HUNTER’s POV
I stand atop the balcony of my late father’s packhouse overlooking our land. There is a gentle breeze that plays with my hair as I look at the world that lays before me. I lift a hand with an outstretched arm and curl my fingers in, seemingly swallowing the land whole. It is only a matter of time before I claim back what rightfully belongs to the Storm Riders pack. My pack.
My father, the late Alpha was one of the most powerful leaders of his time. He was ruthless and his name evoked fear throughout the land. If he asked you to down a bucket of shit, you would do it with a smile, otherwise, not only would you lose your head, your parents and children would lose theirs too and everyone else who is even remotely linked to your name would end up facing the guillotine. But my father never crossed a man, or in our case, a wolf that didn’t deserve it.
He played by the rules of the werewolf world. And because
ELENA’s POV I don’t think this is the Alpha’s room. It certainly doesn’t look like one. I had always imagined an Alpha’s room to be adorned with riches and opulence but this one is more like a holding cell of some sort. There is a lone window that has been heavily barred with timber planks leaving just enough space for you to peer out and catch a glimpse of the starry night, but not enough for you to stick a hand out to signal for help. Help. That is something I desperately need right now, but who would come? Who would step into this hellhole and free us all? No one. There will be no help. There is only one piece of furniture in this cold and unforgiving room. The four-poster bed, but it gives me no solace for I know the crimes that have been committed on these beautiful white linen. I can hear the ghostly echoes of the omegas who came here before me as their hopes and dreams were stripped away from them and thrown into an eternal abyss of da
HUNTER’s POVThe Blood Stone pack had always been a notorious one, but of late, with the Alpha King of the North dead, they have become even worse. In a desperate bid to claim the now vacant throne, Clyde has taken countless lives, many of those who were once near and dear to him. My father’s life included. That Alpha is crazy, left unchecked, he will lay waste to all the land.And I for sure will not stand by and let him unleash carnage over what does not belong to him. Father’s death at Clyde’s hand was a wake-up call to me. It is time to put an end to this chaos, once and for all.We leave our land and move under the cover of the night and a cool gust of wind caresses my skin as we finally reach our destination. Clyde’s packhouse looms over us as we crouch hidden in the tall grass. The place is dark, save for a few torched flames that Clyde’s men carry as they patrol the premises.Helios, who i
HUNTER’s POVQuietly I make my way down the long, dark and smokey hallway of the topmost floor. I know Clyde is nearby, I can smell the stench of his wolf even through the smoke. The guy needs a bath. And maybe a full-body scrub too.There are other scents too…Clyde is not alone. I draw my gun, time for a little game of cat and mouse.Two dark figures run across the hallway and I smile. I chase after the men who lurk in the shadows and realize that one of them is trying to corner me.Swiftly, my left foot lashes out and I catch one of the men in the centre of the breastbone. I hear his bones crack as he topples backwards onto the floor. He wheezes and gasps for air as blood drips from his mouth, he may be hurt but it is only a matter of time before his healing factor kicks in. I kneel beside him and gently pat on his head, ready to crack his head when amidst the smoke, another scent catches my attention.The scen
HUNTER’s POV“Doctor, how is she?” I ask the moment Doctor Olcan steps out from behind the dark mahogany door. Doctor Olcan is our pack doctor, he looks at me and pushes the round rimless glass up to the bridge of his crooked nose, silently shaking his wintry white head.I feel my gut clench. Why is he shaking his head?Behind the doctor, I see his nurse tucking in the girl under a thick white comforter. The rays of the breaking dawn stream into the room through the stained glass windows and cast a pale haunting glow on her. Believe me when I say she looks like a sleeping beauty. But I am no prince, and no amount of true love’s kiss can wake her up from the poison that Clyde cursed her with.“I’ve administered the antidote into her and treated her wounds. She’s lucky to still be alive,” the doctor says. The nurse steps out of the room but leaves the door ajar and my eyes linger on the
HUNTER’s POVIt is the second day and sleeping beauty has still not awaken. In fact, she has contracted a fever and that is never a good sign. It means her body is waging war against an infection, and it is a war I hope she will win. The pack doctor, Doctor Olcan came by again this morning but left saying the same thing, that he has administered the antidote and that it is up to her will to survive now.I sit in my favourite armchair by her bedside with hands clasped and elbows propped on my knees as I watch her. Her brows crease in her sleep and she murmurs incoherently. Is she having a nightmare?“What will it take to wake you up?” I ask.But of course, she does not answer. I lean forward and brush a strand of damp hair from her glistening forehead wondering when I will get to see those beautiful acorn eyes again.Liam comes into the room. Ever since he told me that this is the girl who graced Tim&rs
ELENA’s POVHunter? Storm Riders?I frown. Why does the name sound so familiar? This man, Hunter, releases his hold on me and allows me to take in my surroundings. Every move I make is painful, it is as if my body burns with invisible fire but I strain to move anyway.I am on a bed, a feathery comfy bed and there is a great wide window that has been opened to let in the gentle sunlight. The room is magnificently huge, bigger than my family house even, and every piece of furniture that inhabits this mahogany themed room oozes style and quality. My eyes return from the ogling of the room and I look down at my body only to realize that I am wearing a clean white cotton dress.From the corner of my eye, I notice a movement and my head jerks back up to see a big, tall man with light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and recognition flashes across my face.“You…” I whisper, ignoring the scratchy dryness
ELENA’s POVI am in the backseat of a luxurious sedan. The seats are black and leathered and the interiors are immaculately spotless; there is air conditioning and a heating system too. I have never been in a sedan before. Father and I used to dream about sitting in a car such as this; we would sit on a grassy spot under a shady tree at the top of the hill at our little village and he would tell me stories of the great vehicles that only the rich rich and powerful possessed, and I would often wonder what it would feel like to be in one.Now I know. It feels like death.There is no joy in being enveloped by such luxury and as the car gently hums along the rocky road that leads up a winding hill, I lean my weary head against the tinted window sill, not particularly focusing on anything that whizzes by the window.I look, but I do not see. I breathe, but I am smothered. I touch, but I cannot feel. I cannot do anything. I cannot e
HUNTER’s POV I look at the girl with my arms folded across my chest. Elena, that is her name. Omegas like her are supposed to be frail and fleeting, but like her name which means ‘the light of the sun’, I see an unyielding fire burning behind her ocean blue eyes and because of this, I know that she is no ordinary omega. This girl is a fighter and no one on the face of the earth will be able to stand in her way until she sees justice served. So how can I reject her plea? How can I deny her the vengeance she so desperately seeks? How can I tell her that once you join the pack, you will forever be bonded to it for life? That there is no escaping the life of the damned once you take the sacred vow? The life of the Storm Riders pack is a dark and treacherous one; one wrong move and it can cost you everything. Everything. I once so desperately tried to run away from all this. I once tried to relinquish my role as the next Alpha in line but y
ELENA’s POVI creep silently to the door. Freya has back facing me and my blade over her head. The situation is desperate. Fear seeps into me as I stare at the dire situation in front of me. Hunter has fallen on the ground and he stares at Freya in confusion. It is still my face he sees.Time is not on my side. With just one stab, Freya can kill Hunter. I curse myself for having fallen for Freya’s trick earlier, if only I can shift right now!“Remember this moment Alpha Hunter.” I hear Freya say and she moves to bring down her blade.It is time to rise to the challenge. I lunge forward, effectively catching Freya by the waist and we both tumble to the side.“Freya, no!” I yell, holding tightly onto her. She screams in anger, turns around and we come face to face.I gasp.Her face is melting, her skin is peeling off and blood drips from the raw skin underneath. I am staring into a nightmare.
HUNTER’s POVElena does not talk as she stays in my arms and I have to wonder why.She pulls back from our embrace with a smile still etched on her face and I palm her cheeks, looking into her eyes, searching for an answer. But when I stare into the windows of her soul, I see nothing. I see only coldness in her sea-blue eyes. There is a tinge of fear too.Something is not right.“Is something the matter?” I ask her. I am concerned about her, she has had a lot on her mind of late. Especially now that Freya is back.Her blue eyes do not blink and her smile does not change. She merely shakes her head and pulls my hands away, motioning towards the bow tie that lays innocently on the bed.I notice that her nails are long. That’s odd, I don’t recall ever seeing Elena having long nails like these before. She usually keeps her nails trimmed and neat.“Are you going to choke me with th
HUNTER’s POVMOMENTS BEFORE FREYA ENTERSI stand in front of my mirror and adjust my bow tie for the umpteenth time only to flood the whole of the guestroom with a chorus of foul four-letter words.I tug violently at my tie and throw it on the bed, wondering why anyone has to dress up for the coronation. We’re werewolves for goodness sakes, not some high strung politicians who prance around in suits and do nothing but talk and play golf all day long.Conner gingerly picks up my tie and passes it back to me. I grunt and grab it from his hand, trying and failing at fixing the bow tie yet again. It sucks that I suck. And I never suck. “Maybe you should get Elena to help,” Conner suggests.It is a brilliant idea. The boy is a genius.“Go get her.”Conner smiles cheekily at me. “Should I ask everyone else to stay away from the guest room u
FREYA’s POVThe transformation is complete. I stare at my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table only to see Elena’s face looking right back at me.I blink, so does the girl in the mirror. Then I smile, and she follows suit. The glowing liquid worked, I look exactly like my sister. And by wearing her clothes and carrying her scent, I might just be able to trick Hunter into thinking that I truly am Elena.I cannot wait to see the look on his face when his ‘dearly beloved’ stabs him in the heart. The thought of plunging a knife deep into his chest sends me into a peal of laughter.Wait.I quickly cover my mouth even as the real Elena stares at me through her bloodshot eyes. I may look like Elena, but I certainly do not sound anything like her.Hmm, interesting. The liquid only works on physical features.But it doesn’t matter. I take Elena's comb and run it through my hair bef
ELENA’s POV“Freya, it’s time to end this insanity, once and for all.”I stand up and turn to face Freya with my hand still clamping onto her wrist. She goes completely still, just like how she used to whenever she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar as a child. For a moment, uncertainty and fear crack her face.“You knew?” she asks, her voice wavering.I take no pride in this moment. And when I speak next, there is pain in my voice; pain that mirrors how my heart feels right now.“You don’t have to do this Freya. You can still have your old life back. You have mother, Dylan and me. We love you. I love you.”She blinks and I sense a remnant of the old Freya existing deep inside the woman who stands before me. I look at the needle in her hand and she notes my gaze.“It’s poisoned,” she says flatly.I shake my head. “Freya,
FREYA’s POVElena steps into her airy and spacious bedroom and I follow suit, quietly closing the door behind me and locking it. She turns around at the sound of the lock clicking and blinks her doe-like eyes at me. I hate it when she looks at me like that, she’s making me feel she is the innocent princess in a fairy tale and I, the evil witch or something.My lips pull into a smile and I walk over to her, taking her hands in mine.“We don’t want any interruptions when we doll you up, do we?”Elena giggles and shakes her head. So gullible, so dumb.I lead her to the bed like a lamb going for slaughter and make her sit on it. Then I walk over to her wardrobe and pull open its doors to reveal a limited selection of t-shirts, blouses or jeans.Her choice of clothing is appalling; my sister does not dress up, nor does she primp herself. It’s hard to imagine how Hunter fell for her in the
ELENA’s POVThe day has finally come. Starting today, Hunter will no longer be just an Alpha of the Storm Riders pack, from today onwards, he will be king above all packs and rule throughout the lands of the northern region.It feels all so surreal and I have to pinch myself just to make sure that I am not dreaming. I remember being so excited that I could not sleep at all last night, tossing and turning in bed until the crack of dawn. And because of the lack of sleep, I feel like a zombie right now. A thrilled one nonetheless.This morning, the packhouse is abuzz with excitement. Everyone is busy preparing for Hunter's coronation. Helios is especially proud and he oversees the preparations like a nervous father awaiting his son’s graduation.I see him now as I descend the spiral staircase. He is barking orders to Conner and a few other pack members. Even Happy John has come over to help out.“Careful with t
ELENA’s POVI find Hunter later that night, strolling along the fields where we once practised our shooting for the trial. It was here that he trained me to become the marksman that I am today.Here, I am reminded of how he held me in his arms on this very field, steadying my then trembling hands and teaching me to look past the pain and to just focus on the target at hand. I look at him and my lips curve up into a smile, I would not be who I am today if it were not for Hunter.I owe this man my life. He is the light of my life, the reason I live and breathe.But tonight, his scent is grave and thoughtful and I walk by his side without speaking as he strolls with both hands clasped behind his back. It is a clear night and the stars shine bright above our heads without twinkling.“How’s Freya?” he finally asks after what feels like an eternity of silence.I kneel by the side of a little pond next to the field
ELENA’s POV“Hello, Elena.”It is Freya. She stands at the doorway to the packhouse. Her hair which is usually never out of place is a mess and muddied locks cover one side of her eye. Her face is soiled and her once beautiful blue dress, torn and tattered.Nevertheless, she smiles when she sees me. I suck in a deep breath and fist my fingers so hard my nails create indents in my palms.“Freya.”The conversation with Hunter is still very fresh in my mind. My sister tried to kill him. And now she is back.“I thought I asked for you to leave and never come back,” Hunter’s voice calls out from the foyer. He strides over to where I stand and links his hand with mine, intertwining our fingers together.Freya gulps and tugs at her dress. Lowering her head, she whispers, “Please, forgive me for my insolence Alpha. I – I do not know what came over me to have done what