DELLA"How did you get that scar? If you don't mind me asking."Damien and I were sitting in the darkness of the library after spending the day reading through most of his great grandfather's book, describing a great tale of love and war and everything else in between.Some parts of it made me tear up. I had a great affection for stories especially love stories where the characters struggled to be together."It's actually not from any heroic tale if you were thinking that," Damien said laughing. "It was very stupid. My sister and I were going for the same kill and she clawed me in the face so that she could get to the kill first. It took me days to recover.""What happened to you sister?" I asked.Damien shrugged and closed the book, before placing it on the wooden desk. "She left to go be on her own. She didn't want to be a part of this world any longer because she couldn't stand the wars and fighting. I would do anything to see her now. It's been years since
DELLAI poked at my plate of eggs and bacon. It was dark. Only streaks of orange had now painted the sky's dark purple background. I hadn't been feeling very good since I left Hunt and I couldn't ignore the way my heart grew sore each time I thought of him.I kept on replaying our last conversation over and over in my head. There was both a mixture of fear and anger in his eyes. I only chose to see it as anger then, but it was fear too. And sitting here now poking through my breakfast made me realize that he still did care even though his words cut right through me. He was scared. I was scared. Scared of what me being a hybrid meant.Hunt was simply mad at the fact that I was with a bunch of rogue werewolves and that I had accepted their help over his. There was nothing he could do for me or for the baby I was carrying. These werewolves, whether rogue or not, knew what I was and I needed answers.I was tired of going through everything blindly. The least Hunt co
DELLAI woke up by instinct the second I had heard the loud crash. My head was heavy and pounding with an oncoming headache.Climbing out of the bed, I padded across the room barefoot and opened the door slightly. I could hear two people arguing downstairs in hushed voices. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what they were saying."She should be in deep sleep now. I gave her the tonic that you gave me." That was Sam speaking."We need to get her tied up and then start the sacrifice. She bought into our lies," Damien said.My heart started pounding in my chest. They were talking about me. What the hell was going on?Whatever it was I didn't want to stick around and find out. Hunt was right all along. But how the hell was I supposed to do anything when I was being given the cold shoulder? He didn't want to have anything to do with me when I left.Breathing in deeply, I slipped out of my room and closed the door behind me once again. I moved in the shadows,
DELLA"Della, are you with me?"I cracked my eyes open slightly to see a blurry version of Lilith hovering above me."The baby?" I asked because the only thing I could remember right now was that I was drenched in blood."Don't worry about that," she forces her lips into an assuring smile.As Lilith moved away, Hunt came above me, his chiselled, flushed face was twisted with worry and desperation. A sheen of sweat dotted his forehead."One more hour to go until the transfusion is over," Lilith said in the distance."What?" I tried to lift myself, but Hunt pushed me gently back down on the soft couch I was laying on. "What transfusion?"Hunt lifted his t-shirt and I saw two thin plastic tubes stuck into his chest with dark red blood travelling through them."We're being bonded," he said, steadying his gaze on me.I moved my hand to my chest and felt the same cord connected to my chest."What does that mean?" I managed to ask him, but before he cou
DELLAI sat on a large boulder, staring out at the hot spring Hunt I first swam in when I first joined the pack. It was before everything became so complicated. I wanted to fill the hollow space in me, but I didn't know how to. I tried not to feel upset about the child, but how could I not? It was something that Hunt and I had made together. I felt like if I had the child it would bring us even closer.Well, we were closer now because of our bond. Hunt shared his blood with me and lots of it. He gave me a part of himself to save me and I would forever be in debt to him.I couldn't stop thinking about him. He left early with Kyler and Aurelia probably to track Damien down.I haven't seen him since I came out of that drowsy haze during the early parts of this morning. All I wanted to do was head back to his back and lie in his bed with him and have his arms wrapped around my body, offering the warmth and connection I desperately sought. I thought the connection be
DELLAI sat curled up on the couch in front of the blazing flames in the hearth, sneaking glances at Hunt as he spoke with Ky in the kitchen. After spending all afternoon with Faye and discussing her magical gifts, I returned to Hunt's cabin to find he had returned. But he'd been talking to Ky for more than an hour as I nervously chewed a fingernail and then I plaited my hair, and undid it, before eventually just leaving it as a messy bun on the top of my head.I was more than determined to make the most out of my first evening with Hunt. The only time I remembered spending with him these last few days was when I was in Lilith's cabin riddled with fever, the knots in my stomach twisted with an unnatural pain. But in all of that darkness, I remembered Hunt. His beautifully sculpted face, the way his thick eyebrows drew together with fear and the tears in his glowing green eyes. His lips moved then too even though I could barely hear the words. But I made out his words. D
HUNT"What does Michael want?" Ky asked, standing behind me as I read over the letter summoning my entire pack to join the royal pain in the ass for a week. Specifically, because Michael Whitlock, my cousin, thinks some pack Alpha's are out of line. And to be even clearer on the matter, he thinks I'm using my Alpha status to belittle others.This is why I haven't spoken with that dumb—I scrunch the letter in my fist and fling it across the room, not really caring where it landed.Every pack living in and around Devil's Peak was entitled to an Alpha, but we also had a social circle of elite fucking werewolves that pretended to be our very own version of the British Royal family. Introducing my cousin, Michael, who was no older than I was when my father and his brother decided to make him overall crown Alpha of the surrounding packs.It was the fact that my authority had been questioned that pissed me off so fucking much. "To be a thorn in my side for th
HUNTThe cabin hadn't changed much in all these years. It once belonged to my father and that was before Michael had been chosen to take over as King Alpha. It was more of a royal-up-your-ass kind of title more than anything. I hadn't seen this place in more than five years. Not that I wanted to see it now either. It just brought back horrible memories of my father and the days he treated me like I was an outsider instead of his own son. It's one of the reasons I wouldn't want to have a son. I couldn't imagine subjecting him to a life he didn't want and I couldn't imagine myself turning into my father. I already adopted so many of his ruthless ways, I don't think having a son would be good for me. I'd just mess him up the way my father ruined me and my life."You came!"I turned around to see Michael standing in the doorway of the office that once belonged to my father."Yeah," I muttered. "I guess we did. What exactly were we summoned for, Micahel?"He stepped inside, hands behind his