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[Apple]The door to the van flies open.“WITCH!!!” Zion is screaming, his hand pointing, his face bright red as he gasps for air between shouts. “DEMON!!”I turn, expecting him to be staring at my glowing hands now burning with sparkling fire. But he isn’t, he’s staring at the figure in the doorway.A tall young man in a black leather coat glares at Zion with unflinching hate. His auburn hair floats around his ears, held aloft by the power flowing through him, glowing brightly through his skin.Hawthorne Sparks, my best friend’s brother, now stands between me and my captor as he enters the back of the van, his fingers aglow with a vibrant violet flame.His lips twist into a snarl as he leans over Zion. “That’s right, Asshole. I’m a witch and you’re just a wee bitty human who messed with the wrong mage.”In a flash of light, the fire surrounding Thorne’s hand leaps from him into Zion’s chest. It sizzles as it grows across his chest, stretching to cover his body and coating it like a bla
[Apple]A sharp pain pierces my heart as an overwhelming feeling of loss takes over my senses.“No,” I press my forehead against the door. I can feel my connection to my mate waver and the sudden loss of that connection catches my breath. “Sly. SLY!!”“Calm down, Apple,” Thorne places a hand on my back and I shake it off, angry and confused. Why did he trap me here? He knew I needed to get home. I need Sly like I need air and sunlight.Not just want. Need.“Damn it!” I cry, cursing. Stupid, stupid Apple. Why did I wander off?Now I might never make it back again.Pressing my hands against the door, I struggle to open it, but it’s no use. It isn’t just locked, I realize as a zap of magic travels up my arm, it’s enchanted.Pressing my face against the cool wood, I hear a lone wolf crying in the distance.“Please, Thorne, this isn’t funny,” I try to sound strong and tough, although inside my heart is breaking. “Let’s just head back.”“Like I said,” Thorne walks away from me, moving toward
[Apple]“Yes,” Thorne, swallows hard as he gazes at me so intensely I can see a storm larger than the one outside swirling inside of his large, hazel eyes. “A simple press of the lips. It doesn’t need to be more than that. I just want to feel, for a small moment, what we could have been like together.” He makes it sound innocent and friendly, but as he holds me in his arms, his face so close that I can count each of his eyelashes, it feels like a betrayal of my mate bond. And a betrayal of our friendship.“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I insist, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t want to change things between us. You’re my friend. You’re like a brother I…”He flinches at the word "brother" but rediscovers his grin as he lines his body up perfectly with mine. “You’re probably right,” Thorne agrees ruefully as he pulls me in even closer. “And yet…” His lips are soft as they brush against mine in not quite a kiss, just the slight touch of skin to skin. I try to pull m
[Sylvester][Earlier that evening]Something inside of me snaps, and with it, so do my silver chains.Screaming in pain and heartbreak, my wolf tears free of my body, leaving my clothes a tattered mess on the floor of the closet where I’ve been imprisoned.Voices just outside the door rumble into the room like nonsense laced with fear. “He’s free,” a man in the room shouts as I break through the wood. “Dear Goddess, he’s huge!”Tilting back my head I howl.I need to find my mate. Her pain and fear are pushing me past my usual limits, propelling me forward, burning the poison from my body as I push through the crowd gathering around the room.“Sylvester!” Alexis shouts after me as she stands next to her uncle and a few other members of our Board of Directors. “Somebody stop him! He’s gone rogue.”A bullet whizzes by my ear, followed by another. Something hits my thigh and I look down to see a tranquilizer dart dangling from my thigh.Another hits me higher and a third hits my shoulder.
[Apple]The rogue wolfman’s teeth snap, dripping with saliva as I struggle to stand. My nails dig into the clay-like mud, pine needles stabbing my hands and thighs as I push away. “Stay back,” I warn, holding up my hands. “I’m warning you!!The rogue saunters forward slowly, taking pleasure in my struggle. He smells of rotting things, of failure and death, with yellowed teeth and chipped, cracked claws. Even in his current wolfman form, he doesn’t look as strong as he should, the strain of living without a pack slowing down all of his werewolf advantages. His tattered clothing, hanging from his body, looks like the remnant of a nice business suit. He hasn’t always been a rogue, and by the look of him, the change has been recent. But based on how hard the experience has hit him, it is clear that he wasn’t Alpha level when he was cast out. “Do you remember me?” he hisses. “I remember you, Luna. The way I see it, you still owe me.”Grabbing a handful of mud I throw it in his direction.
[Apple]Gasping for air, the rogue reaches for the hand wrapped around his neck, his eyes pleading as the much larger creature lifts him into the air. Kicking and flailing, the rogue twists his body as he struggles for his last breath. Not wanting to look, but more afraid to look away, I keep my eyes forward, unblinkingly staring at the scene before me. “Stop…” I start to say when with a sickening wet pop, the rogue’s head is squeezed from his shoulders, propelling his head to land on the ground beneath my feet. Covering my mouth to hold in a scream, I back away from the carnage, closing my eyes as if that could change what I’ve seen. But there is nowhere to go. Colliding with a tree behind me, I hiss, biting my lip as the rough bark of the tree behind me opens new wounds along my back. I am trapped. The mark on my neck makes me a luna, but I’m not a wolf, I’m a witch, and a weak one at that. I have no way to defend myself from a beast powerful enough to remove the head from a wi
[Apple] Stunned, I watch as the glow illuminating my bite slowly dims, revealing teeth marks lined in gold, much like my own. That shouldn’t be possible. I’m not a wolf. But yet, as we pull apart the bright glow of my skin slowly pales, I cannot deny the truth as I watch my power still dance along the edges of his wound. “You bit me,” Sly repeats, pleased as he rolls over and pulls me into his arms. “Someone is feeling feisty,” his low, masculine chuckle fills the room with lighthearted joy, “I can’t believe you managed to break the skin.” “Sorry,” I wince. He laughs. “Don’t be sorry, Little Snack. It’s only natural that you’d want to claim me. I am your mate.” “But I’m not a wolf. " I argue, confused. "It shouldn't work for me." Frowning, I reach out to touch where my teeth pierced his flesh. He hisses in pain and I pull my hand back swiftly. “Oh Goddess, I hurt you.” “Ah, it’s nothing,” he laughs. “Just a little love bite. I’m sure it will be gone by this afternoon when we
[Apple]Hazel’s bright expression fades. “I’m sorry you had to go through this, Apple, but I wouldn’t have known how to warn you about this--what’s happened here isn’t typical.”“What do you mean?” I cross my arms, growing angrier by the minute. “You knew what was needed, you even have a recipe! You must have known something…”“All I know is that Grandmother Araminta, the old witch from Haven, has taken interest in you,” Hazel holds her hands out in surrender. “She came to me after she visited you when you were attacked. She said she had a feeling you’d call me for something critical and that this potion would be the solution.”“So you didn’t know this…would happen?”“Of course not!” Hazel crosses her heart. “I’d have told you if I had any clue what that old bat was talking about. She freaks me out, honestly, and I’m not sure if I trust her 100%.” Hazel looks over her shoulder as if expecting to see the old woman standing there, her arms visibly shivering.“Honestly,” she continues. “I
[Sylvester]5 days have passed since the men with whips came to show me my place. Five long days of being locked in a room, planning what will happen next. After they knocked me out the first time, they took me to this…place. I don’t know where I am now, except that it is some kind of medical facility. All the guards and technicians are humans, and all the patients are…not. I’ve seen Calix twice since arriving. The first time to gloat, the second time to let me know that he has sold his entire rogue pack to these monsters. “My payment for your power,” he sneers. “They’ve been testing this new drug on my father. Funny, I’m surprised the old dog is still kicking.”The last time he came by was to laugh as they whipped me. That was two days ago.My body is sore, but I am not broken. They haven’t managed to make me do a damn thing they want me to do. “Kneel, mutt, and drink,” the human asshole holding the bowl of blood demands. My chains are thicker this time, made silver reinforced wit
[Sylvester]My body is cold and stiff as I slowly regain consciousness. Whatever the bastards drugged me with burns my veins and makes my head pound. I don’t want to be awake, it hurts too much.The sound of birdsong in the distance lets me know that I am still in the forest. The cold, slick, wet floor beneath my cheek and the soft trickle of condensation dripping from a stalactite informs me that I am in a large cave, bigger than the one I had woken up within before. And the heavy weight around my neck and ankles tells me I’m bound and chained. Heavy footsteps approach. “Get up,” cold water splashes across my face, shocking my already stressed system. Sputtering, my eyes snap open, and I snarl upward at the tall figure before me who is hard to make out while backlit by the setting sun. Struggling to sit, I pull on the chains enough to stand in a somewhat crouched position. I guess I should be grateful I can move at all. “You’re going to feel like shit for a few days,” the younger
[Sylvester]This was a trap.This pit is at least 12 ft deep. Deeper than I could leap even if I were in perfect health, which after a week of prison I am not. Whoever dug this must have had it prepared in advance, waiting for the opportunity to spring this trap.Because that is exactly what it was--A clever ploy to bring me out here and put me at the mercy of this lone wolf. Somehow, someone knew my reaction to seeing a red wolf and capitalized on it.The wolf who led me away during the confusion in Moon River City is standing over my dank prison, bending over so that I can see his young face as his jackal-like laughter taunts me from above."Oh how the mighty have fallen," he snorts, as he takes pleasure in my pain. "What a shame."He's right to laugh. I was a fool. My desire to see my old mentor was so great that I charged blindly into a dangerous situation without weighing all the possibilities.Seeing him up close, it is very clear that this young wolf was not Lysander. How could
[Sylvester][Two weeks earlier] The rogues overwhelm the room. I’m not sure how or why, but for some reason, I can push back the worst of their infection with my touch, a glow sparkling along my fur as I reach out and touch their bodies with a clawed hand. Now that I know my mother was a witch, it is as if a floodgate of power that has always been there has finally made its way to the surface. I was more than enough as an alpha. I've always been the strongest, even when I was a pup. Now that I'm a man, there aren't many alphas who can match me. Now, it makes sense. I was never just an alpha. I was a hybrid. A hybrid that had been powerless until now, who had been poisoned by his own mate's bite because I was far too much of a wolf to receive it, and she was still far too much of a witch to give it. I wonder if things would have been different now if we had marked each other after finding our true nature. Walking through the chaos in my wolfman form, my glow brightens, curing eve
[Apple] I am standing in a mist-covered field, a gray sky overhead, the sun hidden behind a massive black cloud promising rain. In the distance is a wolf. He is large, far taller than a man even on four legs, his silver-tipped fur catching the faint light filtering down to us. Around us, everywhere, are bodies. Some wolves, others men and women with glowing skin. “Mate,” the wolf growls from across the field. “I’ve found you. “Mate,” I repeat, my heart mourning the loss of so many lives, my own hands stained red with the blood of the wolves by my feet. “Why did it have to be you?” The wolf transforms in front of me into a tall man covered in scars. His black hair curls around his shoulders and his eyes are the most startling shade of blue-green. “Alpha Rufus,” I call him. Strangely, he has the same name as my Sylvester’s wolf. He looks a lot like Sylvester too but with bolder lines and a stronger chin. “Witch Queen Astrea,” he bows, his eyes flashing as my glowing hand lif
[Rudy]We are so close to finding Sylvester. I can feel it. I know this is going to work. I trust Hazel and her abilities. She is a powerful witch, she just doesn't give herself enough credit. Just because her magic isn't flashy doesn't mean it isn't as potent."Well she's put a spell on me, anyway," I grin as I dart across the street from the park, her juniper berry scent freshly imprinted upon me, the taste of her still on my tongue.Shortly after I first met Apple, I realized there was something special about that brunette witch with sparkling eyes the color of changing leaves—green, brown, and gold all at once. I wasn't sure what it was at first, as I've made a habit of avoiding any type of closeness that could lead to confused feelings. I didn't want a mate; I had no use for one. I intended to spend the rest of my life serving the Alpha family. It is a duty that I am glad to have, a responsibility that I cherish.I love my job. I had no intention of ever giving it up.And then I m
[Hazel]“You’re doing the right thing,” Rudolph tries to convince me as I say goodbye to my dearest friend one last time. “You and I both know it isn’t safe for her above.” He’s right, and I hate him a little bit for it. There are a lot of things that I’ve grown to dislike but also love about him. Damn it, Moon Goddess, sometimes you have a funny sense of humor. “Well let’s just make sure that none of us regret this,” I push past him, our bodies tingling as our knuckles brush against one another. “Let’s go find your alpha and bring him home.” “What about your brother?” the stubborn Beta crosses his arms as he leans against a wall and watches me pack my satchel with various spell components. Unlike Hawthorne and Great-Grandmother who are both sorcerer-class witches, as a hedge-witch my energy needs to funnel through another medium. This means my magic comes through in the forms of potions and tinctures, a magic that can be felt with your fingers and tasted with your tongue. “We don
[Hawthorne]It's a portal. This wall was hiding a portal.Taking a deep breath, I follow after my family matriarch in a leap of faith, biting my lip to keep from screaming as the chilly dark of a void portal takes me to wherever she's gone. Traveling in the spaces between spaces, the void of eternity is a skill that only witches have. You need to have enough glow to sustain the cold, hungry darkness, as it feeds off our life force, taking a small bit into itself as payment. Even witches need to be careful, as a less powerful witch could be drained dry from anything other than the shortest of distances. It feels like I'm falling forever before my feet find purchase on a well-woven rug covering a smooth, stone floor. Usually, portal travel is quick, only seconds. That it felt like several minutes meant that this place wasn't anywhere near Crescent City. It also means that wherever we are isn't a place for a common witch. If I weren't descended from Araminta Thorpe herself, the most po
[Hawthorne]I was three drinks in when my great-grandmother swept into the tavern, her sudden appearance quieting every laugh and sob with the sheer power of her presence. Even the music seemed to disappear as the door closed behind her and she made a direct path to the bar where I sat surrounded by other lovesick witches mourning their losses over cheap beer.“Come with me child,” the old witch commanded in a voice barely above a whisper, as she leaned in. “If you want to help her, you’ll come. You aren’t doing either one of you any good moping around here.” She barely masks her disappointment as she looks me up and down. I've seen that look on her face before, every time that I disappoint her. Now is no different except for the rushed intensity of her movements. Her glare has the power to incinerate stone, so I moved quickly before there was nothing left to me than ash.The powerful Coven Mistress doesn't wait for me to catch up as she sweeps from the room, her cape billowing behind