After my fun with Gareson Green and his body had been disposed of, I decided to pay a visit to our second prisoner. Now, this one is going to be tricky because I can only ask yes or no questions. And there won't be anyway for me to know if he is telling the truth or not. But still, I am going to give it my best shot.
I have Trev grab the laptop that has the video of Gareson's fairwell downloaded on it because I want to show our captive what is in store for him if he doesn't cooperate. Upon entering his cell I find him hanging by his arms from the ceiling. His legs are bound together with chains and a giant lead ball is attached, not allowing him to swing and potentially kick me.
"Hey, dick face, wake up," Trev hollers as he goes over and slaps the guy across the face. They guy stirs and instantly schools his face into an expressionless mask. Trev procedes to load the video and the guy watches it while I watch him for any reaction. To my utter surprise he smirks and t
Layla.After Jaxon yelled at me for killing Emma I fell into a deep depression. I didn't mean to hurt her, much less kill her, and I don't even really know how or why I did it. I wasn't under any emotional termoil like they put me through during my tests. What could have caused such a chaotic outburst?It doesn't matter. As soon as I get out of here I will end everything, Jaxon has proven that no one wants a monster like me. I don't even want me, so why would anyone else? I have no family to run to, no friends that would miss me uncontrollably. So what is the point?"The point is you are a warrior. A fighter. It may not seem like it now, but all of us who know parts of your story, know that you can fight through anything. And right now, you need to fight for your happiness, your acceptance of who you are, and for what is yet to come," Grey says in a stone like manner. How did he know what I was thinking?"I bet you are wondering how I kno
Jaxon. I didn't know what else to do. Do I think taking her outside is reckless? Yes. Do I worry about an attack with her outside and her safety in jeapody? Of course. Do I worry about her burning down the entire pack because she has a surge of emotions? Absolutely. But do I worry more about her emotional state right now? One hundred fucking percent. The way she didn't even register that we were in the room. Or how her eyes became so hollow and lifeless. Her face as smooth as glass instead of laugh lines, tears, or furrowed brows. It all became too much for me to see. So I did the only thing I could think of and rushed her outside. She laid limply in my arms with her eyes wide open, yet no life was found inside of them. I had hoped I could get her dressed before taking her out in her flimsy hospital gown, but she couldn't wait any longer. I was going to lose her. Kicking open the door of the hospital, the sun bathed us in its light and I saw her eyes squint at the sudden intrusion
Layla. I am beyond scared for what it is I agreed to do. But, when I look into Jaxon's eyes, all I can see is reassurance that he will take care of me. This is my last hope to see if whatever he has in mind will work to fix this brokeness inside of me. I want to feel something other than fear, sorrow, and guilt. "If you need me to stop I will need you to speak up. Not when you are beyond the point of return, but more so if you are starting to feel uncomfortable and not in a good way. Ok? We will take this slow. Are you sure you want to go down this road, Layla?" He questions me softly yet firmly so I know he is serious but sensitive to my feelings. He holds my face in the palm of his hands and his breath kisses my lips. An ache I have never known before forms in between my legs and it both excites and terrifies me. "Yes, I need you to take it all away, please." I say back with trembling lips as new tears build in my eyes. He sits there silently looking into my eyes trying to detect
The first of my screams pierce the sky as my body arches off the ground as if I am possessed. Jaxon's mouth is licking in between my folds at an extremely fast rate and I don't know if this is what heaven feels like. My emotions of terror and ecstasy are conflicting one another. "Stop thinking, just feel," Jaxon says in a muffled voice from between my legs while his face is still buried. When he talks it rattles my lips causing more fluid to come out and my head to land softly back in the dirt. He sucks on my clit harshly while humming, he must have noticed how much the deep vibrations effect me. Before I know it, I can feel one of his fingers enter my quivering womanhood. I hold my breath, waiting for the worst. But he doesn't do anything just stops with his finger still inside and his mouth still attached while humming. I let myself relax as best as I can and dig my fingers into the soil. I can do this, I can do this, he isn't them, he isn't them. I keep repeating to myself. Once I
I hold my breath in anticipation of being attacked, but nothing happens. And then it hits me, this wolf won't hurt me, for it is Jaxon. I vaguely remember seeing him on numerous occasions calming my fire down before I pass out every time I have lost control during one of our many tests."You are spectacular," I whisper adoringly as he creeps close enough for me to run my fingers through his thick fur. I start at the top of his head and gently place my hands behind his ears and scratch deeply. He seems to enjoy this as he sits on his hind quarters and leans into my touch. I work my way down his neck and to his back. He flops over onto his side to show me his belly and I proceed with scratching his belly for a few moments. His body wiggles on his back seeming to enjoy this encounter. I stop touching him which brings out a whine from him as he sits up and sneezes into my face."That's gross," I giggle as I wipe the beasts snot from my cheeks. He lays on his belly and beckons me with his
Jaxon. "I see... Long auburn hair with a slightly annoying wave to it. Green eyes and long lashes with thin eyebrows. Freckles on a nose that doesn't agree with the rest of my face. I see three hideous scars that show I am weak. I see a pitiful excuse of a human being. If I can even call myself that anymore. Jaxon, why am I doing this? This is just showing me everything I dislike about myself. My eyes are too big for my face causing my nose to look disproportioned--" Layla begins picking herself apart and I can't take it anymore. I lay down on her back propping myself on my elbows so I don't crush her tiny frame under my giant one. I lean over her shoulder so our faces are side by side looking at each other in the waters reflexion. "I am going to stop you right there," I say gently, "You see this hair?" I ask as I take one finger and twirl a strand of her thick locks around my finger, "It reminds me of who you are. Fire. It's fierce yet subtle, showing a softer side to you. A caring
Layla. We had went back to the hospital after our day, and part of the night, outside. It was wonderful and I felt some much needed energy enter my body and soul after we had returned. I was a little upset that I had to be put back in my dungeon, as I called it, but Jaxon promised if I work hard every week then he will try and take me outside at the end of each week if I am able to start gaining control of my powers. The days have passed slowly and I have felt more in control of my emotions the more time I spend with Jaxon and we open up to each other. Just last night he came and brought me my supper and we ate together. He told me some more about werewolf heritage and how they originated. I was so engrossed in his stories that he had to stop several times to remind me to eat my food. I have gained a little weight but nothing crazy, if anything it has accentuated my small curves into modern sized and I feel confident in them. Shelly has been kind enough to go out and get me some n
The eyes are black as night and his hot breath smells like rotten carcasses. He is a dirty gray color with scars littering his body. He shifts into a young man that is tall and lanky and also covered in scars from head to toe. Some are circular, like cigarette burns, and others look like he has been cut up with knives and claws so many times. My heart pities him, such a rough life for someone so young.Another man approaches with long nappy hair that is on its way to becoming dreadlocks with how unmaintained it is. He is also covered in scars and missing part of an ear. He wipes his bleeding nose with the back of his hand."You did good Rourke," He grumbles as he slaps the young man on his back, hard. "Boss will be pleased. Hell, he may even feed your skinny ass. Let's grab her and get the hell out of here before that sadistic bastard catches us." He says as he wipes more blood from his nose.Five more naked guys all in the same state show up. They are all bleed
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