his desk, I called out to him, "Good morning, Alpha. I'm done with the files you asked me to arrange."He turned to look at me when he heard me speak, like he didn't expect it to be me. Then, he turned the swivel chair around and pushed it closer to the desk, placing his reading tablet on the desk. I noticed he wore a pair of reading glasses today, a gold rimmed spectacle with a tiny frame - it looked good on him, surprisingly.
RAVEN’S POV:The party had already begun with full force when Bethany and I walked in. She urged me to go with her to a party she was invited to. It was a Saturday evening, and although I was rather busy with the business plan I had to submit, I needed the break so I could think of new ideas. There were countless familiar faces at the party as well as several unfamiliar ones. The unfamiliar ones were most likely not residing in the pack house.However, Bethany must be very popular in the pack for a lot of eyes turned to us the moment we entered. Their stares were set on the two of us, and they regarded us from top to toe.Oh, God. I hate being in the spotlight.My anxiety level was rising at a high rate, and it was practically about to shoot through the roof. Bethany obviously noticed how uneasy I was and turned to me."Raven, I'm here with you. So just loosen up and enjoy the party." She said. "You will... if the party goes all well."I was immediately alarmed. "What do you mean?"S
RAVEN’S POV:I immediately turned upon hearing that voice and looked beside me to see Alexander. I couldn't help but be surprised; that he was at this party and how he managed to fish me out of this crowd.Also, I was beginning to get wary. He was always appearing everywhere I was, and although he did seem like a nice guy, it was rather unsettling. So, I simply said before turning back to my wine, "Hi."Not surprisingly, he leaned on the counter beside me and chuckled, "You seem bored." He tilted his head slightly, looking at the glass of wine and remarked, "You don't drink?"I immediately looked at him, unable to tell how he came to that conclusion. He tilted his head slightly in the direction of the crowd."I was watching you from where I sat. You didn't even drink any of it."I pursed my lips for a moment before replying, "Yes, I don't drink."But my brows soon flitted up in question. What does he want? "Is there something you want from me?" I asked, trying to sound polite.He sm
RAVEN’S POV:"What do you think you're doing?" I suddenly heard Bethany's voice, loud and clear. She sounded very displeased, and that made me stand up from where I was, grabbing the bag from the table. Then, I went toward that direction.Her yell was very loud, so it caught a lot of people's attention, and they were already crowding around, so I had to pass through hordes before getting to her. But I was utterly shocked when I got there and saw what was going on.Isadora was on the floor clutching her chest and looking rather breathless. Her face was pale, and tears were running down her face, making all her makeup look like mess. She looked like she was in a lot of pain. Bethany stood there in disbelief, but she also looked utterly frustrated."What happened?" I heard someone ask from the crowd that had gathered, and Isadora only seemed to cry the more people asked. Someone tried to help her up, but she fell back on the floor in a crying mess."What do you think? Bethany must have
RAVEN’S POV:When I turned to look, I realized it was Ethan who yelled. That was the first time I heard his voice. He wasn't the only one there, though. Tristan was also beside him alongside another man I didn't recognize. They easily stood out among the crowd due to their appearance and the way the crowd quickly parted for them to pass. The surroundings were quickly filled with voices of people as they greeted Tristan. He and Ethan were still in their suits, meaning they came from work while the unfamiliar man was dressed more comfortably, and he looked even more approachable than the other two.But what stuck out to me was the chilly look in Ethan's eyes, so I couldn't help moving my gaze to him. He looked furious, and that was the first time I was seeing such an expression on his face. I had always perceived him as an uptight, quiet, and strict person but not someone who would get so mad.He strolled forward, and when he settled right beside us, I felt Bethany stiffen and grab my