Kamari's Point of ViewThe helmet fitted snuggly over my head. Pressed it a bit too hard but according to Zayan, that was how it was supposed to be. If I fell, he didn't want my skull to bounce around on the inside. Rather, he wanted it to absorb the impact.Or some shit like that."Please tell me that mine doesn't have any gears," I whispered and tightened the gloves he had given me. Another precaution, along with some rather unsightly boots that came up to my knees. They were hard to walk around in. Weighed close to ten fucking kilos. Although, he swore they didn't. But the added weight felt off to me."No. Yours is automatic, " He paused what he was doing. Set his own gear down and walked over to me. The monster of a quad was in front of me. With all the bars and lights and stuff, I had never used before in my life. "Get on." He instructed.Slowly, I shifted my feet closer. Lifted one leg and shimmied it over the top. It left me in an awkward position. I questioned every life deci
Zayan's Point of ViewShe smelt like sunshine. It was a weird way to describe it. But that was what it was. Sunshine and happiness. An endless supply that I could get of. For as long as she wanted me close.Being this closely pressed to her made me keenly aware of her presence. Of how fragile she was. A small being that I now held the power to make or destroy. Not that this situation was even remotely so poetic. I was just driving her around on an automatic quad bike. Showing her the ropes so that she could venture after me when I climbed onto the dirt bike a bit later. Her head remained steadily centered but I could almost sense her eyes moving up and down when I worked the brakes. Or when I sped up using the thumb accelerator. A far cry from being difficult in the slightest. With her brilliant mind, I knew she could figure it out quickly.Now it was simply a matter of relinquishing the controls so that she could take over. A feat I wanted to do but couldn't bring myself to do. Wha
Kamari's Point of ViewI couldn't tell him. I really fucking couldn't. Maybe that made me a coward. Maybe it just made me a sentient being. But I was absolutely fucking petrified of the thing between my legs.It was spurting fumes. Rumbled menacingly. Jerked a whole lot when my thumb started aching and I couldn't keep it there at constant pressure. And boy did my thumb fucking ache a whole lot.All and all, quad biking didn't seem like the sport for me. I gave it a six out of ten, at best. Only because Zayan enjoyed it so much. Made him happier than I had ever seen him. Only because I felt free for the first time in my life.Not even the day he had bought me out of my status seemed to make me feel this free. Zayan was in front of me for most of the trip. His back wheels sometimes shot up rocks. Made not just the road an obstacle course but the air as well. I didn't mind. Pressed the accelerator as hard as I could without my heart dropping out through my ass.This side of the lake was
Kamari's Point of ViewThe bark from the willow was rough through the thin fabric of my shirt. I could feel it poke into me. Probe me for answers. Or maybe that was just my conscious trying to make sense of what had just happened with Zayan.One moment he was on the ground, asking me if I cared about him. The next? Well, we started making out and getting heavy. I asked if we couldn't go back to the tree so that we had more privacy.He agreed almost immediately.But the moment we got under the branches, out of eyesight, I chickened out. Realized that I had only asked for one fucking night. Now I wanted more. It was greedy of me. Especially considering it took us this long to get here. He had declined when we were in his mother's cottage. But accepted the night in the cave because I refused to let it go. The most likely thing that had happened was that he accepted his fate that night. Thought I would hound him continuously. And right then, sprawled in the road, he was just feeling sor
Kamari's Point of View My heart was beating out of my throat. Became a lumpy mass just below the crook of my chin. It was the sternness in his voice that did me in. That made my body seize up. Betray me by standing still almost immediately. It reminded me of someone. Someone I would much rather have forgotten. "Zayan, let me go." I pleaded softly and tried to move forward. But the arm he had around my waist wouldn't move an inch. I swallowed hard and tried again. To no avail. "Not until you listen. Until we... talk." He stammered on the last word, making me tilt my head to be able to look up at him. His brows were furrowed into a frown. I tried to move again and his grip tightened. I yelped. Stomped on his toes as hard as I could. It did the trick. Zayan groaned in reply and let go of me. Stumbling forward, I angled my body away from him. But my face toward him. "If you want to fucking talk, then let me go!" I screamed at him as I rounded to face him. He had his palms splayed
Kamari's Point of View We were walking in silence, guards trailing behind us. The blanket around my shoulders was softer than I had thought it would be. By a large margin. And Arik's company... "You were out on a run? You can't just leave without telling anyone, Kamari. Your father was worried again." He explained. His hands were tucked in behind his back as we walked. One of the guards had brought him a pair of trousers at least. This also meant that now my eyes could strain as much as they wanted. Which was a lot. His abs were rock solid. But when he thought I wasn't looking, he would relax them. Still toned. Not as defined but I would have gladly licked down them all the way to his- Fucking wolf. Fucking mating bond. This was the jackass that rejected me in front of the entire pack. The jackass that never even fucking apologized. "I worry him a lot, lately," I admitted and moved around an old rotting stump. Arik seemed to follow my lead. Moved around it in the same directi
Kamari's Point of View I watched as the sun crawled over the mountain. Inch by inch. My body was screaming at me to finally sleep. To succumb to the darkness. Yet when I tried it several hours ago, it refused. Kept throwing scenarios into my head. Made up stories that could possibly one day happen. But was still very unreal and so far into the future that I wasn't sure I would live long enough to see the day. Then came the awful memories of my past. The day I turned... Bitter. Hurtful. Now that I thought back on it, my mother wasn't the one to deliver the final verdict. That had fallen to my grandfather. Back then, he claimed it was on behalf of my mother. The old bastard never had a loving bone in his body. Was cold and callous. Barely regarded me, even before I showed them all my wolf's color. His disdain at my mother and father taking over was always made clear. The reason for handing over power? They now had an heir. And his health was declining. Simple enough solution. Bu
Kamari's Point of View The pack was exactly as I remembered it. Calm. Near silent. There was no one on the streets. No people jogging or even going in and out of shops. If you didn't look close enough, it would have looked more like a ghost town than anything else. But when you squinted just right, you could see them inside the buildings. Working. Busy. But the signs were the same. Not even a crumb of aging to the buildings. No peeling paint or cracked foundations. All of it was neatly trapped in time. Nine years prior. "This is where you grew up?" Nolan asked from the back seat. The packet of chips he had given me was now empty and discarded by my feet. My dad had nearly thrown a hissy fit because of it but left well enough alone. It was a fragile moment for the two of us. We were unsure what to expect. We hadn't called Rachel. Refused to. She would come up with some excuse to get out of the visit and neither of us wanted that. "Yeah," I replied, absentmindedly staring out the
Malakai's Point of ViewThree Years LaterWhen I got home from being kidnapped as a child, I knew I would never be able to have children. They had stolen that privilege from me. Snatched it away like thieves in the night.For many years I tried to make peace with it. Work through it.It always stung.Until I met my wife. Until I married her alongside two other men I now called my brothers.Finally, I was able to fit into my own skin. Accept that I might not have biological children of my own but I will have children.The first one took three years to make but it was well worth it. Seeing Kamari with her little belly around the house was always the highlight of my day. It made my world brighter. Shinier. I adored it.Every last drop was wonderful.All four of us lived happily within Jagged Rock. I managed my pack remotely, giving my father some control from time to time. Zayan did the same thing, only his father held almost no control and the old man was pissy about it.Nolan was offi
Malakai's Point of ViewTwo days. Two days and we would be married to the most wonderful woman on earth. Two days and she will become one of the strongest women in werewolf history.Not only did she have her own pack, she also had three mates. Three men that worshipped the ground she walked on. Loved every single aspect of her soul.This was the life I had chosen. The one I had always wanted. Needed.Now more than ever, I was thankful for this blessing. Thankful that Keanus was a pain in my asshole when it came to Kamari.I hated to admit it but the little bugged scored me the biggest prize of my life."Please tell me I'm not the only one that hasn't started on my vows," Zayan whined from his desk on the other side of the room.His hair stood in every direction thanks to his constant ruffling. He looked like a parrot that just took a bath. Every feather in every direction."I did mine last week. I wanted to focus on some other things for the wedding." Nolan offered up as he scanned t
Kamari's Point of ViewThree Months LaterWinter wasn't as bad in Jagged Rock as I remembered. Everything was dead, yes, but it wasn't as cold. Nor as wet. Not that I minded either. With three men sleeping in my bed at night, a girl got hot rather fast.I wasn't complaining. Neither were they.A brush with death made them all realize that I was the one. They were all adamant that this type of arrangement was fine. That they were fine. We bickered from time to time, as one would expect of engaged couples. they bickered all the time. As one would expect from three overgrown toddlers.But everything was right. All of it neatly in place."Hey, what are you doing out here? Do you want to catch a cold the week before your wedding?" My mother called from her cottage.Strange to think that she had changed as well. Handed over the reins to me the moment I was out and about again.According to her, I earned it and then some."Just getting some peace and quiet away from all the people," I call
Malakai's Point of ViewI had dozed off on the couch whilst Keanu carried on with his cartoons. The boy was a brimming ball of energy but soon enough, he had crawled into my arms. Settled in until he fell asleep as well.So, imagine our surprise when our mother came storming into the room. Her shrill voice all but screamed our eardrums out."Malakai! It's Kamari!" She repeated once she realized I was awake.At the mention of her name, I was up. Rushed to the other side of the room to where she stood. Her hand was barely out before I grabbed the phone. Pressed it so hard to my ear that i would have a headache an hour from now."Yes?""The doctor says she is waking up. How fast can you get here?" It was Nolan on the other end.His glee was nearly contagious. Brimmed with excitement. Joy. All of it bled into me. Drummed a steady beat into my step."Give me an hour and clear out the garden. I'm taking the chopper."***The pilot puked the minute we landed. With my flying, I understood wh
Nolan's Point of ViewIt was the perfect day for a funeral. Storm clouds brewed overhead. People were dressed in black. Wrapped in scarves and staring down into a dark pit.It was a miracle it wasn't raining. That the sky relented just for this one moment in time. To commemorate the fall of someone. The sky could mourn later. We wanted to mourn now. Was fully entitled to it, all things considered.Even mother nature had a heart, after all. Malakai had gone back home. Tail tucked between his. Back bowed. His people needed him now. Feared that the rebellion and troubles would spill into their territory. he had gone back to appease them. Put their minds at ease.Zayan was holed up in his room most days. Cried from time to time but always denied it.But I was left to run two packs for the time being. Rachel couldn't. Nor could Gaelan. The state they were in wouldn't allow for rational decision-making. The other alternative was me. The one person on this earth that wasn't born to do t
Kamari's Point of ViewHe was ripping at his hair. Cursing everyone and everything. Screaming. Crying. A grown man reduced to shambles right in front of me. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost but not entirely. "He's dead. He's dead. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He was unraveling before my eyes.Arik fired a shot. Another shot. Let the bullets pepper into the ceiling.I knew he was sick. Knew that he had surely gone mad when Eris also left him. That was no secret but I never imagined he would go this far. Deteriorate this much in such a short span of time."You killed him! You fucking did this! What did you think will happen? You ride off into the sunset a hero? As fucking if!" I screamed.Malakai braced himself. Crouched down enough that he could lung at him at any second without hesitation. But I was already on my feet. Touched Malakai gently.Even when Arik turned the gun on me, I carried on walking until he was right in front of me. Had the gun pressed between my ribs."I didn't... I did
Kamari's Point of View My blood ran cold at the sight of those guns aimed at them. No one from below could see the men. They were well hidden. A death trap for anyone below. This was the last piece of evidence I had need. The last straw that broke the camel's back. Shifting back, I didn't even bother with getting dressed. Rushed over to the crowd in a blur. Nolan and Malakai weren't far behind. Remained on my heels as I shoved myself through everyone. Arik noticed my scent then. His nostrils flared. Eyes narrowed in on the tightly packed crowd in front of him. "Arik!" I screeched and broke the front of the line. His eyes landed on me. Were two small slits compared to the rest of his face. Bags lined the bottom of them. Black, not blue. Hair seemed more undone than ever before. He wasn't tearing at the seams anymore. He had gone full-on mad. Pointing guns at his pack. Looking like utter hell. This was a madman. A tyrant about to lose control and he knew it. "Ah, the prodigal
Kamari's Point of View "There is no way in fucking hell that I am allowing you to go! Do you understand me, Kamari? Not a fucking chance!" My mother screamed at me from across the room. Her eyes were bulging out of her head. Veins popped out on her neck and forehead. But my mind was made up. Nolan, Malakai, and I were going to Crescent Shine tonight. Already had most of what we needed loaded into the car. If things went south, I instructed both of them to leave me there. To head back this side. They had a lot to lose and I wasn't willing to put their lives on the line. "My mind is made up and there is no going back. He crossed a fucking line! Bombed the school! Hurt Zayan! I need to do this!" I screeched back and flung my leather jacket over my shoulders. Another present from the man now laying in a hospital bed somewhere in this house. I couldn't bring myself to see him yet. Silently promised that I would come back, just to make sure he was fine. That he was alright. Thriving,
Malakai's Point of View We were all stationed at opposite ends of the school. Had our eyes peeled for anything that might look out of the ordinary. Even a car passing by one too many times would be reported. Nothing and no one came in or out. Until the explosion hit. It was on the side Zayan had been stationed at. Was ear-deafening, even from so far away. Shook the wind from my lungs. "No," I gasped and made my way through the school. All of the guards ran with me. Not a single one was spared as we traversed this foreign ground. It took us two minutes to get to the other end. To see the chaos in front of us. Body parts were strewn all along the path. Dust floated in the air above a crater in the ground. Another second passed as I mutely stood and took in the carnage in front of me. The vague smell of cooked pork drifted up my nose. Reminded me of the time I had tried to help someone trapped in a housefire. Then my mind jumped to Kamari. To her well-being and everythin