Ariah’s POV The whole plan was already figured out even before nighttime came.There was just one thing left to do before James and it all depended on whether he loved his pack enough to care about me. I was so tense, what if he didn’t give a fuck if I died or not? That would collapse the whole plan and also my hopes of ever escaping from this sick hell hole he called a pack. “Your adventurous journey has made you do a lot of crazy stuff, Ariah,” Leia said, her tone carrying a hint of pride.I scoffed with a secret smile as I stood by the window, looking at the sunset while I waited for James's arrival. I never for once thought I would be so eager for him to come back to the same space. “Is that a compliment?” I asked with my chin raised.“Well…” I sensed hesitation in her reply. “You’ve come so far and I think I’m starting to fear for you, Ariah. It’s a strange ominous feeling about this particular escape.” She replied.“Don’t get all dramatic and motherly now, Leia,” I sai
Ariah’s POV “Psst!” Leia hissed into my ears repeatedly until I was jolted out of my sleep.I sat up and rubbed my eyes repeatedly, the light next to James’s desk was still on and my eyes widened then I turned sharply and stared at him. James had his face on a stack of papers with saliva oozing slightly out of the corner of his mouth. He snored heavily like a pig and I loved every second of this sight. The mighty James, so weak, so vulnerable. An image of me slashing his skull open with my claws flashed in my mind but Leia brushed it aside immediately. “Hey, Ariah! No violence unless it’s necessary.” She said quickly. “I hope you do realize that we’re talking about the person who brutally raped me twice?” I asked sarcastically. “That beast taught me a thing or two about violence,” I said spitefully as I stared at him with murderous hate. “This isn’t the right way,” Leia said and that took my mind off it completely.I rushed towards the window and peeped out of the blinds. It was
Ariah’s POVI was so shocked that I didn’t realize when the truck stopped moving.The people I saw in the back of the truck weren’t effigies, they were dolls or mannequins, those were real humans! Covered in dust and blood that I suspected to be their own. The worst part of it all was that they were all dead. “Prisoners,” Leia said to me in a choked, low voice. “Prisoners that died from too much torture and probably starvation.”I gasped with horror and that was when my senses tingled and I felt the presence of someone behind me. I turned and met the shocked face of a huge, angry man, it was the driver and the surprise in his eyes still revealed itself through his anger. “Who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you get into the truck?” He roared in a deep, intimidating voice.I stared at the dead bodies again and my heart broke as a wave of pity swept over me. I looked at the angry driver and said, “I’m just trying to get out, I don’t know how I found my way in here but I…I’m lo
Ethan’s POVMy wolf kept going crazy from time to time.Once it was on a certain night, I didn’t know what was going on but my wolf was moving like a mad dog within me. Although I knew that it had something to do with Ariah, I still tried to ignore it for most of the day. Lowell had walked in that day to meet me with a frown as I was drinking at the bar in the living room. “What’s the matter? Lady problems?” He asked with a hint of humor as he sat on a bar stool.“You got accurate enough for your first trial,” I replied and took another sip of the glass of wine I held. “Which of them?” He asked with a serious face.“Hmm…” I said and looked ahead without answering for a while. “You do realize that the pack would be in jeopardy if Ariah isn’t crowned queen, right?” I asked him suddenly.It was an unexpected question and it caught him off guard as his eyes widened, “Oh come on, Ethan, you know that’s not possible. Look at the pack, look at everyone! The Lycan community would never a
Ethan’s POV I turned slowly to Layla, she was breathing heavily through now as she stared fixedly at me. Her chest rose and fell like she was tensed. Lowell was stunned and the look of disbelief still hadn’t left his face, it was like she had just vomited the most vulgar thing from her mouth. “What did you say?” I asked slowly.“The girl you’re after, the girl you call your fucking mate is a bloody werewolf.” She replied huskily.The tension above the move could be cut with an executioner’s axe, I could hardly believe what she said. Layla was just being her usual cunning self, trying to mess everything up so that it would go in her favor. I shook my head and scoffed, “Nice try, Layla, but I don’t think you can fool me so easily,” I said spitefully. “You know that you’re on the verge of losing my attention so you say anything that comes to your vile tongue, be careful.” “The night of the last full moon, I saw the both of you in that wooden shack, I didn’t just want to sa
Ethan’s POV I turned sharply and listened with alert eyes and ears, waiting to hear the sound again but it didn’t come. Again that pain in my chest rocked me violently and I dropped to one knee, clutching my chest and groaning. “Ariah…where the hell are you?” I asked through clenched teeth.The next thing I heard was the sound of heavy footsteps and I got to both feet again and followed the sound. Then a very familiar scent that set my heart racing with fire came to my nostrils, it was Ariah’s scent. I could never mistake it. I followed the scent, past trees and a few bushes and I finally detected the harsh smell of blood. It was getting darker by the minute and that made it more difficult to make out where I was going. Then my eyes caught a body lying at the trunk of the tree, I slowly approached the tree and my eyes widened with both relief and panic. The lower half of what she wore was covered in blood, her beautiful face was pale. Her hands too were covered in dried blood
James’s POV "Wake up, come on, James, what the fuck has gotten into him?" I heard a distant voice ask, the words echoed in my head but I still couldn't understand what was going on. "What? Why are you looking at me? I don't sleep in the same room with him." Another voice replied. "Matter of fact, if we should be asking anyone, it should be the Ariah girl he kidnapped." "Kidnapped? You mean found?" The first voice said firmly. It was now that I realized who the second voice belonged to. Caleb scoffed, "Oh please, that's not how you find a girl and bring her back. He's kept her captive since he kidnapped her and now that he's all stoned out, she's no fucking where to be found." The glare of the morning sun danced upon my heavy eyelids and the scorching run was showering its fervor down on the Blue Moon pack. It was most unusual for me to still be in bed when the sun was already out and even more absurd that my whole body felt so stiff, it was like the worst hangover. T
Ariah’s POV I didn’t know where I was. There was a terrible ache ravaging through my head and it felt like I had a whole musical band, playing thrash up in my head. I groaned slightly as I forced open my heavy eyelids that had been shut for fuck knows how long. What was going on and where the hell was I? I wondered as I looked around the luxurious room. Some scenes flashed in my head, I remembered killing a man, and then I remembered killing another man, this one more vicious. The next scene that flashed saw me running through a thick forest, panting heavily as I rested on a tree. The next flash, I saw blood, my hands were covered with blood and my clothes were soaked in it too. Then, I remembered my vision becoming blurry and the forest getting darker by the second until it was completely a black abyss. I gasped and tried to sit up from the comfortable bed when I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I let out a sharp cry as a biting pain shot up my body when I tried to move ag