Uncle Zane walks into the formal dining room and shakes his head at the seven of us sitting around the table.
“How are your studies coming along?” He asks.
We all mumble a “Good" and continue are various work.
“The Mate Ball is coming up in a few weeks. I take that since you all have found your mates, you won’t be going,” he says.
I look over at Greg and I feel a painful tug at my heart. He was the only one of us not mated. I wanted him to find his mate so badly. “What about Greg? Are we not going to go to support him?” I ask.
Gloria speaks up, “Only unmated wolves can go.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize that,” I say.
“That’s okay. I don’t think I'm going to go,” Greg says quietly.
“Won’t you miss out on a chance to find your mate?” I ask.
He shrugs, “I’m not so sure I have a mate.”
I reach over and place my hand on his. “You have a mate, Greg. There is no way my favorite person could be without a mate.” I squeez
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---Michael--- I stare at the marks I have etched into the stone wall in my small cell. I have been stuck here for over a year. The demons mocked me by putting me in a cell that is open to the world above. If I could fly, I could escape but they ripped my wings from me when I was caught and put me in this cell to rot. I miss my wife and our daughter and hope to God they don’t think I skipped out on them. I kept what I was from them, thinking I would share when the time was right, but it never came, and now, I may not get the chance. They keep me in a half-starved state, so I am too weak to fight back. I can’t die, but sometimes I think I want to. Tho
---Divina--- We are all getting restless since we haven’t left the pack house in a while and Bren suggested that we all go bowling. I don’t particularly care for bowling, mostly because I suck at it, but I think it will be fun to get out of the pack house. The seven of us pile into one of Uncle Zane’s SUV’s so that we don’t have to take separate cars, and head to a town about an hour away. I was informed that it was a human only town and that we should not speak about werewolves, angels, or demons.
“We’re here,” Brandon says. He parks the SUV in front of a rectangular brick building that has seen better days. Pretty much a typical look for every bowling alley I have ever seen. The cracks in the parking lot have grass growing up from them and there is pieces of trash up against the side of the building that the wind blew in. It is dim on the inside with the lanes illuminated and the pins spot lighted. It smells of greasy food and smelly bowling shoes. We pay for our shoes and head over to an open lane and set our game up. We decide to go in alphabetical order and Warrick has to go last, so he goes to the concession to buy us all drinks and a hamburger with fries. Brandon goes first and knocks down all but two of h
---Divina--- It is dark and I am looking through eyes that are not my own. There is a familiar feel to whoever this is, like home. I try to pull my arms or their arms, to their side, but they are bound at the wrists with chains attached to each wall. Their body is sagging and their limbs tingle from the lack of blood to them. Their body aches from being beaten and I can feel blood or sweat running down their back. Their breathing is shallow and steady like they are trying to control their reaction andthat iswhen I feel the stinging lash across their back. The pain is excruciating, and I can feel their skin split. Whoever this is, never makes a sound. Their eyes close tight with the pain, but that is their only reaction.
I am sitting on the large ledge of my window seat, staring out at the evening sky. I just finished packing for our trip to Mexico where we are staying at an all-inclusive resort and am letting my mind wonder. We leave tomorrow morning and will be gone for a week. I am looking forward to it but am also troubled. Over these last 2 weeks I have woke up screaming 3 more times with horrific injuries to my body. I have witnessed and felt that man be tortured over and over, and it kills me that I have no idea how to save him. I have no clue where he is even being held. Each time he is tortured, I have felt a drain on my energy prior to it so when I feel it, I am terrified to fall asleep. Warrick has been wonderful during these times, but I also know he is getting increasingly worried. My last inju
I lay in bed, waiting for Warrick’s breathing to even out and his body to relax before rolling slowly out of it and creeping out of the room we share on the 4thfloor. I stillhaven’tbrought all my things up there andI’mnot sure I will ever fully move into his room. Eventually, he will leave fortraining,and I hope by then, things will be settled enough for me to go with him. I crawl under my familiar covers in my own room and try my best not to fall asleep. I am terrified of what awaits me. The torture is starting to wear on me. I can’t imagine how this man handles it over and over. A plan starts to form in my mind and I wonder if I could somehow protect him by using my powers. Could I shield him
---Divina--- I wake with a start to banging on my bedroom door before it flies open, and a freaked-out Gloria comes rushing through. “There you are! Wehave toleave in like thirty minutes if we are going to make our flight. We have been looking all over for you two. Why are you down here?” Gloria is talking a mile aminuteand it takes me a moment to register what she is saying. “Oh, crap! Warrick get up! We overslept!” I say, scrambling out of bed. Warrick grumble
“Great! I go first,” Sophia claps her hands and looks around for her target. She looks at each of us before settling on Brandon. “Brandon, Truth or Dare?” she asks. “Oh, first, what happens if a person fails to go through with their dare?” Damien laughs and says, “How about they have to streak naked through the main pool area?” “That’s perfect!” Sophia says and looks at Brandon expectantly. “Oh, truth, I guess.” Brandon says. “How long have you been with Gloria?” Sophia asks.&nbs
--Warrick-- “I have a surprise for you,” I tell Divina and she looks up at me, her brow creasing slightly in confusion. “What, surprise?” she asks and looks around the front yard. Her eyes land on Greg standing on the porch by Aria and a huge grin spreads across his face and he waggles his eyebrows. Divina snorts at his antics and looks back at me. “Why is he acting like a goofball?” she asks, warily. Her eyes are wide, and she looks more innocent and beautiful than I have ever seen her. No makeup, the freckles that lightly dust her cheeks and nose on display for me to see, and her hair is starting to come loose from her hastily thrown back hair. I take her natural beauty in and am more determined to show her we could work. Ember and Milly come running around the corner of the house, shrieking in delight as one of the older pups chase them across the lawn. Divina’s face lights up as she watches Ember, and I can see the mother she will someday be, and I am more than ready to start
Greg watches as Warrick ushers Aria and Liam inside and I can hear the distant laughter of Ember and Milly as they run across the back yard, playing tag. When the door closes, he focuses his attention on me and studies my face for a long moment before taking my hand and tugging me along. I don’t ask him where we are going, content to just walk silently beside him enjoying the warmth of him. We walk and walk for a good ten minutes before Greg stops suddenly and turns to me. “Tell me what’s bothering you, Angel,” he says and watches me intently. I groan and drop my head into my hands. “Where do I even start!” I wail and then everything tumbles out of me. “I’ve been asleep for three freaking years, Greg! I lost three years of your life, the rest of my family’s life, Bren, Brandon, Gloria, Damien, Ember.” My voice cracks at the end when I say Ember’s name. “Hey, it’s okay. Shhh,” Greg says, and pulls me into his arms and presses my head to his chest. I don’t fight him. I need the comfort o
---Warrick--- It has been a week since Divina woke up, but we have barely gotten any time alone. As soon as the word got out that she was awake just about everyone she knows, and loves converged on us. Ember has barely left her side and is afraid that Divina will go back to sleep and not wake up again no matter how many times we assure her that won’t happen. I moved us back into the pack house and we are currently sitting on the porch swing with Divina tucked up under my arm and her head resting on my shoulder. My fingers lightly grazing up and down her arm as I relish in her closeness. She lets out a content sigh and snuggles in closer. Little Ember is nestled in my lap with her feet draped onto Divina. She is always touching her now. Always. (After it was clear that Divina wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, I drug myself away from her and made the long trip to the Timberwolf Pack and brought Ember home with me. I knew Divina would not want her left there and I have grown to lo
---Divina--- Oh, God, my head throbs and I am too hot. Way too hot. Why does it feel like I am pressed against a furnace? I try to move, but a weight is pressing down on my chest and my arms are not wanting to cooperate. What the hell is tickling my nose? I blink my eyes open only to slam them shut as white-hot light pours into my eyes from the window. I groan and turn my head to the side trying to get away from whatever is tickling me and that damned bright light. I feel something shift and move on my chest. It feels like little hands and feet scrambling to a sitting position. “Are you awake?” a little whisper sounds close to my ear causing me to flinch. When I try to speak my voice is hoarse and my throat is dry. “Yes?” I say and it comes out as a question. I blink my eyes and stare into beautiful green eyes, with an angelic freckled face that is framed by flaming red curls. “Ember? What are you doing here and when did you get so big?” I ask. Ember’s eyes grow soft, and she gives
It is complete chaos as the crowd tries to get out of my way. I could care less about any of them. My only thought is to get that angel bitch and then make Warrick pay when I am done with her. I wonder if I should kill him too, or just make him watch as I snuff out her life and then force him to be my slave mate. Hmm. That actually soudns appealing. I could ask Ahrimon to compel him with her bite. If he survived it that is. It’s been an option all along, but I have been hesitant to use it because demons kill their mates more often than not when trying to mark them. The blood lust is unreal and hard for them to control themselves. Like a vampire, but a hundred times worse. Our eyes lock on our target and we make a beeline for her, not caring who is in our way. We toss werewolves and pups around like they are rag dolls and their cries of anguish fill us with pleasure down to our bones. Ahrimon was made for chaos and destruction and she shivers in pure bliss at the upheaval we are causing
“I am so nervous! I can’t believe this day is finally here!” I exclaim and marvel at the beautiful dress my best friend, Janae, picked out for me. “You look absolutely stunning!” she says and smooths down the sides of my dress. I squeal and do a little happy dance. “Oh, this is really happening!” Janae sighs and turns me around to face her. “I hope you know what you are doing. All those things you have told me about Warrick in the past.... I just hope this isn’t some revenge plot or something to get you and your family back for killing his mate.” I scoff and knock her hand off my shoulder, “Nobody killed her. She is still alive and being held prisoner as we speak.” She raises an eyebrow and gives me “the look”. “What?” I ask her. “Does Warrick know she is being held prisoner right now?” she asks. “I... I don’t think so.” I tell her. My confidence starting wain. “You sure about that?” she asks. “Look. Even if he does know, he doesn’t care about her anymore. She chose that Greg guy ov
--Vanessa-- As I watch Warrick drive away the reality of becoming his Luna sets in and I can’t help the wide smile that spreads across my face. Finally, I am going to take my rightful place by his side. Daddy will be so proud of me for not ever giving up even after Warrick kicked me out of his apartment. I have been told my whole life that I would be Luna of the Blood Moon Pack and our pups would be the key to changing the world so that werewolves and demons would take our rightful place as masters of this world and those who have driven us into the shadows will suffer the consequences! The angels’ and humans’ time on this earth are numbered. No more Miss Perfect Angel, with her stupid perfect skin and hair, and her strange blue eyes, standing in my way. She must be the daughter of one of the Archangels to have even survived what my dad did to her. I can’t believe Selene would pair a werewolf, angel hybrid with a werewolf demon hybrid. What kind of sick joke was she playing when she
I pull my Camaro off the side of the road and stare at the entrance to my pack's territory. I haven’t been back here in so long. The thought of what I am about to do turns my stomach and I come close to turning my car around. “Hey, Warrick, is that you?” my father’s Beta calls to me from the gate entrance. “Yeah, it’s me. How’ve you been, Beta Gedeon?” I ask. He walks to the edge of the entrance and squints over at me for a moment before answering. “I’ve been good. What brings you back here? I didn’t know you were coming,” he asks. I clear my throat and take my time answering, “I’m here to see Vanessa. I heard she was staying here while our dads were away.” Gedeon gives me a long look and sighs, “Yeah, she’s here. That girl is bat shit crazy.” I couldn’t agree more, but I have a part to play. I am out of my car and in his face before he can blink and wrap my hand around his throat. “Don’t you ever disrespect my future Luna like that again,” I growl in his face. Gedeon’s eyes go wid
Over these past few weeks, I have been busy. I got word to Divina’s father and gave him all the details. We’ve been in constant contact making plans. Greg and Aria are an integral part of these plans. I hate having to rely on him again, but no one can know that Divina and I have had contact, so when we do formulate an escape plan, I can’t be there. The Angel settlements know the danger coming their way and have joined together unlike anything I have ever seen. From what Greg has shared with me, they were a peaceful people and didn’t know how to fight and had just been relying on staying hidden this whole time. I find that hard to believe because I have been helping to train the men, they have sent to the Timberwolf Pack, and they are vicious fighters and have learned very quickly. More than once, they have mentioned Divina’s fighting skills and how she would take on multiple men at once and it was like she was dancing through and around them. One man spoke how fighting should be so vio