Trinity POV
My body aches, and my muscles burns, but I can’t give up yet.
The sound of paws pounding against the forest floor and chasing behind me propels me to keep pushing forward.
My mind is in a total chaos, trying to figure out what is going on and how things have gotten to this point, but I can’t think about it right now. The only thing I need to think about right now is how to get out of this mess, and fast.
My heart hammers against my chest, while the adrenaline pulses through my veins and keeps me moving forward.
With the sound of my attackers behind me and echoing in my ears, I dart over the top of a hill. A small sense of relief washes over me when a city comes into view. The distant lights twinkle as if they are signaling to me I’ll be safe there.
For the last countless hours, I’ve been so focused on trying to get away from these crazy people that I don’t even know which town this is, but that isn’t important. The city means there is more of a chance to hide and get away, hopefully still alive.
With the end finally in sight, my legs move faster, and I bolt forward. Once I reach the edge of the city, I zigzag through the streets, trying to stay in the shadows but moving fast enough to stay ahead of the angry mob behind me.
My only bright point in all of this is that I have managed to seriously injure several of the werewolves. I think they underestimated me. With alpha blood flowing through me, I’m naturally stronger and faster than a normal werewolf, even if I’m a girl. Being firstborn also helps.
If everything between Trent and I are the same, I would still be stronger and faster than my brother, simply because I’m firstborn.
The heavy steps behind slightly fade, but I don’t slow down. I have to find safety.
I cut around a corner, and my legs almost give out from under me, but I gather what remaining energy I have and push forward.
My vision blurs.
I shake my head and spot an alley up ahead.
I dash around the corner and dart into the alley. My legs again nearly give way, but I push myself forward, not wanting to collapse out in the open. I need a place to hide.
Several large dumpsters line up along the building.
My vision blurs again, and I stumble forward. Shaking my head, I try to clear my view, but it doesn’t change much. I can only make out the basic shapes of things, but none of the details.
With the last bit of energy I have, I jump behind the last dumpster and tuck myself back in the corner. My legs give way, and I fall to the dirty pavement. A foul smell hangs in the air and wraps around me.
My entire body aches and every muscle burns. Even my veins feel like they are on fire. Several sharp pains shoot through multiple spots on my body, while something warm runs down my side and along my face.
I hope I’m hidden well enough, so they won’t find me.
My head throbs, and I slowly lower it to the pavement.
For the first time in my life, fear engulfs me, and I silently pray to the moon goddess she will protect me. I’ve never left my fate in the hands of someone else, but there is nothing I can do now. I don’t think I can lift my head if I want to.
My thoughts go back to the attack.
There were so many, and it is like they knew where I would be, but how? That can’t be right.
Also, I’ve fought 10 werewolves before and hardly got injured, but this time, I could barely fight back against 6 or 7.
My head throbs harder as if my thinking is causing it.
My eye drifts around what I can see, but there is very little. Boxes, wrappers, and empty bottles are scattered around. None of it can help me if the people find me.
I let out a long sigh.
How did I get myself into this situation?
My eyelids grow heavy and almost shut before darkness engulfs me.
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Lance POV
“Guys, I need to step out for a moment.” I gulp down the last of my beer and stand up from the table. “Order me another one. I’ll be right back.”
I give the table full of friends a slight nod before turning and heading for the back door. My phone has been buzzing non-stop in my pocket for some time.
With each step I take away from my friends, my frustrations build.
Why can’t I be left alone?
My father has promised to leave me out of all the politics and let me live my life away from everything for a while. After a few years of me enjoying my youth, he can then call me back, and I’ll fulfill my role, but not before then.
I burst through the back door of the bar and yank the phone out of my pocket. “What do you want?”
My father’s coarse voice replies, “Is that the way you greet your father?”
I roll my eyes and kick an empty bottle down the alley. “It is how I greet you when you don’t follow your end of the deal. Now, what do you want?”
He clears his throat. “Things aren’t going so smoothly. A few werewolf packs are becoming unruly, and I…”
I shake my head as I snort. “No. You always have a werewolf pack or two causing problems. This isn’t anything new. I’m not stopping my life right now for that. Now, if we are going into some huge war between all the lycans and werewolves, I would listen, but not for this.”
I quickly end the call and kick another empty plastic bottle down the alley. It hits the back wall and ricochets back behind the dumpster, but there is no noise of it hitting the metal dumpster.
I stare at the dumpster.
Odd.
A faint scent, which I can’t place, tickles my nose.
I glance over my shoulder at the bar’s back door. Music spills out of it, along with the faint smell of alcohol.
My friends are inside, waiting for me.
The strange scent tickles my nose again and pulls my attention in the other direction.
What is it?
I turn my focus back towards the dumpsters and slowly make my way towards it.
The closer I get, the stronger the scent is. When I’m halfway there, my feet stop, and my eyes widen as I realize what I’m smelling. Blood.
I rush forward and around the side of the dumpster.
My feet come to a grinding halt when I spot a blonde wolf with brown tips covered from head to toe in blood.
What the heck?
A commotion behind me has me looking over my shoulder. When I spot a small group of wolves at the end of the alley, something inside of me wants to protect the injured wolf. I turn around and stand, making sure to hide the wolf.
I adjust my zipper and shake my leg. “Do you mind? Can I pee in peace?” I raise an eyebrow, and a smirk slides across my face. “Or are you one of those werewolves who gets a kick out of watching others take a piss?”
I fiddle with my zipper and act like I’m going to unzip it.
Lance POVAs soon as the werewolves leave and I’m sure the coast is clear, I spin around and scoop up the injured wolf in my arms and then race to my car as fast as I can while cradling the injured wolf to not injure it more. Along the way, I tell my friends through the mind-link that I have to go without providing them any details. I then block the link and speed back home and to the hospital.This is the first time in years that I’m going back home on my own, and I’m not being forced to go back by my father for something ‘important’. After I turned 18, I left and seldom came back. As I dart in and out of traffic, I let the doctor know I’m coming. When I round the corner and the hospital comes into view, the doctors and nurses are already waiting outside. I come to a screeching halt right in front of the staff. But before I can open my door, the staff rushes to the passenger’s side and gently pulls the injured wolf out. I bolt out of the vehicle. A surge of anxiety rushes th
Trinity POVWhere am I? Did I die? I look around, but I see nothing except darkness. There is no grass, dirt, or floor under me, but I don’t feel like I’m floating. I tilt my head and stomp my foot. My confusion continues when my foot hits something hard, but I can’t see whatever it is. I take a deep breath as questions swirls through my head. Wait. There is absolutely no scent or smell at all in the air either or a breeze. What is going on?Reluctantly, I take a small step forward, testing to make sure I won’t suddenly fall through the darkness. I breathe a small sigh of relief when again, my foot settles on something hard. But what is it? A flicker of light pulls my attention up and to the image in front of me. It is me in my wedding dress. The long flowing white satin fabric glistens under the lights at the church, while the soft fabric hugs my body and shows off my curves. I remember this. It has happened only a few hours earlier. That is if this is right after
Lance POV I stand in front of my father’s office door, but no matter how I try, I can’t bring myself to knock. Dread creeps over me, and I’m frozen on the spot. What does he want? I don’t fear anything but my father. He is the only person who has the power to defeat me, but his disappointing looks are what hurts me the most. I know he has wanted me to take over for him, but he has agreed to allow me to spend some time exploring the world on my own before I take the crown. A part of me hopes he will skip me and put my younger brother on the throne instead, but I wouldn’t be so lucky. An image of the injured blonde wolf flashes through my mind. I take a deep breath and raise my hand. Knock. Knock. My father’s curt voice bellows, “Come in. You have been waiting out there long enough.” Gulp. I can do this. Before I lose my courage, I walk into his office. “You called for me.” My father looks up from his desk and the various piles of papers scattered across it. H
Trinity POV A slight ache pulses down the middle of my head, but it isn’t anywhere close to the agonizing pain I was feeling earlier. I keep my eyes shut, hoping it will go away. To my frustrations, the slight ache continues. Tentatively, I open my eyes. I’m still in the same place as before. Where exactly is it? Why am I here? Am I stuck in some kind of limbo? Do I need to do something before I can go somewhere else? Questions continue to roll through my mind. My breath hitches. Where is my wolf? She hasn’t said anything or moved around. Where is she? I couldn’t have been injured so badly that my wolf retreated into the shadows. An alpha should always hear their wolf, no matter how injured you are. Fear washes over me. No. I can’t lose my wolf. That would be the end of me. A bright light flashes in front of me. I quickly squint and hold my hand out in front of my face, shielding myself. The light dims and another image, like before, appears in front of
Lance POV My heart races as the doctor pauses for a moment. “Maybe we should go into her room.” I nod and turn towards the end of the hall. My feet move a little faster than normal, but I fight against it and keep a steady pace alongside the doctor. Once inside the room, the doctor shuts the door. As soon as he turns towards me, I practically pounce on him. “What is it, doc? Did something bad happen, or is she not going to recover?” He shakes his head. “It isn’t anything like that. I think we’ve gotten her identity figured out. There were several posts online about a wedding happening over in New Moon pack with their first ever female alpha heir to a guy from Dark Moon pack. I can do some more digging, but since there are very few female alphas with this strong of alpha blood, I can assume this injured wolf is her.” I glance across the room at the hospital bed and the unconscious blonde wolf. “I would agree with you. Did you hear about anything or what happened?” “Sor
Lance POV Like I’ve been doing for the last few days, I march into the hospital and towards the private room. People scurry out of my way as my heavy footsteps echo through the halls. Just like every other time, the closer I get to Trinity’s room my frustrations and anger slowly melt away. I still can’t explain what is happening to me, but I know for sure I’m not liking it. My cold exterior is what I use to put fear into others. If I don’t have that, how can I rule as the king. A king should be feared by all. My father is. As I approach the nurse’s station, a young nurse dashes towards me. “Prince! Something has happened!” I immediately stop and whip my focus around towards her and bark, “What?” Fear flashes across her face, and she stumbles to a stop. Quickly, she lowers her head and soft mumbles, “She has shifted.” I shake my head. “What? Who has shifted?” My lip twitches up in irritation. Her hand trembles as she raises it up and points down the hall. “Trin…”
Lance POV This can’t be possible. I blink, but it doesn’t change. I run my bloody finger along the deep gouge on Trinity’s cheek and my chest tightens. My father steps closer to the bed and grunts, “What is it? Did something go wrong?” My eyes widen and drift over to him. The words to explain it run through my head, but when I open my mouth nothing comes out. They are stuck on the lump in my throat. I move my mouth, but still nothing comes out. Confusion flashes across my father’s face. His patience runs thin as he barks, “Tell me what is going on.” His command has me instinctively responding as I mumble, “It is gone.” His face scrunches up as he stares at me. “What is gone? I don’t understand.” He turns his attention back to Trinity and slaps my hand away from her, before sliding his thumb over the area where the deep cut had been. He instantly realizes what I’m referring to and snaps his eyes back up to me and gasps, “The cut. It is gone.” In a daze, I nod.
Trinity POV Warmth fills my throat and slowly radiates out. A man grunts, “How long do you think it will take?” Where is that voice coming from? Another man replies, “I don’t know. We will have to wait and see.” Wait and see what? As the warmth creeps across my body, all my aches slowly disappear. My eyes slowly flutter and open. The bright light instantly blinds me, and I quickly close them again. I breathe a small sigh of relief because I’m out of the crazy limbo place. Shuffling sounds around me pull my attention back to reality. I’m finally awake. I open my eyes again and find a godlike man with short brown hair and warm caramel brown eyes standing on one side of the bed. The gold flecks in his eyes sparkle and lure me to him. The warmth from earlier continues to spread through me, making the tips of my fingers and toes tingle. A gruff voice pulls me to the other side of the bed. “How do you feel?” The authority those few words hold puts me on edge and ma