Katie's eyes shot open, and she stared mindlessly at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before muttering, "I survived." She tried to sit up, but her body refused, punishing her dearly with full-body pain for attempting to move a muscle. Her body still hadn't fully healed, but she could tell the antidote was working—mostly because she was still alive. It was a good thing she had decided to get a cure for the poison, or else she would have been on a trip to hell. She hadn't expected to use it like this, being forced to poison both herself and her target. And it was damn expensive too. "That bastard," Katie cursed, remembering Bryan. She could see why there were rumors about him being difficult to kill. He was domineering. Katie regretted not being able to end things when she had the chance. If only she hadn't missed. She had hesitated to shoot him at the last moment like an idiot and got caught up. He could have killed her easily, but for some reason, he didn't, which gave h
“It's just...I need your help." "You called me because you need my help?" Michael asked as if finding it odd. She could sense an underlying tone of annoyance in his voice. She knew her request wasn't fair, and he had every right to be mad, but she had no choice. "You left without saying a word, despite our relationship, despite how you knew I felt about you. For so long. Yet you call me now asking for help." "Michael..." "How could you be so cruel?!" Michael lashed out. "Do you seriously not know how worried I was? I thought you were dead, but I guess not. You're totally fine—fine enough to call me at your leisure and ask for help." "Michael, I'm sorry, I really am, but you're the only one I can turn to." "I don't care!" Micheal spat. "Maybe you shouldn't have treated me like filth, then I might have given a damn." Katie could sense he was going to hang up, so she quickly said, "It's about Peter." Michael didn't hang up. He knew Peter, and they were close, like brother
Katie had a gut feeling something was wrong or more like something bad was going to happen. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch. ‘Vague and annoying.’She didn't know the specifics but experience told her not to ignore it.“Peter go take off your uniform no school for you today," she said to her brother who was sitting in the living room. "But we have a test today," Peter replied."You can always retake the test." Katie said and then furrowed her brow, “Shouldn't you be asking me why I told you to stay,”"I don't need to, you know I find school boring and annoying.""Well, that's because you have no friends. I told you to try to make at least one. Make things more bearable."Being alone wasn't fun. Katie knew that first hand, as she was a Loner. Loners were shifters without a pack. Outcast, unwanted. Every shifter treats them with wary. Why? Because a huge percentage of them were unrestrained and resorted to violent means to make a living. With Katie being amongst the majority.
Peter what happened?! Katie yelled and ran toward him, she held in him her arms, panic surging through her. His body was hot and he was breathing heavily “Ahh shit,” Katie cursed, thinking she should have just taken him to the healer this morning.“My head,” Peter groaned. “ It feels like it's about to break…ahh”"Don't, worry ill take you to the healer,” Katie carried him, but he suddenly let out a guttural scream that scared Katie. And all of a sudden, he stopped moving and passed out. His body growing limb over Katie's arm, Her heart stopped and for a while, she was motionless, before she moved, she placed him back on the floor and placed her ear on his chest to hear his heartbeat.A silent thump echoed in her ear, and Katie sighed in relief, tears falling out of her eyes. He was alive.“Thank you, moon goddess,”If he had died she didn't know what she would have done. Probably followed him, as the guilt and pain would kill her.Immediately, she picked him up and carried him to the
“Yeah, you heard me right, and if you don't let go of me, you'll have to find another healer elsewhere,” Ralph threatened. “How long does he have?” Katie asked slowly. “A month if I don't do anything about it,” Ralph said. He might be lying, but Katie had no other choice but to believe him. As much as she wanted to rip out his throat, she still needed him to treat Peter, and that pissed her off. Katie bit her lower lip, before she reluctantly let go of him, dropping him to the ground. Ralph stood upright with his hand massaging his neck, and then he straightened his clothes. “You should be thankful that I'm not refusing to heal your brother after the scene you just caused.” He said, and sat on his chair, crossing his legs. “Now, let's get down to business. I'm not healing the kid without getting paid.” “How much do you want? To heal him permanently?” Katie asked, still irritated. “A million Radis,” he grinned. “Are you kidding me?!” Katie growled, her brow furrowed. “I kid you not, it'
Bryan didn't want to be here, didn't want to do this, hold a meeting with a bastard, which a bunch of mindflayers telling him what to do. When they could just go outside, turn wolf and settle their disputes.But that would be too violent and irrational, according to the mediators. As if we weren't primal creatures. What they were concerned about was the humans who are terrified of us. They could get involved and hurt.So meetings were set by mediators who handle disputes between shifters pack, by giving months of reconsideration before the two packs could rip out their throats. If the packs can't come to a resolution, they're free to attack each other packs and are to settle their shits once and for all, no postponing.Today was the final meeting with the troublemaker that wanted his pack for his, and Bryan was just itching to take his throat out.“So, do you want to concede and accept to be integrated into Logan pack?”“Should that even be a question?” Bryan retorted. Logan wanted h
Katie checked that all of her weapons were ready and set, before she decided to head out. She put on a ring and took her jacket before walking out of the room. The floorboard creaked as she sauntered out of her house, her feet leaving a print on the dusty ground. The place was an old hideout she used in the past, and she didn't think she would use it again. Outside, she took in a deep breath, inhaling of the powerful aroma of wisteria around her log house. It would have been a good day to go for a run in her wolf form, but she had a mission to do and this might be her only chance.She took out a photograph to examine the man she needed to find. One could feel his charisma from just his picture, and there was something about his glittering eyes, that gave her cold goosebumps. He was simply the alpha of a pack of 20 wolves feared, dreaded but also respected. Rumor has it he killed his entire pack, including his father, at the age of 15. He went around challenging packs and his followe
Bryan Conner spotted someone watching him, it was quite a distance, but his wolf could sense danger from a mile away. This was of the unique traits, he was blessed with, by the moon goddess, another one was his insane vision, and with it, he was able to pinpoint the position the assassin was in.But all of a sudden, a bullet whistled past his ear, barely missing his head. Bryan's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see where or who the bullet had hit. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that, it struck the pavement and not one of his pack members.“An attack,” Jeremy shouted as he jumped to his feet in alert, along with the rest of the pack. Bryan turned to the direction the assassin was and saw the person had began to run. “Yeah, there's no way you're escaping. ” Immediately Bryan shifted, his clothes ripped to shreds and his muscles bulged, twisted, his bones rearranging until he was on all fours.Bryan's fur was a mix of blue and white and its eyes silver, which gave off the