“Jess.” If Maddie’s throat wasn’t already torn to shreds by her screaming that horrible evening, her friend’s name would’ve come out as more than a whimper. She dropped to her knees, catching Jess before she toppled to the floor and eased her back against the tree. Her hand fretted over the wound. She needed to try and stop the blood flow, but there was so much. Her abdomen was already dye
Michael POV - Nothing was going according to plan. It shouldn’t be a surprise, things rarely did, but he was to blame for the stumble in taking Silver Moon. If Madeline hadn’t been dazed enough to take the drink he offered her, their attempt would’ve failed, forcing them to retreat or, worse, the Silver Moon warriors could’ve attacked. Thankfully Connor was on hand to help coordinate their wolves. Reports were coming in from over the island, announcing their success in subduing their opponents. Their warriors had been taken to one of two places, the packhouse or the docks, where they were being watched while Michael took the lead. With more of his wolves spread amongst the island, they claimed to have the civilians as hostages, keeping the warriors in check. With no idea of the number of Dark Night wolves on their territory, and most of their warriors under watch, they were locked in place. Though it appeared as though their plan was working, the crucial edge had failed, and i
Michael POV - Michael didn’t waste the opportunity he had created. The moment Alpha Jonathan became willing to listen, albeit grudgingly, he began to share the truth, just as he had done with Madeline. With her being true mate, she had accepted his words quite easily, but he didn’t fool himself to think it would be the same with her father. However, he needed to try. Michael shared his account of the last sixteen years, starting with the first attack. He recounted the war, the struggles, his reason for entering the Alpha Games and their alliance with Mountain Forest. With Erik leading their support, their involvement could no longer be kept secret. While he spoke, Michael watched Alpha Jonathan’s expression for any micro changes he could decipher. The man was like a rock. No information shared made him waiver in his neutral composure, leaving Michael unaware if any of it was sinking in. It made him uneasy, but he continued regardless. He didn’t know how long he’d get to keep t
Maddie kept her eyes closed as consciousness roused like a lazy cat in the back of her mind. Her body tensed, waiting for the onslaught of aches and pains, but they were dulled. In fact, everything was. A thick fog wrapped around her mind, making each thought sluggish as she tried to pull out of its grip. It was more than the sweet temptation of a deep sleep. Stronger, more forceful. It was probably some drug still in her system. It would wear off eventually. In the meantime, she stopped fighting its pull and allowed her body to sink into the relief of its waiting arms, while she kept her focus alive. It was a struggle, but it was easier than forcing her eyes open. A smooth surface was beneath her body, cradling it while it rested, but she knew it wasn’t the comfort of her own bed. The pillow smelled unfamiliar, musty and unused. It was the only thing she could smell in the room despite trying to focus. Rather than catching any other wolf’s presence or any nearby food, the air was t
“Easy there.” Daniel placed a hand on Maddie’s shoulder, keeping her sat on the bed. “You’ve only just woken from such a long sleep.” From the way he drawled, his smirk sickly sweet, she knew they had given her something. Though she was begrudgingly grateful she was no longer overwhelmed by pain, she snatched her arm out of his hold, and glared. Or, at least, she tried to. Her eyelids were still protesting being open, drooping every few seconds, and she only managed to lean away from him, almost causing her to flop back down. Daniel chuckled as he guided her to lean back against the wall. Maddie got her first good look of the room. It wasn’t a cell like she had expected, though only the open door and bed took away that impression. The grey stone walls looked wet and, as she slowly woke up, she could make out the lapping of waves through them. No wonder she could smell the sea. She could almost feel its presence on the other side of the wall. Where the hell had they taken her? Red
“Lewis?” Maddie gasped, hope fluttering in her chest to hear his voice, but it died just as quick as it rose as she shuffled towards him. The sharp tang of blood surrounded her Beta, cutting through the thick, salty air. There was a sizzle of flesh as she moved closer, turning her stomach but she swallowed against the bile that threatened to rise. She could only see his silhouette shadowed against the stone wall but kept her eyes on him, waiting for them to adjust to the dim lighting. She edged closer. Finally, her foot nudged against something. She crouched down and touched his foot, almost yanking her hand back at the ice-cold chill of his skin. Maddie had to bite back a growl at the extra punishment he was facing sitting on the cold stone. In a t-shirt, joggers, socks and shoes, she should have been grateful that they hadn’t stripped her as bare as him but only anger grew within her. Making quick work, she pulled off her socks and yanked them onto Lewis’ feet. They were too sh
There was no mistaking the venom in the Wild Shore wolf’s eyes. Maddie had last seen it the day of the weapons trial. If having a barely trained Luna-to-be beat him in a one-on-one spar wasn’t enough to make Jason hate her, then kicking him off her territory while he snivelled on his knees did the trick. It was his own fault for attacking her after she won the match, but she had relished feeling the strength of standing above his cowered kneeling form, Silver Moon warriors at his side ready to act on her wishes. It twisted the knife that beating him had already thrust into his gut and was worth it at the time. Now, that same look had contorted into a burning hatred. The unusual glow of green in his blue eyes reminded her of the darkening sea as a storm rolled in, but she now wondered if the storm had already arrived. Her body stiffened as she angled it to stand between Lewis and Jason, her defensive stance strong, but there was no flicker of concern in the Wild Shore wolf’s expressio
Before Maddie could find her words, Jason appeared at the door, a slumped Lewis in tow. All her thoughts of arguing left her as her friend was thrown to the floor. She was moving before she realised, cupping Lewis’ purpling face in her hands. Only one of his eyes was open, the other swollen shut, his breathing haggard, but he was alive. She pressed a gentle hand to his forehead and then his chest. The thin film of sweat on him did nothing to show the heat of his skin. He was feverish to the touch, but she hoped the cold cell would help calm its intensity. “Here’s your dinner.” Jason looked displeased to be serving them, as he held out two trays, refusing to venture past the door. The smell of the soup made Maddie’s stomach clench. She didn’t know how long it had been since she last ate, and her lips were parched for a drop of fresh water the bottle on each tray boasted. “Come on, Darling, I don’t have all day.” Her feet were unsteady as she pushed herself to stand. Though a lot