Chapter 1

Your whole life flashes in front of your eyes when you take your last breaths, they say, but all I could see was the red lights from the headlamp of my brand new Maserati.

I was always used to the cold because I was the most powerful woman in the pack's army but this time, laying on the cold concrete ground, I couldn't help but shiver. 

Something felt different about this cold. It was a bad kind of cold.

Something harsh kicked my sides, making me lay on my back harshly and it took me a moment to realize I had been hit by heavy boots.

A small smile played on my lips because this person, whoever it was had done me the favor of letting me see the starry sky.

If I was going to die, I should see the sky one last time, right?

The person crouched down and looked me dead in the eye. 

All I could see was his red glowing eyes because the rest of his face was masked.

Coward.

"Beg for your life and I might just spare you," he said in a sickly sweet voice. 

"Fuck you," I bit back and spat on his face. 

The anger that radiated off him from my action made me smile for a second but that didn't last long because my face fell to the side and a stinging pain on my cheeks followed.

"Stupid bitch," he said angrily.

I was weak. 

I could feel the wolfsbane they had injected in me seep into every vein in my body. 

My face was bloodied and the knife on my ankle was twisted painfully, eating at every bit of flesh. 

Every fiber of my body begged me, protested, but I had to do it.

I couldn't go down without a fight. 

I wasn't the most powerful person in the pack for nothing, so with the last strength I could muster and with the speed of light, I lifted myself to a sitting position and head-butted him square on the face.

He staggered for a while and muttered a string of curses under his breath before he regained his composure.

"Still have that fire in you, I see," he said with a chuckle.

He pulled out another injection from his pocket and stabbed the wolfsbane into my thigh. 

I was blinded with the pain but I didn't dare make a sound. 

I couldn't give him the satisfaction he wanted, so instead, I maintained the firm smile on my lips. 

"Let's see. I should probably have a little fun with you before you leave this world," he said and traced his fingers from my face down to the swell of my breasts to my stomach.

I was paralyzed with pain that I couldn't move. 

I just lay there, waiting for death as my mind played back to earlier that evening.

"Andrea, do you really have to go? You only just got back," my father said as I searched for my car keys.

"Dad, we talked about this already," I rolled my eyes.

"She has it deep," my younger sister, Galia chuckled and I sent her a glare.

I had just come back from an eight months training. 

I was the leader of the pack army, hence, it was my responsibility to train new recruits. 

My plan to have a nice, warm dinner with my dad and sister after eight months of surviving on roasted fish and wild fruits was thrown out the window the moment I got his text message.

"Don't you want to spend time with your old man? Don't you love me anymore?" My dad asked, pulling the emotional blackmail card.

"Not working," I said in a flat tone. "I'll be back after dinner. Don't wait up for me," I said and placed a kiss on his balding head. "Bye, stink," I called out to my younger sister.

"Use protection," she yelled and from my peripheral vision, I saw my dad sending a throw pillow her way, hitting her square on the face.

Well-deserved.

I got to the parking lot and entered my Maserati that had cost me an arm and I turned on the engine and it purred to life.

"I missed you too, baby," I cooed and looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror.

My jet black hair was in a high ponytail and some loose strands framed my soft features. 

My baby blue eyes shone brightly and I sighed in contentment as I pulled out of the parking lot of my father's mansion.

My father didn't hold any prestigious position in the pack but he was well-respected because of his wealth and my position as the leader of the pack's army.

My mother had died few years after giving birth to Galia and even though we were two years apart, we had very different personalities. 

While I was strict and uptight, she was more easygoing and even though I didn't show it, I loved her to the ends of the earth and would do anything for her.

My phone in the passenger seat pinged, pulling me out of memory lane and I felt around for it.

"Can't wait to see you tonight, baby," the text message read and a wide grin covered my face.

Today was our fifth year anniversary and my boyfriend, the pack's beta had planned something special. 

At 23, I hadn't found my mate and Jason and I had planned to mark each other when I come back and I couldn't be any happier.

"What if he wants to propose?" I asked my wolf excitedly.

"I don't know, Andrea. Something isn't right," she muttered. 

I noticed she had been feeling down all day but I narrowed it down to the fact that she was worn out from all the rigorous trainings.

Ignoring her, I put a smile on my face. I wasn't about to let any negative energy ruin what was probably going to be the best night of my life.

Just as I was about to make a turn to the venue, my car was hit harshly and thrown to the side of the road and just as I stepped out to inspect the damage done on my car, wolfsbane was injected into my back. 

The person was as fast as lightning so I wasn't quick enough to give a counter attack, which led to my current position.

The last thing I remembered before a sharp claw dug into my chest, pulling my heart out of ribcage was hearing an oddly familiar voice and it wasn't the man I was interacting with earlier.

It was someone else.

Someone I was certain I knew.

"Goodbye Andrea."