A/N// I can fix him, I promise I can fix him. I don’t care what any of you say. I can fix Jake! Dang, he was so hot before he hit her…wish he’d let me feel how hard he is too…lmao, I’m gone, I’m signing out! What do you guys think about this? Quinn did well enough…didn’t she?
The silver chains burnt Quinn’s hands and feet, they made her feel nauseous, creating a fervent fire that kept drifting higher and higher up her body. She knew silver was harmful to werewolves, it weakened them, made it impossible for them to change forms or to even regain the strength it took. But
Zayd stood at the edge of the borders, watching with narrowed eyes as Jake’s men gathered in front of him. This reminded him of the first time he’d stepped upon these lands, proposing a challenge his mother had warned him would be deadly. He’d been confident in his skills back then, and he still wa
For days Quinn stayed locked up without water, without food…tied up in the same room as her father. She didn’t speak to him, and he didn’t make a move to speak to her either.The silence was smothering, it tormented her fiercely throughout the day and throughout the night. He didn’t utter an apology
He skidded past the borders, ignoring everything else as he ran to her. In the midst of the land, he stopped mid-run, and his men stopped behind him. His eyes searched through the large crowd, finding her knelt pitifully against the dirt. She was tied against a tree, her white dress awfully dirty.T
It was time…Zayd glanced at Quinn, who was watching intently. She was probably worried, but she had absolutely no reason to be. He’d said it before…but for her, he’d f*cking win…! With a fierce nod in her direction, he turned to Alpha Jake, who circled him slowly. The dark field seemed bright under
Her skin was deeply tanned and there was a patch of blotched patterns often found on snakes running through the center of her face. Her lips had black lipstick on them, she didn’t look normal, and she wasn’t…but Zayd knew exactly what she was. A shape-shifter…ones that he knew as venomoons… From a
‘I am a wolf…’ ‘I am a wolf…’ ‘I am a wolf…’ ‘I am a wolf…’ Quinn kept repeating the words over and over again in her head, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t worthless, that she wasn’t at fault. She kept repeating the words, hoping it could save her, save Zayd… She kept repeating the
And then she felt it…a familiar presence. She could smell the overwhelming scent of people she knew and people she didn’t, and the overwhelming scent of Zayd’s blood. She could distinguish the whispers that came from the crowd too, and could feel prominently as her many wounds started to heal. A wh