EREBUS A knock on my door wakes me up. “Go away,” I yell pulling the covers over my head. Instead of going away the knocking gets louder, until whoever it is walks in without permission. Assuming that it is my brother or my mother, I just growl loudly hoping they leave. The blankets are roughly pulled off my body and faster than they can think, I grab them around the throat and slam them up against the wall. My Beta, Boris raises his hands in defeat. “It’s just me,” he gasps as my hand still remains tightened around his neck. Dropping him to the ground, I pace back to my bed and drop down on the mattress. “Why are you here so early on a Sunday?” “You are the one that called me on a Saturday night,” he reminds me. Propping myself up on my elbows, I shrug my shoulders. “What did you find out then?” Sitting himself down on chair in front of my fireplace he pulls out a file from his jacket. “Walter Nash, 79 years old. Ex Hunter. Stopped hunting about ten years ago.
EREBUSStanding on the front porch of the small cabin I absentmindedly wipe my hands on my pants. I have never had sweaty palms in my whole life and here I am standing in front of a cabin that is no more than a shack sweating my balls off. Raising my hand to knock on the door it flies open before I get the chance. An elderly, but large man is standing in the doorway with a very large shotgun pointed at my head. Instinctively I growl loudly and the sound echoes off the trees surrounding the forest. The man enveloping the doorway does not flinch against my anger, he only cocks the shotgun in response. Only a hunter would be brave enough to stand against me. “Walter Nash, I assume?” I cannot suppress the smirk that crosses my lips as the man tightens his arms around the gun. “You look just like your father,” he grunts not lowering the gun. A tiny woman runs to the door and shoves Walter to the side pushing the gun away from my face. A shot rings out just above my head an
ELLA“If you think we are done talking about last night you are mistaken,” I yell after his disappearing form. If he thinks I am going to be so forgiving he has lost his mind. Still, I run my thumb over my lips that are still tingling from the kiss. In this moment I know that no matter what my mind says, I am a goner. No matter where I go or how much I try to fight it, I will come back to him. I want Erebus Lyall, the fucking Lycan King. “Shit,” I say, growling loudly in the night not wanting to admit the truth to myself yet. Gramps’s voice rings through the night, “language, Young Lady.”Turning on my heels, I stare at him through the darkness. “Oh you haven’t heard any language yet.” Stomping into the cabin I glare at them both. “Both of you will tell me the truth… now.”Grandma Grace stands to object, but Gramps places his hand on her head and pushes her back down in her seat. “It is time she knows,” he grunts as he leans against the fireplace.“Ten years ago witch came
ELLA Stepping into Alec’s apartment a small wave of panic rushes over me. It is a small studio with only a kitchenette and a small bathroom that is only blocked off by a single wall. There isn’t much in the way of furniture. Just a queen-sized bed with a mattress that looks to be about thirty years old and a small table with a single chair. Despite the condition of the furniture, the apartment is surprisingly neat and tidy. “I shouldn’t have called you,” I say as I glance around the apartment one more time. “I will be a burden.” Turning I try to make my way to the door to leave, but Alec grabs me by the arm and pulls me back. I slam into his chest and a wave of embarrassment rushes to my cheeks. Dropping my arm, Alec takes several steps back from me and scratches the back of his neck nervously. “You won’t be a burden,” he says but he refuses to meet my gaze. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” Smacking him on the shoulder, he gives me a fake grimace like he is hurt. “You will
EREBUS Laying on my back in my bed I look up at the ceiling and cannot help but smile thinking about the Little Vixen that is my mate. She is not what I expected my mate to be. Growing up I had dreamt of the mate bond, prayed for it even. I knew that my mate would be strong, confident, caring, and above a lady that would set a fine example for my kingdom. My Little Vixen is a lot of those things, but she is most certainly not a lady, or does not appear to be one on the outside. Tattoos of strange symbols cover her arms and back. Her long black hair is striped with different bright colors daily. Ella has no issues showing a little bit of skin and wearing tight clothing, showing off her voluptuous curves. She is not what I expected but deep down I know she is exactly what I need. My life has not been carefree since... ever. Always being in the public eye, heir to the Lycan throne, I had to be on my best behavior. Sure I have taken many women into my bed over the years, but
ELLAI cannot help but feel a since of sadness as I leave Alec's apartment. I just lost the first friend I made here in Colorado, and it was all my fault. I wanted to hurt Erebus like he hurt me, I am an awful person for using Alec the way I did. “You are literally the worst,” Lily growls at me.Wrapping my coat around myself I shiver against the night air that is chilling me to the bone. Looking up into the sky I watch the big snowflakes fall from the dark sky like stars falling from the night. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I walk down the dark empty streets in the direction of the Wolf's Den Bar. "Hey pretty lady," a growl comes from behind me as I make my way up the street. Keeping my head down, I try to ignore the footsteps that are quickly approaching me from behind. "Hey!" The voice growls again. "I am talking to you.""Not interested buddy," I say over my shoulder, and I get a good look at the man coming up from behind me. His scent hits my nose and I spit out the
ELLA The sound of snow crunching outside of the shed catches my attention. Quietly I move one of the tables up against the shed doors and I slip back into the darkness. Someone pushes against the doors of the shed with a grunt and the table inches away from the door slightly. Backing up farther, my back hits one of the tables and I instinctively duck under and pull the sheet down over the top. I hear the table scratch against the floor once more and I hold my breath, trying not to make any noise. A sudden gust of wind circles the shed, ripping it apart piece by piece. The witches have found me, and I am defenseless. Gripping onto one of the legs of the table that I am under, I try to keep it anchored to the ground with my weight. The circling wind becomes stronger with each pass that it makes. The table that I am hiding under is rocking above me and my grip is becoming loose. The wind stops circling, and everything comes crashing to the ground around me. Raising m
ELLA The sweet smell of honeysuckle fills my senses and I groan deeply before I open my eyes. “This place smells like my Dark God,” I moan as I try to turn over and burry my head in the pillow beside me, but something pulls against my arm. I snap to reality and my eyes fly open to see a pair of odd eyes filled with amusement looking down at me. I try to cover my head with the dark red comforter that is covering me, but my body is struggling to move. “Dark God huh?” Erebus looks at me in amusement as he leans back against his pillow. Once again I try to sit up, but my body is fighting against me. “What happened?” I whimper, choosing to ignore the fact that he heard my nickname for him. “Where am I?” “You picked a fight with an air witch,” Erebus laughs. Panic rushes through me and I jerk upright in the bed. My head begins pounding in pain but there is no time for pain right now. Looking around the darkened room everything is decorated with dark wood and deep reds. The ro
ELLA Laying in the hospital bed I hold two tiny babies to my chest and watch their chests rise and fall with each breath that they take. Faris was born first, he came into the world screaming with his eyes wide open. One blue and one green, just like his father. Keena came quickly after her brother, not wanting to be left behind. She has a full head of dark hair and greenish blue eyes. Keena is much smaller than her brother, but we knew that would probably be the case. Faris’s scent of cedar is already strong indicating that he will probably have a wolf or a lycan. Keena on the other hand, her scent of roses is barely distinguishable next to Faris. I tried not to cry when the doctors told us not to get our hopes up that she would have a wolf or a lycan because the odds are low. Still as I stare down at them tears prickle at the corners of my eyes. Tears of both happiness that they are here and healthy but sadness because we do not know what the future will hold. Looking o
ELLA*Four Months Later* The warm summer air hits my round face as soon as I open the door of Emmett’s Jeep. I try to peer down over my large stomach to see the ground before I roll out of the vehicle, but all I can see is the bright pink shirt that covers my pregnant belly. “Emmett,” I yell knowing that I will need help maneuvering myself out of the Jeep. “Right here, Luna,” he says as he offers me his hand. I scoot to the edge of the seat and slowly lower myself to the ground. I can see Emmett smirking out of the corner of my eyes and I turn my head to give him a sharp glare. My bare feet hit the soft grass outside of the cabin and I wiggle my toes against the wet dew that had settled on the blades over night. “Ella… Luna…” Emmett corrects himself. “Where are your shoes?” He asks me with an air of frustration in his voice. “In your Jeep,” I say with a smirk on my face. “I meant why aren’t they on your feet?” He groans as he heads back to the Jeep to grab my shoes
ELLA*Two months later* The paper hospital gown itches and crinkles against my skin as I fidget in my seat. No matter how I turn my body I cannot seem to get comfortable. Anxiety pulses through my chest as I wait for the doctor to come in. Erebus, on the other hand, is sitting calmly off to the side flipping through the pages of a pregnancy book. “You aren’t nervous at all?” I growl at his relaxed demeaner. Erebus shrugs his shoulders and continues to flip through the pages of the book in front of him. “You are getting bigger by the day and we both have felt it kick. What is there to be nervous over?” “The fact that it could be human for one…” I pause as I realize what he just said. “What do you mean I am getting bigger by the day?” I can’t help the anger that is rising in my voice. “You can’t possibly be angry with me for saying that you are getting bigger,” Erebus pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You are pregnant. You are supposed to get bigger.” “But
ELLA Erebus swings the door heavy door to the dungeons open and the smell of mold and urine hangs heavy in the air. Murmurs of chanting fill my ears as I descend down the stairs, but it abruptly stops when I reach the bottom. Giving my eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light I look at the cells that line the walls. Almost everyone one of them is full. During the battle I had only noticed the seven witches on the council, but it appears that there were many more fighting on their side. As I reach the first cell I frown at the sight that is before me. A young woman with jet black hair is crouched on the ground like a caged animal ready to attack at any moment. Her body shakes with fear as I look down on her. I try to remember what Grace and Sister Jasper both said, to look with my heart. Closing my eyes I let out a deep breath clearing my mind. We I reopen my eyes the young woman is staring at me curiously. A bright blue aura surrounds her body. I attempt to look into he
ELLA After the battle the wind no longer blows in strongly from the North. The Sisters of Wisdom have been put in chains and led off to the cells below the Royal Mansion in Lycan City. I watch silently as the those that are injured are helped to their feet. There is no line between lycan and hunter at this moment. Everyone is on the same team. “You did an impossible thing tonight.” Someone says as they silently approach me from the side. I turn and see Sister Jasper watching as a lycan carries an injured hunter through the woods back to hospital in Lycan City. “What was that?” I ask not taking my eyes off of my warriors. “You brought together two enemies to fight for the future of all of our kind,” Sister Jasper says, and I cannot help but notice how her eyes flicker to the amulet that now sits in the hollow of my neck. “The Sisters of Wisdom did not give us much of a choice,” I say in no more than a whisper.“The lives that they took from us can never be replaced.” I r
ELLA Everyone watches in silent reverie as Grace’s ashes dance on the wind as they climb higher and higher into the sky. It is as if they are jumping from one cloud to the other as she makes her way up to the heavens above. It would have been a beautiful sight if I was not so damn sad. Looking down to my left I see that Lilith is nothing more than ash now as well. I resist the urge to kick her ashes into the mud and snow. Walter grabs ahold of my shoulders and pulls me away from what remains of Lilith’s body. “She would want to be with her,” he mumbles. “That’s what Grace would have wanted,” he clears his throat as he speaks trying to hide the sobs that threaten to escape him. I look up into his brown eyes that are filled with tears, and I know that he is right. Grace and Lilith spent centuries at each other’s sides. Puckering my lips once again I blow a gentle breeze over the ashes that were once Lilith and send them into the heavens so she can be with Grace. Huge tear
ELLA A blistering cold wind blows in from the North as we approach the outskirts of Lycan City. Wrapping my coat tightly around my ever growing belly I try to maintain some type of warmth on this cold night. All I can think about as we approach the Wolf’s Den is the defeated look on Grace’s face as I stared at her through Lilith’s eyes. Off in the distance I can see a cloaked figure waiting in the darkness and I know that she is waiting for me. Holding up my hands, I gesture for those that are walking behind me to stop but none of them do. Taking a deep sigh I place a barrier between the cloaked figure and the group of hunters and lycan warriors. Stepping through the barrier I turn back to Erebus who is banging against the invisible barrier trying to break through. “Let me through, Ella,” he yells threatening. “No,” I say in no more than a whisper. “This fight is mine and mine alone.” “You cannot win this alone,” Erebus’s voice sounds panicked as he and the hunters and t
ELLA The pages of the spell book glitter and shine as I flip through them like they have never done before. Gently I turn the pages one by one, mumbling the names of the spells as I pass them by. “Summoning Spell… Tracking Spell…” The symbols on the page morph and transform into readable words before my eyes. Running my fingers over the page a long, thin, blonde strand of hair catches under my fingers. Between my forefinger and my thumb I grasp ahold of the strand of hair and hold it up to the light. The blonde shimmers slightly in the dim light of the library. I have only seen hair this color twice before. “Please belong to Lilith,” I mumble to myself. Just then a knock on the wall behind me startles me. I quickly place the hair back between the pages of the book and slam the cover shut. “What was that?” Erebus asks curiously as he lays his head on my shoulder and wraps his arms around my waist. I sigh to myself before I answer. “It is a strand of hair that I found o
ELLA The tension in the room is so thick that it could be cut with a knife. The Hunter’s Clan sits on one side of the room glaring at the Lycan Royal Guard that is sitting on the other side. Erebus, Walter, Lucian, Emmett, and I all sit in the center of the room, none of us knowing who should speak first. Finally one of the hunters clears his throat and stands up from the corner of the room. “Are we all just going to sit around and stare at one another or are we going to talk about the problem with this witch coven?” His voice quivers as he speaks, and his hands are clinched at his sides to keep him from shaking. Erebus nods at the hunter who quickly takes his seat. “He is right,” Erebus says a little too loudly. “The Sisters of Wisdom have gone too far attacking innocent werewolves and lycans.” Erebus begins to explain. “They need to be stopped.” “It isn’t just your kind that is being attacked,” one of the other hunters stands up. He is a large burly man with a long bea