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[Sylvester]Glasses shatter, and the table falls over as I jump to my feet. My heart races and my mind pulls in all directions as I struggle to reconnect and find that missing part of me.She isn't dead. I'd know if she were. The feeling would be deeper than silence, all-encompassing hollowness.But something isn't right.Apple. Something has happened to Apple.A wave of numbness washes over me, starting with my heart and extending out in each direction. The room is suddenly quiet, too quiet.My mind is quiet as well, which scares me. Since finding my mate my mind has been full of her thoughts and feelings, and the gentle understanding that she is nearby, waiting.I can feel none of those things now. My mind is woefully, terrifyingly blank.Rufus' howls reverberate in the empty chamber of my mind, hurt by the sudden loss. Our connection hasn't been completely severed but is no longer accessible. Something powerful is blocking us from finding one another without killing one of us to do
[Apple]One moment I'm staring at my reflection, the next moment a man wearing a mask comes up behind me and covers my mouth with a cloth smelling strongly medicinal.When I open my eyes again, everything is dark. I don't know where I am or how long I've been here, but I know I am somewhere new because everything smells different. Gone are all of the gentle scents of cooking food, and the subtle aromas of fresh plants in vases, or the sky on the verge of late autumn rain. In their place are the stale smells of old exhaust, and the sensation of cold concrete underneath my skin.In the background, someone is listening to an old radio."Earlier today, my mate, Luna Queen Apple Sterling, was taken in broad daylight during a peaceful outing. We are unsure of who is behind the attack and are looking for clues, not only for her location but for those responsible."Sly's voice is strong but full of sorrow. He's trying to find me."The Luna Queen's health is also a consideration. Just moments b
[Apple] It is impossible for me to know how much time has passed with my eyes covered and my body falling in and out of consciousness. Riding in the back of this van, I don’t even have the feeling of sunlight on my face to give me a clue. It’s like living in a void. And impossible, neverending nothingness. I can hear the bustling sounds of Moon River City surrounding us, so wherever we are, it's still within their borders. I'm not surprised. There is no way that Sly would have let me leave. Now that he is the Alpha King, he has the power to shut the city down. "He'll find me," I try to convince myself. "It's only a matter of time." But how much more time do I have? Minutes? Moments? Seconds? My mind wanders back to this morning, the smell of my mate as he wraps his arms around me, the feeling of his release as he comes undone, his eyes glowing with love."Please let him find me again," I beg the Moon Goddess and whatever other deities might be listening. Reality slams into me wi
[Sylvester]Being able to feel my mate’s pain and not being able to do anything about it is torture. A slow torture where every emotion is magnified as I worry about not only my mate but our unborn child. I can't bear to be apart from them. I feel an overwhelming urge to hold her close to me. I need to feel her touch. I need to smell her and know that she is real.The only thing worse than feeling everything through our connection is losing that feeling. One moment I could sense her every emotion magnified through our bond--her fluttering heart, the way her body shook, the depth of her need for me. If Rudy hadn't been by my side helping me temper my emotions, I'd have gone rogue just to bring her home to me. I want to chase her scent through the city, hunting her like a feral beast, bringing all those who dared touch and hurt her to vicious and immediate justice.I still do. Unfortunately, I’m Alpha King now, and with that title comes a responsibility not only to my mate but to all t
[Sylvester]"I have two requests."The room is silent, the sound of our collective breathing and the dull hum of our beating hearts almost too loud in the cavernous chamber. I am standing before the most powerful wolves on the continent and asking them for a favor to save the love of my life.She is out there, somewhere, lost in this massive labyrinth of a city. There are so many layers and cavernous nooks and crannies where a person could be spirited away that even with the full power of Moon River City's wolves at my beck and call, I can't find her on my own.I hate to ask for assistance, but I don't have a choice. If I want to hold my family in my arms again, I will need help."My Luna, my mate, has been kidnapped," I pause, letting my words fall around my captive audience like rain. "She is currently 2 months pregnant with our first child, my heir."A few bodies stir. They are all alphas here. They know what it means to fear not only for your mate but for your legacy. I have never
[Apple]When my eyes open again, I am on the floor staring up at a flickering light that swings back and forth, breaking the shadows. Sitting up carefully I reach down to feel my rounded belly and send a wave of love to my child. She responds with her own gentle trill, expressing her concern and her love for me."Don't worry little one," I answer softly with both my words and through our growing link to one another. "Mama is here, I'll get us to safety."A gargling cough draws my attention to the other side of the room. That's when I notice the bodies lying strewn across the room. Sucking in my breath the acrid smell of ozone burns my nostrils mixed with the overwhelming aroma of fresh blood?Slowly standing, I lean against the wall and survey what remains of the operation room. All of the equipment has been smashed, some have large claw marks going through them. Bent and broken scalpels and other instruments lay scattered amongst the bodies, some of which were burned almost to ash,
[Sylvester]The pack elders and alphas have been locked in the chamber, voting about my fate, for over an hour.My hands are sweating. If anyone finds out that I bound myself to those two witches, it will all be over before it starts, but I can't risk my family again. Never again. I've already lost two families before this one--first my mother and father, then my adopted father Lysander--Sandy. I miss him.I wish I could remember the name of his mate. She had been beautiful, her hair long and red, her eyes bright green like leaves. I can't remember much else about her except that she had been kind, pure, and sweet--not unlike my Apple. No wonder Sandy had been over the moon about her.The doors open and a flood of wolves in various states of agitation scatter in various directions. A few make eye contact, but most seem to be avoiding my gaze. Elder Harrison, the powerful elder alpha, came to me and let me know that they are deadlocked, unable to come to a firm and final decision on eit
[Apple]"I miss him."Blinking awake, I stare up into the faces of my friends, Hazel and Thorne, who look at me with a mixture of relief and deep concern before looking up at one another and sharing the non-verbal communication of expressions and gestures I've grown familiar with after being around the twins for so long.They're both worried about me. Not just worried, terrified. How much did they see? Do they know that I tore those men apart?"Apple, how do you feel," Hazel places a tentative hand on my forehead, her cold knuckles tapping me gently as she checks for a fever.Everything hurts. My hands, my back, my legs, and my heart. I tell them as much and their worried expression deepens. Hazel looks over my shoulder and I turn to see Araminta standing at a cauldron like a classical witch, mist billowing around her shoulders as she stirs something hot in a deep cast iron pot.Seeing me watching her, the corners of her eyes crinkle as the light twinkles off a pair of half-moon specta
[Rudy]It's been three days since we realized our mates are in the East, waiting for us. Three agonizing days of hearing her wails of pain in my mind as I fall asleep.But we have a war to win. A war we didn't even realize we were fighting until we were in the thick of it. We have been traveling from site to site, gathering as many wolves and witches as we can, banding together and hiding in the woods as we fortify and heal, preparing for our attack on Pleasant Valley.Sylvester has named all of us lieutenants, with him as our general leading the pack. As we move from town to town, using his unique skills as a healer, Sly has cured bands of afflicted, bringing them back into themselves.Even the witches are helping. As soon as Araminta and Harlem began contacting smaller covens, reuniting them with lost loved ones, both witch and wolf, we began receiving the open support of many of the smaller covens. With wolves and witches finally working together, we may be able to end this nightmar
[Sylvester]The witches quickly take over the search. Soon, Rudy and I had nothing more to do than watch. I may be a newly discovered hybrid, the first wolf mage in generations, but I’m still learning my way around magic. At this point, unless it involves brute force or stunning an entire crowd with concentrated life-force, I’m useless.“If you were more witch, you’d be a spell-caster,” Araminta explains. “You’re mate, Apple, is more of a hedge witch, getting her energy from the plants around her. You are both extremely powerful, but you’re more like a blunt instrument. You need to learn refinement to do the work we’re about to do, and unfortunately, having not grown up around your grandmother, you weren’t gifted with her knowledge.”“You knew my grandmother,” I ask, wondering if there is any witch out there she doesn’t know.She doesn’t answer, she just smiles and says. “Remind me someday to tell you how Esmeralda Sterling and I met.”The witches have gone into the other room where th
[Apple] I now know what it means to be treated like an animal. I knew that some humans hated wolves and witches. I grew up surrounded by the teachings of The Brotherhood, indoctrinated in their rights from early childhood. But it wasn’t until today that I finally saw the truth of it. It’s one thing to be taught that wolves are dogs; it is quite another to be treated as one. The cart they pushed me inside of was made of several cages that can snap together, creating rectangular prisms of various lengths and widths. Each box has a solid base of silver which burns and blisters the flesh until it calluses over. My tender flesh wasn’t prepared for the torture of it, and they laughed as they shoved me inside, throwing me a rotten-smelling towel from the back of the van to use as a barrier. It smells like vomit and piss, but it’s still better than the smell of my own flesh, and far better than some of the wolves have in the adjoining cages. Looking across the row of prisoners, there are
[Apple] The back of the van smells like fear, antiseptic, and now vomit. I hadn't eaten anything in days, yet my stomach found some way to make a mess of the back of this van. Between the scents, the jarring motions, and being around 4 months pregnant, it was more than my body could take all at once. I wish I were back home. This place isn't home to me anymore. It hasn't been since I found myself nestled next to Sly that first morning after my room was destroyed and he carried me into his bed. Waking up next to him is home. Sly is out there. I can feel it. He feels closer than ever. "Soon," Astrea promises. "Our mate is searching for us now. Can't you feel it?" Checking our bond, I feel it spring to life, and I almost gasp. It's so much stronger than it's been in such a long time. "Sly, can you hear me?" I send through our link. "Please let me know that you are safe." His reply sounds warbled like he's speaking underwater, but the message is clear. "I feel you. I hear you. I'm
[Hazel]We woke to the sound of wolves howling and the rattling of squeaking wheels over concrete floors.Trapped as we are in our prison of silver, we witches had nothing better to do than to watch the humans at their dark work. Seeing them about their daily strife is the only amusement we have.Except that it isn't amusing. Not one bit.I wish I could unsee the parade of humans pushing carts laden with cages, cages containing terrified wolves, trapped in their bestial forms, huddled in corners, their eyes sad and sunken, their arms and legs bald where they've been shaved and poked, used for whatever sick experiments happened behind the great, steel wall.The doors to the wall are wide open today, and I can see deep inside that mysterious chamber. I had wondered if that had been where they kept the wolves. And now, seeing the condition they are in, I wish I had known sooner so that as we witches planned our escapes, I could have planned to free them as well.No one should live trapped
[Apple]On my third day of hiding, I woke to the sound of trucks rolling through town towards the city center. Large container trucks rattled along the highway, their horns blazing.Something is happening, but what?As if on cue, my stepfather storms out of the trailer, shouting over his shoulder at Tansy, who stumbles after him, his shirt in one hand and a beer in the other. Throwing his shirt over his head, Doc covers his blindingly white, naked chest right before taking the beer, knocking it back with a quick, enthusiastic chug.“Damn it girl,” Doc swears when he spills some down his front. "This beer is warmer than whore's piss. Why the…”“Dad, you don’t have time for this,” she pushes him towards the truck. “Remember, you’re meeting with the mayor in 15 minutes.”Tansy looks over her father’s head at the road leading down to town, her brow pinched with concern as she folds her hands nervously, twisting her fingers around one another as she paces. “Why are you in such a hurry?” Do
[Apple] When the dust settled and the truck came to a halt, two middle-aged men came stumbling out, half drunk, patting themselves on the back. "Damn it, Doc, that was fun," Evan Paige, Zion's father and the Mayor of Pleasant Valley, laughs as he dusts off a set of fatigues. He's a handsome man, an older version of Zion with the classic All-American athlete look, large muscles, blue eyes, and golden blonde hair. His has a bit of gray at the temples, and his face is finely lined with age, but there is no mistaking their parentage. Zion is practically his younger twin. Or he was until I killed him during my first shift. In the end, it seems he really did love me. He even warned me about Clancy, even though it was too late. "Any day, Ev," Doc belches and then laughs when he bleaches a second time. "Maybe a few less beers if we're gonna hit so many bumps. Damn, rogues had to take to the forest." "Yeah, next time let's bring the ATV..." They continue to plot as they walk inside the tra
[Araminta] The door swings open, and I’m face to face with an angry alpha, glaring down at my gathered group as we walk inside. At my back is Hawthorne, along with Coven Master Harlem and his apprentice, Parris, from the High Witch Council. They were the only ones willing to help me find the Alpha after the meeting concluded, and I lost my great-granddaughter in a flush of claws and fur, running after the last traces of her mate bond. “I did my best, Alpha,” I snap back, exhausted from my trip. “She’s impossible to tame, you should know that as well as anyone. She’s a LeRoux. They’ve always been stubborn. Besides,” I take a deep breath. “She ran off chasing you. I was hoping to find her here.” The two wolves move aside and I can’t help but be reminded of a similar meeting a lifetime ago between me and a promising new Alpha King, his beta by his side. There was a similar feeling of friendship blended with antagonism, only unlike before we are on the same side. “Weren’t you witche
[Sylvester] My body is sore, but somehow I manage to stand on shaking legs. "No need," I assure him. "I'm fine." Rudy's eyes widen with shock and uncertainty. "Alpha?" His deep timber vibrates with fear and wonder, "How are you doing this?" With each step I take forward, my footsteps become more sure as I feel my spinal cord fully knit itself back together, the muscles in my back recovering as I move. "I was trapped in that place with the remaining elder alphas." My smile is more of a grimace as I remember how one by one they took the knee, only to be slaughtered by Clancy and Calyx. "All of them." "Does that mean...?" His voice is a whisper as the truth of my words dawn on him. "Please, Rudy, don't bow," I request with the edge of an order as I turn away and head towards a large crystaline lake. I can't bear to see his reverence or watch him bow before me as his king- a title I now loathe to have after seeing all the death such power can create. Because it isn't just the alphas b