My name is Willow. My birth parents gave me up as an infant and I was raised among the humans until I shifted for the first time. I took off to protect the family that raised me for their protection, and I have been searching for my family ever since. I now run a private detective agency out of my best friend Pete's dojo. While I was meeting an informant with information, I was attacked by a vampire and was left with no choice but to flee with Pete to join a pack with an Alpha whose reputation for cruelty and murder make me second guess my security. Ronan keeps insisting that I am his mate, regardless of my denial. I have one, no two objectives to accomplish in my life and I will not let anything get in my way, not even my mate. Determined to help me find my family, so he can claim me as his mate, Ronan and his pack help me uncover the twisted history of my bloodline, and the closer we get to the truth, the more danger we find ourselves in.
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I grab my keys from my desk, shove them into the pocket of my jeans and make my way to the door. My office is small and hidden in the back of Pete's Dojo. It's not the typical location for a Private Detective, but it is perfect for someone who tracks the creatures of the night. No one expects a Private Detective to run an office out of a dojo.
I was lucky to land this office. Pete is a very good friend of mine, and he has trained me to fight after hours. Training like ours cannot be done during normal business hours. I'm a Werewolf and Pete; well, he is too. Two creatures alike, hiding who they are in a city full of our enemies and humans.
Pete has been helping me dig into my ancestry to see if I have any family out there. I was raised as a baby by a human family who knew nothing of my past or my lineage. They still have no clue to this day that I am a werewolf. My first shift occurred on my sixteenth birthday, and I knew I would never be able to tell them about me. Hell, I didn't even know about me until the onset of excruciating pain from the breaking and shifting of my bones. I don't know how my parents ended up with me or if I still have any blood relatives. That is what lead me to Andre.
Andre was first introduced to me by Pete. He's a Vampire and our enemy by the laws of nature. Andre said he could gather some information that might help me locate my family, if I have any family left. I had just hung up the phone with him. We are meeting downtown for him to hand over what he found. According to him, what he found is "Groundbreaking," his words not mine.
I grab my leather coat from the hook on the wall, padlock the door to my office, and make my way to the exit, passing Pete along the way.
"See ya Pete. I'm on my way to meet Andre," I wave.
"You sure you wanna go alone? I don't know Andre enough to trust him like that," he asks with genuine concern.
"I'll be okay. Besides, you have a class starting soon. I'll call you when we are done so you know I am okay."
He frowns, "I don't like this, Willow. Something just feels off about this whole thing."
I walk over and hug my friend, "It will be okay Pete. I have been trained by the best."
The truth is, I understand Pete's apprehension, but I didn't get any strange vibes from Andre and right now he is the only lead I have in finding out where and from whom I came. To me there is no other choice.
I release Pete from my hug. "I love you, my friend. I will see you soon."
"Be careful.'
"I will," I reply as I exit the front door of the dojo.
Pete's warning replays in my mind like a repeating record. Now that I think about it, the place Andre wants to meet is a little strange. Surely, he could tell me what he needs to in a public venue without us being overheard instead, of an abandoned spice mill on the outskirts of the city.
I pull my leather coat tighter and head for my truck. My old truck is nothing to brag about but my ol' girl is reliable. I unlock the door and climb in, slamming the door to ensure it closes. Out of habit I lock the door before I push the key into the ignition and start it up. The engine roars to life and I quickly adjust the heat knowing it takes a while to warm up. I scan my surroundings before I put the truck in gear and take off.
"Here goes nothing," I say to myself as I turn into traffic.
The drive to the old mill took close to forty-five minutes with all the traffic lights, with my nerves making it feel more like an eternity. Without all the traffic lights and stop signs, the trip probably would have only taken twenty minutes.
As I pull into the old mill, I circle the building. Andre isn't here yet. I pull back around to the front of the building, find a spot to park that gives me the widest view of the property. I pull out my cell and send a quick text to Andre letting him know that I am here. I think nothing of it when my message is read without a response. He could be driving and unable to text me back.
I leave my truck running for the heat as I wait for Andre's arrival, which should have been ten minutes ago. An ominous feeling makes its way to my gut. Something feels off, he should have been here by now.
As if right on queue my phone goes off, alerting me of a text message. I unlock the screen. As soon as my mind registers the three letters, R-U-N, I hear glass shatter before a cold hand grabs me by the neck and pulls me through the driver's side window of my truck.
I am thrown to the ground like a ragdoll, wincing as my hip collides with the pavement.
"Was that really necessary?" I roll my eyes and stare up at the creature I know now to be a Vampire.
He lets out a hiss before reaching his arm out to grab me again. I roll to the side and quickly climb to my feet. Why is he here anyway? Did Andre set me up?
"What do you want? I am just waiting here for a friend. If I am on your territory or something I will leave. No need to be so violent," I try to negotiate.
He let out a low chuckle, "Your friend has been otherwise detained," he taunts as he grabs my neck, squeezing just enough to cut off my oxygen.
My mind goes to Andre. What did they do to him? What could he have found out about me that was so bad that he deserved to die for it? At least that is what I am assuming happened to him because from what I know about Vamps, they are not a "take prisoners" type of creature.
"What have you done with Andre?"
His grip tightens a little more before he threw me across the lot, into the side of the mill. My back crashed into the steel door of the mill, cracking a few of my ribs. I can feel the bones slowly fusing together when he lands with a thud in front of me. Damn Vamps and their flipping ability to fly.
Determined to not give him another chance to make me his personal frisbee, I kick my leg out, connecting with his lower stomach. The impact sent him hurling back towards my truck, giving me enough time to shift. Vampires don't stand a chance against a werewolf in wolf form.
I was halfway through my shift when I saw him reach for the waistband of his jeans. I recalled my wolf just in time to dodge the silver bullet that came whizzing past my ear, before getting lodged in the door behind me.
Silver bullets was not something I was prepared for. They are the only thing that will definitely kill a werewolf in wolf form besides another wolf. I stand a better chance against it in human form. It will slow my healing in human form, but in wolf form, it will kill my wolf instantly.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. This was not a chance encounter so either one of two things happened. Either Andre betrayed me, or he found out something about my family that the Vamps didn't want him to and they killed him for it. There's no doubt in my mind that Andre is dead because this man showed up with the intention of killing me, knowing before he got here what I am.
I need to get out of here. There is no way I can fight a silver bullet. A vamp sure, but not one packing a werewolf's kryptonite. I should have listened to Pete. Hell, I should probably just run, but something about turning my back on a gun didn't seem too intelligent either.
"Obviously you came here to kill me so, you mind telling me why?"
He said nothing as he took aim and pulled the trigger again. Expecting it this time, I ducked behind a pile of stacked plastic barrels.
"Oh, come on, surely I deserve to know what I did to warrant my execution," I add before creeping my way around to the other side of the barrels.
"It's nothing personal mutt. To protect my kind, you must die," he stated simply as another bullet broke through the barrel beside me.
"I am no danger to your kind. I am only trying to find my family, if I have any left," I tried to reason while I cower behind the remaining barrels.
Silence greets me. Did he give up? No way. Vampires are hunters by nature just like wolves and they are not likely to give up until they catch their prey. I quietly step to my left while remaining slouched down out of sight.
Suddenly, I am lifted in the air by the collar of my jacket until I am face to face with the barrel of his pistol. My feet flail instinctively as I fight to be released. Fear pulses rapidly through my veins as I see his fingers slowly tightening on the trigger.
"I re-," I start as a massive blur expelled me from the Vampires Grip.
I climb to my feet before I realize what happened. I hear the sound of skin tearing and a sickening gurgling sound to my left. My eyes widen at the sight of a familiar black wolf removing the head of my attacker with his teeth. Panic tears through me as I search for the pistol.
"Pete, he had a gun, where is it?"
I watched the Vamps head roll across the pavement before coming to a stop at my feet. My stomach churned, making me nauseous. I don't condone killing, but this was warranted. He meant to kill me first.
Not realizing that I was lost in thought staring at the decapitated head of my attacker, I didn't notice when Pete shifted back.
"Do you still have my spare shorts in your truck?' Pete asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I shook my head trying to clear the image from my mind, "Yea in the duffel in the back."
He grabbed my hand, not caring that he was still nude from his shift, "Come on, we have to get out of here before more show up."
More? Crap, I didn't think about that. Vampires rarely hunt alone. There could be more lying-in wait. I pick up the pace, jogging alongside Pete to my truck. I wrench open the door, grab the duffel behind my seat and toss it to Pete before hopping in the driver’s seat and starting it up.
"Get dressed in the truck Pete. Let's go!"
He quickly climbs into the passenger seat and begins slipping his feet through his shorts as I hit the gas and speed out of the parking lot.
"Don't go back to the dojo, it's not safe. We can go to my place just don't take the direct route. We want to make sure we aren't followed," Pete instructs me as I am weaving through traffic, trying to get as much distance between us and the mill as possible.
"How did you know to come?" I ask, for the first time I was suspicious of him.
"Not long after you left a package arrived at the dojo addressed to you from Andre, so I opened it," he shook his head as if trying to wrap his mind around what he had seen, "It was a picture of Andre bound and gagged and his fangs."
My foot slammed on the brakes, causing the rear of my truck to skid sideways and the traffic around me to blow their horns aggressively.
"They de-fanged him?" I shouted.
Pete winced as he nodded.
De-fanging a Vampire is the cruelest and slowest way to torture and kill a Vampire. Without their fangs they cannot feed, and they will slowly start to dry out as they starve to death. It is rumored to be an excruciating process because as they dry out their muscles and veins feel like sandpaper constantly rubbing together as they move.
I silently send an apology to Andre, knowing that he was tortured because he was helping me. What I don't understand is why he deserved to die for something as simple as helping me dig into my family history.
I brush the tear rolling down my cheek away angrily. None of this made any sense and the one person who could help me is slowly dying somewhere and I can't help him.
"Willow, I know this is a lot to take in, but we really need to keep moving. I'll drive if you want me to," Pete says, rubbing my back.
I slam the truck in park and slide toward him so he can climb over me and into the driver seat. Once seated, Pete puts the truck in drive and rides around blindly for an hour before finally making his way to his house.
Climbing out of the truck, I look up at Pete's home. It was a grey brick row home in Highlandtown, nestled between a vacant home and an abandoned one. For now, it provided some privacy, but should the vacant house get rented or sold, it won't be private anymore.
"Come on, let's get inside just in case we were followed," Pete softly nudges me forward.
Willow's POVI'm just so unbelievably hot right now. I have never felt such need and desire. I want to rip his clothes off and ride his rock hard dick right here in the kitchen. The thought of it alone is making me wet. I can feel him trying to reign it in, to control himself, but I want him to lose control with me. I want to feel him on every inch of my skin and more so inside of me. My core is slick and painfully throbbing with my need for him.I break my kiss and leave a trail of them down his neck where I lick and tease the mark he now wore showing that he is mine."I want you," I whisper in his ear before I draw his bottom lobe in my mouth, pulling a low and seductive growl from his throat.His hand grip my ass harder and he rubs my pussy against the rough material of his jeans so I could feel how hard he is for me. I reach my hands between our bodies and begin to unfasten the button of his jeans.His hand stops mine for a second, "Someone could walk in."I shrug, "Let them."I
Ronan's POV"Nephew? My how you have grown into quite the man. Let me look at you," Aunt Kat gushes over me.We have been trying for so long to get her back to herself and now that she is, I almost dont believe it and to think Willow has been the key to getting her back this whole time. Seriously is there anything that she can't do? All of this solidifies my belief that even if she wasn't mated to me, she was still made just for me.I open my arms and allow my aunt to walk into them to embrace me. Tears are threatening to take over as I release her and take a second to admire her and relish in the fact that she is here and coherant. The guilt of what happened to her has eaten away at me for so long and then it got worse when I found that her wolf actually died and that's why she went all bat shit crazy. Honestly, I still feel guilty a little. If it wasn't for her helping me in the first place, none of this would have happened.Willow grasps my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. I kno
Willow's POV "Wait. I'm going to need you to explain? How does Willow bringing her wolf back, that's assuming you're correct, how does that break the spell?" Pete asked defensively. Barely acknowledging that it was Pete who spoke to her, Olivia addresses me, "The one thing that ends a spell without fail is death. The potion that she absorbed was designed to subdue her wolf. It appears that captivity has killed her wolf, which explains why your powers surfaced with our arrival. If you are able to bring her wolf back the spell will be broken because she died." "But who's to say that bringing her wolf back doesn't reinstate the spell?" I ask nervously. "Spells are not living beings that pass on, therefore they cannot be reanimated," she stated with confidence. This is a whole lot of new information to take in. Ronan has been living with the guilt of what happened to Katarina since he was sixteen years old. If I am able to take that burden off his shoulders, why wouldn't I give it a t
Ronan's POV"And when he does, I will be there with my eyes on you. We are not letting you get yourself killed. We will figure out a way to save Jessica. If it's not too late that is."I feel a special kindred toward Pete now, even more so than I did growing up. Before he was just the annoying friend that followed me everywhere and now that I know he isn't trying to put the moves on my mate, my fondness of him is growing. He loves Willow just as much as I do, just in a different way and I know that he would lay down his life for her. I wish I could say the same for Xander.When she first got here, Xander was all team Willow. Now his grief has him placing blame on her when it is not her burden to carry. He has lashed out on her so many times that I am not sure if their relationship will be salvageable when we get through this."We should probably head down now. Olivia should be here any minute now," I suggest to Willow.Pete looks to me, "Do you mind if I sit in on the meeting?"Willow
Willow's POV To save time Ronan and I cleaned up together. Olivia is due to arrive any minute now with Katarina and I want to make sure I stop in to see Pete before we meet with her. I tie the laces of my favorite combat boots and look over at Ronan as he finishes struggling with his last boot. "I will meet you downstairs. I want to check on Pete before I head down," I inform Ronan. I grabs my hand and kisses my palm, "Do you mind if I join you? I'd like to see him too and fill him in so he's not in the dark?" I shrug my shoulders to let him know that it didn't bother me. I would prefer it anyway just to make sure Ghost didn't get the wrong impression. I use the hand he is already holding and pull him up so he can follow me to Pete's room. "I wonder how he is doing. I haven't been able to really check on him since the incident at Doc's. He should be mostly healed by now right?" I ask Ronan. "It's hard to say really. The last I checked the external wounds had healed and scarred o
Ronan's POVMy blood is boiling and my heart is beating wildly against my chest while Ghost is going ballistic, wanting to unleash is wrath on Xander for hurting our mate. The fact of the matter is that id he were anyone else, he would be in a world of hurt if not dead. It's taking every last ounce of strength in me to keep Ghost in check. Xander better get himself in line a adjust his attitude sooner rather than later because I don't know how much longer I will be able to contain him. He is out for blood."When we get back to the pack house, it would be in your best interest to keep your distance from me and Willow. Ghost is furious at yu right now and the last thing I want to do is hurt you. I can't say the same for Ghost," I warn him.Xander said nothing, he just nodded his head and quietly climbed back into the car with his head down. That was more like it. I sigh in frustration and climb into the drivers seat. I originally had Willow drive because I was too upset and distracted b
Willow’s POV684 Waterman LnTurn the hybrid she-wolf over by 10 pm tomorrow. A wolf will die for each day you refuse, starting with your precious Jessica.I read the note over and over until my vision begins to go dark around the edges. What is so special about me that I should die? Poor Jessica is innocent and has nothing to do with this. She hasn’t even been adopted into the pack yet. It’s not fair that her life is resting in my hands. None of this makes any sense to me. I haven’t done anything other than try to track down my family and I have even given up on that. Once I accepted Ronan as my mate, none of that seemed important anymore but for whatever reason these vampires are determined that I have to die. The only thing I am sure of right now is that I have to turn myself over to them to save Jessica. She should not be forced to die for me when she still has a whole life left to live.I snatch the note from Xander and storm out of the house. If they want me, they better be prep
Xander's POV I was expecting the worst when I busted the door down to Jessica's house, but I was not expecting the scene before me. What I could tell had once been a pristine beige sofa was now split into multiple pieces and thrown throughout the living room. Her once solid wood coffee table was now splintered into a thousand shards. My heart starts beating frantically as my ears pick up on pained moans coming from further in the house. I run down the hall toward the noise and enter a small kitchen where a scene from a horror movie greeted me. Our Gamma, Brian and his right hand, Tony were bound to two kitchen chairs with their backs to each other with duct tape. I can't see the extent of Tony's injuries, but I am almost positive they mirror Brian's. Whoever did this cut Brian open from neck to navel and stuffed him full of wolfsbane to prevent him from healing and damn near liquifying every organ it touched. There was no way he would come back from this. If I had come looking for
Willow’s POV Knowing that Ronan would be the one driving, I immediately got into the front passenger seat and buckled my seatbelt. Xander climbed into the backseat and Ronan now sits beside me in the driver’s seat. It feels like we can’t enjoy one day of happiness before something happens to ruin it. I sigh inwardly and send a silent prayer to the moon goddess that we find Jessica alive and well. Any other outcome would be unfair. They just found each and unlike Ronan and I they immediately accepted each other, just to be cruelly ripped apart so soon. Ronan’s hand lands on top of mine and he rubs small circles on the knuckle of my thumb. I glanced back at Xander whose eyes were now trained on my hand in Ronan’s. I gently pull my hand from Ronan’s and offer it to Xander. Ronan gives me an appreciative nod and trains his eyes on the road ahead. “We are going to find her, Xander. Try not to let your mind go to the worst,” I try my best to console him. He looks me dead in the eyes, his
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