LANDON:The presence of Jason had always agitated my wolf, and it couldn't be more obvious. My wolf despised him just as I did. His audacity to be at ease around Venita was infuriating. He should be on edge, not comfortably near her.I observed Venita closely as she nervously moistened her lips. She was well aware that all eyes, including mine, were fixated on her. I could practically sense the internal struggle within her, torn between telling me what I wanted to hear and voicing her genuine thoughts. Venita wasn't one to be easily swayed, and I anticipated that she would speak her mind.Amidst this inner conflict, my mind wandered into more illicit territory. I imagined her in fiery red lingerie, her body pressed against various surfaces on the private jet, consumed by a fervent desire to make her mine. Thoughts of the cockpit being the perfect setting to claim her, her legs spread wide, her breasts on display, filled my imagination.Her abrupt throat clearing drew my attention back
VENITA:The tiny bathroom of the jet felt claustrophobic as I locked myself inside, desperate to escape the judgmental stares and whispers of my colleagues. The disapproving glances felt like daggers, each one piercing my skin as if they were trying to tear me apart.I could almost picture their hands morphing into grotesque claws, ready to rip my flesh apart with every step I took. The anxiety building within me was unbearable, and I needed a way out, even if it was just for a few moments.The faucet beckoned me with its soothing sound of running water. I turned it on, and the noise became a comforting white noise, drowning out the world beyond the bathroom door. I was hoping the sound would keep my cries muffled, so they wouldn't echo beyond these walls.The memories and thoughts that had triggered this panic attack haunted me. The pain from their judgment had transported me back to a time when I was truly alone, facing my darkest fears.I couldn't bear the thought of coming out of
VENITA:I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my hands trembling as I tried to regain composure. The ordeal I had just been through had left me emotionally drained, and I desperately needed to pull myself together. I examined my reflection closely, attempting to fix my disheveled appearance.My satin green top, once pristine, was now damp with tears. My eyes were red and swollen, an unacceptable look that betrayed the composed image I was expected to present. I was a mess.As I wiped away the remnants of my breakdown, I suddenly heard buzzes that sounded like a light bulb malfunctioning and then low whispers followed. It was so close as if I sat in the midst of those murmuring. Landon's voice was the next thing I heard and it was clear as if he was outside the bathroom. Jason wanted to come after me but Landon sounded strangely nonchalant, which left me baffled. Did he hold some deep-seated grudge against me? Was that the reason for his apparent indifference to my distress?What pu
LANDON:As the shifting process continued for her, my own battle raged within. It was a torturous struggle, a clash between my human consciousness and the primal instincts of the wolf I shared a body. I couldn't escape the cacophony of pain and fear, both hers and mine. The internal upheaval was enough to make me sweat, despite the coolness of the air-conditioned jet."Why are you blaming me? I didn't cause this. It was Jason. Go fight him and not me," I scolded, my words a feeble attempt to reason with the beast within me. I could feel my wolf's anger and frustration and it was a dangerous cocktail that threatened to engulf me."You triggered it," he howled back at me, his voice a relentless echo of my own inner fight.If we were separate entities, the volatile creature within me might have lunged at my throat or wreaked havoc on my physical self. The only saving grace was that we were inextricably linked, and I couldn't entirely dissociate from the force that sought to dominate my b
LANDON:As I returned to reality, I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I had come a long way since those painful days of inadequacy. I was determined to continue showing my worth, not only to my parents, the council, and my pack but most importantly, to myself. Now, I didn't have to prove anything to anyone.The atmosphere inside the jet had taken a disconcerting turn. The waffle that Vivien had clumsily spilled on Jason and me wasn't just a regular snack. My instincts screamed that something else was at play. The questions swirled in my mind as I gripped Vivien's hand, my grasp stronger than I had intended."What was in that waffle?" My voice came out harsh and demanding, reflecting the unease that had taken over.Vivien, trembling and stammering, seemed to be struggling with her response. "N...nothing."I couldn't accept that vague answer. The feeling of impending danger gnawed at me. "Where did you find it? Who gave it to you?"Jason's voice erupted with anger, "Stop it!" he
LANDON:My heart raced with concern as I hurried to Cross's side. His condition was worrisome. His eyes fluttered, glowing as they struggled to remain open. I began tapping his cheek in a desperate attempt to rouse him but to no avail. He remained in a semi-conscious state, his eyes still glowing. Fortunately, the angle at which he was situated kept this alarming sight hidden from the rest of the crew.Just like I had done with Venita, Cross needed a trigger to awaken. However, this time I had no intention of being gentle. I needed him to snap out of it quickly."Leave," I ordered the others, my voice taking on a commanding tone. "Close the curtain too," I added, ensuring that we had some privacy for what was about to happen. Calmly, I grabbed a rag from the counter, knowing that I had to gag him to prevent a howl or a loud grunt that would surely follow. It was a necessary measure, even though it pained me to do so.With steady hands, I forced the rag into Cross's mouth, stifling an
VENITA:Unlike other times when I often got confused or couldn't remember what happened, this time everything was crystal clear in my memory. I could vividly recall the details of the scientific study I had been conducting. It was utterly perplexing – how had I become connected to the animal kingdom?The glowing eyes, the sharp fangs, the growing claws, the sensation of bones shifting and breaking, and the sudden appearance of fur – all of these things were unmistakably linked to the world of wolves. Among a host of other supernatural beings like vampires, witches, banshees, and more, it seemed I was now a wolf. It felt surreal, and I couldn't help but laugh in my head. If this situation hadn't been replaying itself so vividly in my thoughts, I might have thought it was just a hallucination.The reality of this discovery was overwhelming. There was so much to grasp, study, and process. But, right now, I was simply too tired, confused, and emotionally drained. I was thankful to find my
VENITA:I took a leisurely sip of wine, giving Jason the space to respond. I could see that my question had an impact on him, and I didn't want to press too hard.He reached for his table, accidentally dropping his glass. Despite the mishap, Jason met my gaze with a smile. "I didn't know them personally, but my company benefited from their good work. Or, at least, my parents kept the company alive.""I don't understand what you're implying," I admitted, genuinely puzzled by his revelation."You see, Mr. and Mrs. Lowell were well-known in virus analysis. At one point, my parents' company got infected, and it resulted in the deaths of five staff members. They tried various scientists to solve the issue, but none proved efficient until your parents took over. They identified the virus and even created a cure. My father wouldn't stop talking about the incident. He insisted that your parents kept him and my mom alive," Jason chuckled, his gaze drifting to his palm as if recalling a fond me