Jaxon.A loud snarl leaves my lips as I see Layla, my mate, laying naked and out in the open. "LOOK AWAY! DO NOT TOUCH HER OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" I snarl uncontrollably at my pack members as they all look away and try to find something to cover her. I can't stand the thought of everyone looking at what belongs to me and only me. "Calm down Alpha. We are only trying to help her. Let's get her to the infirmary," Gamma Grey comes over with his personal shirt that he had on before the run began. I shove it away, not liking the idea of another mans scent on her. It's repulsive. "Don't be such a dick! Take the damn shirt so our Luna can have some dignity left!" Grey shouts at me. He has never raised his voice to me before but his instincts must be kicking in already wanting to protect his Luna from everything, even embarrassment. Even though she has nothing to be embarrassed by, she is perfect in every way. "Fine," I snap back giving him the look saying we will have a discussion a
"What does that even mean? How did the old lady know she was or was not pregnant?" My face twists into one of confusion as Trev stands and starts pacing as his hand goes up to rub his chin as he is deep in thought. "It means that old woman had saw her every day for almost 6 years and not once did she see any sort of pregnancy belly. Never saw them bring anything baby related into the house. They never had any visitors either so she highly doubts it was an adoption sort of thing." "Fuck. Every time things start seeming normal they just turn so fucking weird with no real answers!" I slam my fists into the concrete of the steps hard enough to bring blood and crack the steps a little. I flex my fingers as my hand starts to heal itself. "That's what has been bugging me. And the way Maggie died, shits real messed up man." "You know what happened to Maggie?" I question as I stare at Trev with mass confusion. "Emma didn't tell you before the run? She said she was going to deliver the ne
Layla. I am awoken from my deep sleep by this annoying beeping sound that seems to be in rhythm with my heart. There is also a soft dripping sound along with it. As I start to open my eyes I have to squint to adjust to the harsh lights cascading down into my eyes. The room smells sterile, it's quiet save for the beeps and drips, and the lights are blinding. I must be in a hospital. But how did I get here? And why am I here? My eyes flutter open and once they have fully adjusted to the lights I look around. Stainless steal walls, light blue gown, medical equipment, and a handcuff on my left arm. This is the strangest hospital, I have never been inside one with walls like these. Handcuff? I do a double take and attempt to pull on the cuff only for it to pierce my skin. The metal jingles against the bar of the bed but doesn't give way to my attempts. Why am I handcuffed? What happened? As I sit here and ponder on so many questions I can hear the distinct sound of arguing out in the h
Jaxon. I lay on top of my mate watching as she sleeps peacefully. I am still in my wolf form and plan to stay this way as I continue to use the calming on her. Feeling her chest rise and fall in slow even breathes, her eye lids fluttering as she appears to be in a dream of some sorts. Her hair is splayed out around her like a halo and she couldn't look anymore beautiful than she does right now in all her naked glory. Layla's waist is slim, her breasts firm and perky and just the right size for my big hands. Rose colored nipples the size of dimes are just calling out for me to lick them. I don't, for fear of waking whatever beast slumbers inside her. I hear footsteps approach her door causing me to glance over my shoulder and begin a slow snarl, waiting for the intruder. The door handle turns slowly and in walks a female nurse holding a new gown. "Oh, Alpha, my apologies, I thought you left. Would you prefer me to dress the patient or would you like to do the honors?" She whispers a
Layla.I'm awoken to the sound of someone in my hospital room. Cautiously, I open my eyes and see a nurse placing a tray of food on a metal side table next to me. Everyting appears to be metal in this room which I am coming to understand is because of the fire I keep unintentionally creating."Good morning, miss. I have brought you some breakfast. We were unsure of what you preferred so we got you a little of everything, including some juice and extra water. You must be extremely thirsty," She states shyly as if she is unsure how to approach me. I can't say that I blame her, I'm not even sure how to approach myself either."Thank you, it all smells wonderful. Can I ask you something?" I question as I look at my lap and pick at the itchy hospital gown."Of course. I can't guarantee I have the answers for you but the Doc will be in shortly incase I can't answer properly.""Do werewolves exist? Or was I just having the craziest most realistic dream of my life?" I ask and can feel my chee
It has been 15 days that I have been locked in this hospital room. Jaxon comes to visit often to run the tests to see what is causing my fires. It is still so new to me that I possess powers and that the supernatural world that I have gravitated to my whole life, is real. Witches, werewolves, whatever I am, all exist. When I was younger and didn't have any friends or family, I would live in the books depicting the lives of such fantasies. And now, I am apart of it. I have this strange connection with Jaxon that is indescribable. I want him around me all the time and sometimes I force myself to get worked up just so my fire explodes and he holds me to put it out. I feel selfish doing that, because it causes him harm, but he doesn't seem to mind. He has started being almost caring. Some days are better than others with him though. Just yesterday he came in with his nostrils flaring and his face red with anger. It had frightened me and I began to cry. He looked at me with comtempt befor
Jaxon."Now that I have some free time, Trev, why don't you fill me in on how Maggie died," I begin as I sit behind my desk with a steaming cup of coffee in front of me. It's only 9 in the morning and Trev and Grey are sitting opposite my desk with files in their laps of everything they would like to discuss with me during our meeting. I haven't had much time to focus on the pack as most of my time is spent with Layla trying to figure her out. Doc has taken blood samples, hair samples, and even tried gauging how hot her fire gets in order to figure out who and what she is. We have narrowed it down to a few options, the one would be not possible as this species has not been seen or heard of in over four hundred years. The other two options could be a possibility but we don't know for sure. It's hard to know when she hasn't fully shifted. While I have been out, Trev and Grey have been helpful in running the pack in my stead. "She was burned to death," Beta Trev states simply."Not poss
I pick Layla up bridle style as Grey comes into the room. He sees the woman he has vowed to protect with his life and a series of emotions pass through his eyes. Sadness, anger, guilt, are a few that I notice right away. "Don't do this to yourself Grey. Not now. Go get Doc! Hurry!" I say as I watch more blood pool around my feet. I can feel the wound on my shoulder begin to heal but my mates wounds are not. "Come on Layla, baby, wake up! Wake up Layla! You need to open your eyes for me!" I gently shake her trying to get her to wake up. I know if she can get her fire going she has a chance at healing and hopefully won't be permanetly scarred. Not that I would care, but she might. I know Emma had a tough time with her face being marred. Doc comes running in covered in blood and without clothes, he must have joined in the fight as well. I can still hear fighting from outside the hospital and I am torn on staying with my mate, and protecting my pack.&
Jaxon grabs me by my waist and lifts me up before turning me and bending me over the sink basin. I am looking as myself in the mirror and I see him behind me eyeing my plump cheeks. He looks into my eyes in the mirror and that wolfish grin greets me like an old friend. He lifts his hand and slaps it hard across my right cheek and I know that it will leave a mark. I feel heat drip down my legs from the pleasure of the pain. Jaxon dips his middle finger between my thighs and twists just the tip of his finger around my entrance before he withdraws and sucks the juices off. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he licks it clean. The act alone causes a shiver to run down my spine."Do you like when I spank you, little sparrow?" Jaxon asks and his voice is laced with Ash's voice making it deep and crackley. I nod my head unable to find my voice, "Use your words Layla or this stops now." Jaxon commands."Yes, Alpha," I respond breathlessly."Tell me what you like.""I like when you spank
Layla. Jaxon and I spent the morning cleaning up the mess of ash out of my room. We also got ahold of Sebastian and asked if he could update my room after the builders fix it up. I still feel such strong guilt at what happened but Jaxon has reassured me I can't control what I dream nor how it will affect me. I had told him what my dream was about and he had looked concerned before mind linking Trev to see if he could get in touch with Gretchen. If she doesn't show up in the next few days we will have to disappear for a while. The outside world beyond our borders has been extremely quiet. Almost too quiet. Every so often when I take my morning run along the borders I get this feeling that I am being watched. I have told Jaxon about it but everytime he sends his trackers and a few patrol wolves out, they can't find any sign that anybody was there. The feeling doesn't happen every time I run otherwise I would think some paranoia had set in, but it is happening more frequently that it i
Jaxon. Last night after dinner, Layla and I decided to go for a walk through the packlands and look at the empty night sky getting to know each other better. I've learned her favorite color is sky blue, favorite food is Italian of any kind, she hates the smell of red peppers, and she never had a pet growing up but she always wanted a cat. A white one to be exact. She also told me about her childhood and how empty it was. My heart broke for her because she literally had no one growing up, not even a friend. My life was so full of love from my family, the pack, a never ending supply of friends. That's the beauty of belonging to a pack, you never feel alone. She said that's why she loves being here so much, she feels accepted even if she is different from all the wolves, she has never been made to feel left out. Except when she was in the cells originally and when the accident with Emma happened. But she understood both instances and still feels so much guilt about Emma. I miss my siste
Layla. I am running through the field of wild flowers, the place where Jaxon brought me when I had my minor break down. Our place. It is dark tonight but the full moon illuminates my way. I can hear the screaming of my pack members and I push my legs harder and faster as I race to save them. I can hear Ash's paws as they beat against the dirt trying to get to me, but I can't see him. He was at the packhouse getting us some drinks when the wolves breached our boarders and started the attack only moments ago. I can hear wolves howling all around the meadow inside the forest line. They are getting closer. Just as Ash breaks through the tree line a fire ball crashed into the earth right next to him. He quickly jumps to the side and throws his head up to the sky. The moon is beginning to cry again and it's tears are like fire balls crashing into the earth. They are unpredictable where they land and they have no remorse for the casualties they cause. The falling fire balls light up a path
Jaxon. It has been four days sense Gretchen left to go to her old coven and try to solidify some answers as to what Layla is. She never did tell us her thoughts because she wanted to be sure. I have eight days before she is supposed to return, otherwise I need to get Layla out of here. I don't even know where we would go or if I would even have the strength to leave the pack without their Alpha. Things the last four days have seemed almost too easy. No attacks, Layla and I are becoming more and more public with our affection, the pack seems to like her immensely. I couldn't be more grateful for their acceptance of their future Luna, and I couldn't be more blessed with this bond the Moon Goddess has chosen for me. We still have not marked each other yet, I still feel deep down that it is not the right time. Something in the universe is sending me mixed signals so I have waited. Layla doesn't seem to mind that I haven't marked her yet and agrees with me that it is not the right time.
Gretchen. The wind is rustling the leaves of the tree above me. It's dark, too dark. Even for this clouded night, it's almost as if the sky is falling and closing in on me. There is only one thing that can make me feel this suffocated. Black Magic. (Flashback- 5 Hours Ago) I had reached my previous coven two nights after I left Alpha Jaxon's pack and was greated with burned down houses, hanging witches swinging from the trees. Not even the young children were spared. Everyone I used to know, love, and chant with, are just gone. I searched every house, store, even the small council office. Nothing but silence and the pungent smell of rotting flesh. The magic of the dead floated through the air like a thick and tainted fog, making it hard to breath. And yet, I could still smell the simmering sparks of live magic in the air. I knew I had to be vigilant, so I had quickly drawn a memory erasing vigil in the dirt. I used my blood in both chalices; the one that the spell is used agains
Jaxon.I cant believe she accepted his offer. I cant let that happen. Ever. For one, Layla would not be able to handle his aggressive state when mating and she would end up getting seriously hurt or worse. And for two, because she is our mate and I have not marked her yet, Ash would mark her and if he marks her in his wolf form, she will more than likely die from the impact of the injury. His canines would pierce through her bone and rip apart blood vessels or worse, arteries, and she could bleed out. Add that to the amount of venom that would produce through his canines virsus the amount produced through my teeth and the concoction would burn through her organs like acid. She still maintains her human form and has never completed her shift and I know her organs are not as strong as those of wolves. Nothing about her dainty human form would be able to prepare her for mating with a full wolf. Even with her flames, I don't think it would even be enough to counter the effect of the venom
I take off running through the halls and can still hear everyone yelling encouraging words to their Alpha to catch me. I can hear his echoing footsteps through the halls, but I have a lead on him. I turn down the hall that leads to the stairs and I run at full speed, my feet slapping against the marble floors. Getting to the stairs I begin taking them two at a time trying to reach the safety of my room before Jaxon catches me. I just reach the top of the third floor when I am tackled to the floor and the air in my lungs escapes in one violent whoosh. It doesn't hurt but it caught me by surprise as I hadn't even heard him catch up. Jaxon flips me over onto my back and pins my hands next to my head. We are both out of breath and covered in food, my hair sticks to the floor from the hickory sauce. I look at Jaxon and see the after effects of the cake bomb covering his chest and splattered across his cheeks. "You've got a little something right-" I am cut off when he claims my lips in a
Layla.Sitting on Jaxon's lap visiting with the other pack members has actually been a huge comfort. I never dreamed I could fit in and allow myself to feel like I am apart of a family. A family that I still have yet to fully figure out, but a family none the less."Here, Allie, let me take RoRo so you can finish eating," I suggest as I stretch my arms across the table for the baby."You haven't ate anything yet, either," Allie says as she tries to juggle RoRo and cut her steak at the same time. I push up on Jaxon's lap and lean over, trying to avoid his plate of food infront of me, and grab the baby. Allie, seeing my attempt to hold the sweet child, finally obliges and meets me half way to hand the baby over.Holding little RoRo I can't help but feel a warmth of joy spread throughout my heart and it is so overwhelming I feel my eyes tear up at the thought of holding my own daughter some day. I never had the white picket fence family growing up, quite the opposite really. But I know I