Darcia's P.O.V "Baby…" Katherine leaned against my bike, her green eyes narrowed at me as she studied me from head to toe. "You've been very distant lately. Is something wrong?" "No." I gave her an almost half-hearted answer as I drank from my coffee cup. Truth be told, I had been extremely distracted since last month. I had finally turned eighteen, the age at which a wolf was supposed to find their mate. And yet, I haven't been able to find that one person who had been chosen for me by the Moon Goddess. Katherine was an amazing girl and we had been dating for the past year now, but the second I had turned eighteen and found out that she wasn't my mate, everything between us had changed in an instant. I had been trying to figure out a way to break it off with her, without looking like a complete douche, but I was failing miserably in that department. So I went ahead and started being as elusive as possible. Maybe if I'm paying less
Julian's P.O.V 'Dear Big Sis… I met a girl recently…and I think she's a witch.' "Shit!" I deleted the entire text and stared grudgingly at my screen. "Who the fuck writes 'Dear' in their emails anymore?" Letting out a sigh, I closed my eyes and thought about what to write to my sister or how to place the pressing issue at hand. My ginormous crush on Dixie Vaughn, the 'goth' girl that had stolen my heart at first sight. The first day of college had been the most uneventful day of my life; completely different from what I had imagined the day to be like. But when I had entered my first class of the day, thinking that this would be just as eventful as a middle-aged professor with glasses entered with a pile of books and began introducing the subject and himself to the class…in had come Dixie, wearing all black, her hair in braids and metal hoops and a dragon tattoo on one hand, that covered the entire length of her arm. Her crop top
※ Synopsis ※ Alexander Cabot, the future beta of Cameron and the most trustful friend of Freya…is no longer the boy everyone had known. Now, his wolf is close to losing control as it is eager to find their mate. However, when the fateful encounter occurs, the situation becomes more whirling. Untamable and alluring, a rogue mate so in-tune with his wolf, even though she has almost lost her humanity...There are countless secrets surrounding her. Who is she? Where did she come from? How did she lose her memory? What will she bring to the Pack? As new enemies rise with dangers hiding at every corner, will Alex be able to find the real her? Will he earn her love after revealing her broken past? Or will he give in to his own monsters, tearing his friends and family apart like they meant nothing? ※ Prologue: Just another Faceless Body ※ Alex's P.O.V "You sure you'll be alright on your own?" Derek Roland, my friend and sparring partner, asked as he
Alex's P.O.V I went back to the packhouse late next morning. I knew I was going to get in trouble as soon as I stepped into the dining area to sneak something to eat back to my room but came face to face with Freya instead. Luna in training and a powerful witch in her own right, Cameron's mate raised her eyebrows at me as soon as she saw me sneak in. "Judging from the stench of alcohol on your clothes, I'd say you're sneaking back in after some wild late night endeavors." She shook her head in disappointment. "Sit down, Alex. I'll get you something to eat." Sighing, I took a seat at the little dining table especially for the higher rank members, the table that we had been using since we were kids. Hardly ten minutes later, Freya laid out an entire feast in front of me that included almost all of my favorite breakfast items and a large cup of piping hot coffee. My eyes narrowed at her absolutely angelic expression. "You're babying m
Rogue Wolf's P.O.V My wolf howled inside my mind, drowning out every other voice in the vicinity. My vision was red and I knew exactly what it meant…but I couldn't do anything. I was no longer myself. I was no longer in control. I was a rogue. I tried my best to revisit old memories; comb through the fog that clouded me in from every direction, but I couldn't move past the haze. All I could do was watch through the fog as my wolf ran through miles and miles of woods, searching…raging… I could hear the ferocious noises that came out of my mind, feel the saliva dripping from the side of my mouth…and yet, I couldn't do anything. I was a spectator inside my own body; almost like I was in a coma. Someone who could see everything, feel everything…but do nothing. Why was I in this state? Why was I suddenly a rogue? How did I get here? Did I have anyone who had caused me to become rogue? My mind was so jumbled that I had no idea what I was even s
Alex's P.O.V "Get me the tranquilizer." I shouted at the man following behind me as I held out my hand for the gun. He did so immediately, without hesitation. If the guards were right and this was really a rogue, then there would be no reasoning with it. The best option should have been to get an actual gun and shoot it through the head… But there was this nagging feeling inside my mind that I shouldn't kill it. 'Are you sure we should keep it alive?' One of the patrol guards asked via the mental link. They were currently in the clearing near the beach where the rogue had been spotted, with tattered clothes and blood all over her body. 'Positive', I replied to the guard. 'Keep the patrol unit armed with tranqs, just in case there are more of them to follow.' 'Affirmative.' It was a high risk, keeping a rogue alive, but I had to. My wolf kept telling me that I 'had' to. My wolf had never been this desperate before, especial
Alex's P.O.V "Do you have any idea what's going to happen when Alpha Charles gets back?" Freya snapped at me, pacing the now empty room like a caged tigress. "Cameron was fuming when he heard the news. I can only imagine what Alpha Charles would do when he returns." "She's my mate, Freya!" I told her now, my voice coming out harsher than I had intended. "Did you really expect me to kill her?" "No! God, no!" Freya stopped pacing to look at me wide eyed. "I didn't say you had to kill her, but neither did I say to bring her back to the pack house! And when on earth was I going to find out that we have a fucking dungeon at the basement?" "It…it's a holding cell." I told her hesitantly. "For wolves." "A fucking dungeon!" She snapped, narrowing her eyes at me. "So how about you tell me…what to do next, Alex? Because I don't have a freaking clue! And I'm on the verge of
Alex's P.O.V "Magic?" I asked her incredulously. "As in a witch?" "No." Freya shook her head immediately. "This isn't witch magic…this is different. It's faint, but it's definitely some kind of magic." "You can tell different kinds of magic?" I frowned. I didn't even know magic had sub-divisions. Freya's training must really be paying off. Not to mention she comes from a family of witches that were once a part of their council. "It's not something you notice immediately, but all supernatural creatures possess some form of magic, even wolves." She explained. "For her though, the magic of her wolf is the strongest, but there is an undertone of something else…something that is just as much a part of her as her wolf." "A hybrid." I whispered, looking back at my mate. "They're extremely rare, aren't they?" Freya asked quietly. "I've hardly ever seen a wolf pair