LANDON:Venita, caught in the throes of her primal nature, chased after him. "Stop!" I commanded again as I ran after her, but she paid no heed, catching up to the kid and sinking her teeth into his ankle. The boy's screams pierced the night, and I knew the situation had escalated beyond my control. Without hesitation, I leapt in, shoving her hard with my hand. She took a defensive stance, sneering at me. The child seized the opportunity to limp away while I struggled to slow Venita without causing harm. In an unexpected turn, she retaliated, biting into my side, a sharp pain radiating through me. I wasn't healing, a troubling realization that slowed me down. "Venita..." I groaned in pain as she took off, deviating toward the main road. This was a nightmare unfolding before me. She would be spotted by other humans. As a first-time wolf, little things triggered their hunting instinct. On her note, it was the flashlight and calling her a monster that caused it and she wouldn't stop unt
LANDON:I struggled to rein in my anger, knowing that the fury coursing through me had the potential to sever the fragile bonds within our pack, especially with Cross. The intensity of his words stung, each accusation piercing through the armor of leadership I had worn for years. "You brought this upon us, choosing her over your own people. How could you leave everything for that woman with a child? Is our pack going to accept a bastard child? That would bring shame. You sacrificed the lives of over two hundred wolves for one. Look at the lifeless bodies; women, men, and children whose futures were cut short because of your selfish choice," Cross's accusations were like a heavy fog, trying to cloud my mind, each word a dagger aimed at the core of my decisions. I had bottled up this anger and shielded myself from the inner demons, but now it threatened to spill over. The lifeless bodies around us bore witness to the consequences of my choices, the toll of a path chosen with the heart
VENITA:I found myself lying naked in Landon's basement. Chains bound my ankles and wrists, and my throat felt parched. The darkness made it challenging to see, and my body ached as I tried to adjust. "Help! Is anyone out there?" a hoarse cry escaped me, seeking any sign of life. Struggling against the restraints, my skin scraped against the unforgiving chains. Numbness spread, making it difficult to move. Swallowing felt like wrestling with lumps in my throat, a strange taste lingering in my mouth. With slow effort, I managed to sit up, my back meeting the cold wall. The basement had transformed. No weird weapons or wolf heads remained; it was now an empty space with chain loops on the walls. Exhaustion overwhelmed me the more I tried to stay awake.The more I sat silently, chained, the more memories flooded in like an ocean. Memories of me becoming a wolf, my daughter calling me a monster, Landon revealing his nature to me until I lost control killing...The steel door cracked open
VENITA:"I'm sorry about the chains," he apologized, reaching for an oil in the small box I hadn't noticed was placed on the bed. He massaged each wrist with the oil before moving to my ankles, his touch tender and precise, conveying a sense of safety. He returned the oil and sat next to me.Slowly, I dragged my gaze to meet his, searching his eyes for something. Landon was a master at hiding his emotions, but this time, it wasn't hidden. His eyes held sadness and pain."I will start from the obvious. You're a wolf," he announced. "I already told you that during your transformation. Why are you like this?" he asked, "I don't know. We're still trying to figure it out given that your parents weren't wolves, and you weren't bitten. Nonetheless, during when we met, the first stages of carrying out tests on you, we found out that your genetics were mutilated.""By who?" I abruptly asked, surprised at that information. "If I'm getting this straight, you're saying that you carried out tests
LANDON:There was nothing more frustrating than fighting a ghost as an enemy or dealing with disobedience. Venita having access to my basement, despite all the warnings, was intolerable. Yet, at that moment, there was nothing I could do. My plate was full, and thoughts of punishing her for her disobedience weren't a priority.Dr. Grant checked her out with Cross guarding, cautious in case she retaliated. Even if she went feral, I didn't want to see her treated like a slave. I didn't realize Cross would go for that, even though she had a tendency to tear everyone who crossed her path into pieces. Her fierceness intensified with her wolf.Over the next few days, I went about my work as usual, even granting a couple of interviews. I was clear of the virus, and there were no recent deaths. Venita wasn't infected either, but she underwent training to master herself, overseen by Cross and Dr. Grant. Cross wasn't happy, but I didn't care. Dr. Grant was always excited to talk about each encou
VENITA:Mastering my newfound abilities has been an intriguing journey, with each day bringing a mix of astonishment and physical strain. The realization that Cross harbored a profound animosity toward me, added with what seemed like a disdain for the very air I breathed, added an unexpected layer to my training. Understanding the difficulties of my strengths and weaknesses became a mesmerizing yet challenging endeavor.As I fought to overcome the physical toll of each day, the question of whether this transformation was truly worth it stayed in my mind. The daily ritual of ending with sore bones, occasionally broken, and the constant influx of information about my gift raised doubts about the advantages of this extraordinary ability. My mind has been a constant carousel of questions. What if my parents were still alive, what would they have done if they found out about this? Would I have mustered the courage to share the truth with them? I also considered the numerous implications f
VENITA:"He was present," Peter confirmed, injecting a hint of humor, "and trust him not to tolerate or promote an air of romance."I chuckled nervously. "Right. But Mr. Walsh's attitude isn't proper considering it's my workplace.""That's very true," Peter agreed, "but it's better to deal with him than constantly be close to Mr. Kurt's craziness."The journey back to the house was accompanied by the echoes of our conversation. As I approached the gates, memories of the recent encounter resurfaced. The transformation, the realization that they saw a wolf and not me momentarily distracted me from the panic that had grown. I should be fine.Pleasantries were exchanged at the gates and throughout my entrance into the house. I made my way to my room, the anticipation of what awaited me draining since it was unknown. The door creaked open, and I gasped at the sight before me.The room had undergone a profound transformation in my absence. It was as if someone had closed down a florist shop
VENITA:Landon didn't take no for an answer when Friday came. To show his seriousness, he had sent a ton of new outfits, added to the last ones he got me during our shopping spree.I sighed, looking at the two outfits on my bed. One was a drab gray pantsuit, all business-like but still appropriate for a family dinner or, pack dinner in this case. The other was a red, off-the-shoulder gown that had a mermaid skirt and a small train. I felt that was too busy for the occasion. The gray pantsuit was like armor, something that was cool and elegant and would never be mistaken as anything but an outfit. The red gown, on the other hand, was meant to tempt and tease and there were consequences to wearing it; creating the impression I was inappropriate for a first-time encounter.Landon was sexy and handsome. He set me on fire. I was an adult, a woman with desires and I longed for him as much as he did for me. If the dinner was just for the two of us, I would've worn it. A little tempting and t
VENITA:Things with Landon have been...different. Although having him back changed a lot of things, for one, Sasha starting to talk again, he zoned off most of the time. Each time he was in that state and I found him, he quickly recollected himself. As much as I would love more vacation days, Landon didn't allow that. He went back to work after beating the crap out of Jason and handing him over to the cops. Landon, as always didn't let any of his betrayers go free. He rounded them up and imprisoned them while he thought of a suitable punishment. Surprisingly, he submitted himself to his pack. More like asking for forgiveness. Something Landon Kurt hardly did. It felt great seeing this side of him. He was more level-headed. I guess that was what happens when you have a near-death experience.Here he was dragging me to an unknown location. It was so beautiful to have him back."Just tell me where we are headed. This blindfold is killing me," I nagged."We're here," he announced almost
LANDON:"Wow," I exclaimed as I made another mark on the glass, making know that I had been here for exactly ninety-one days. I have run out of everything and even hibernating wouldn't help. I threw a disgusted glance over what had served me for the last ninety-one days. Nothing was left of it except bones which were beginning to dry up.When I went back to the building, Dr. Grant had lazily gotten up, dragging me to the box that held Venita. He shut it before I could fight him off and the next thing I saw was a shockwave bringing everything down and burying us in the ground. Apparently, the box had been designed also to withstand such a blast, and around the building had a ticking bomb and a manual controller which the sicko head had activated."Of there's no evidence, then, they won't have a case," he coughed out before smiling. "My work is done. Now, I can die in peace. However, more of us will stand up in generations to come to fight against your kind. Our story would be told," he
VENITA:Before I left for my appointment with Jason, I headed to Landon's to check on things. Yes, Lanson's house. I took a few of our things and moved back there since it gave me a sense of security. With the situation, Sasha was in no shape to go back to school so, she only had her therapist and Cross training her. Cross strengthened security as he wouldn't take chances having almost died."She still hasn't said anything?" I asked Cross. Mr. Grumpy was more kind and interactive with me after he woke up from a two-day coma."She hasn't. Should we get a speech specialist to make sure they didn't do anything to her vocal cords back at that crazy lab?" He was sweaty, panting, having just come out from their last session which lasted an hour.Running my hand through my hair, "I think it's more of a psychological damage than physical because she spoke to me when we came out of the lab. She only stopped speaking once she was taken to the hospital," I explained."Let's give it time. The who
VENITA:Three months after...It has been exactly three months since we got rescued. Three months of grief and loneliness. Three months of having to stay strong not knowing if Landon was out there somewhere. I pray he was. My heart shattered every time I thought about him. My nights were terrible whenever memories of the blast came wrapping arms around me.I stepped up in so many things despite my loss. As the doctors said, my pup couldn't be saved. For the first month, all I did was lie down and cry. I refused to eat or even entertain communication of any sort. I pushed my limits, forcing Leah to search in every corner within me if my pup was still there. She always apologized that it wasn't. I lost my pup and then Landon. Things would never be the same.Since I was wheeled to the emergency room and all attempts to save my pup failed, Sasha has refused to speak. She was assigned to a therapist whom she wouldn't say a word to. I kept in touch with Peter and the companies, he was the a
VENITA:Barely able to get off the floor and into the car to drive off despite my lightheadedness, the building that my mate had run back into went up in flames.Boom! was the shattering sound that pierced my ear and sent our car off balance. I couldn't comprehend what had happened. The whole building came down. There was no way anything could come out of that place.I held Sasha by the waist as she cried out, "Daddy!" unbuckling her seatbelt, in an attempt to run out of the car. We had somehow ended up close to a massive gate. Despite the explosion that shook the entire place, we were now facing uncountable angry-looking masked men taking powerful strides toward us.This was finally the end for us. Cross was out and Sasha couldn't take on those countless guys for sure. As for myself, I was in no shape to help in any way. If only a miracle could save us.The world erupted in chaos as the deafening sound of another blast echoed through the air. Sasha, Cross, and I were still confined
LANDON:Even though we were lost in battle, Sean was, for the first time making plans about my future. It was funny because it didn't care whether I would survive this moment to fulfill that expectation. All it wanted was clarity of the path ahead."Sean shut the fuck up and stop whining in my head. I need to concentrate. You're not even helping as I'm fighting with my human strength. So, please, zip it!" I scolded, punching another guy in his stomach."Don't shush me. If I hadn't answered you, you wouldn't even have seen the human strength to fight with. So, be grateful to me," he retorted.Meanwhile, Sasha was leading the frontline of battle. She was fierce and intimidating. She hadn't fully transformed and still exacted such power. If she fully transforms, she was going to be a war goddess. Yet, I knew that I was going to get her all the help that she needed. There was no way I was going to make my baby comfortable with this life of chaos. She was a princess and her mother, a Queen
VENITA:The scorching pain by the side of my stomach was unbearable. I had no clue what had been done to me. Oh, my baby. My pup. Forgive me for being such a weakling. I couldn't muster the strength to save any of us.While I battled with my thoughts, an unsuspecting commotion broke out. "Sasha!" I called out. My daughter had been injected with something. If the substance was making Dr. Grant panic, I had every reason to be beyond worried.In seconds, Landon had snapped the rest of his binds with his already-freed hand. He crouched, carrying Sasha in his hands. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't hear him. The box was soundproof. His expression went pale and I saw his veins pulsing from anger.Before Thronesman could say another word, Landon dropped Sasha onto the floor choking Thronesman. He began to punch him uncontrollably on his torso before throwing him at the group of doctors, shivering in a corner.Grant shot me a displeased look, dropping everything he was doing to step out
LANDON:Seeing your whole world in boxes, reduced to nothing kills a part of you. Despite constantly falling unconscious because of what was being done to me, I reached deep within me to a place of darkness to keep me awake. When I looked around, I growled so loud that the doctor who had been injecting something into me cowered in fear. "You love the beautiful sight, don't you?" Thronesman's annoying voice rang in my ears, causing me to glare at him. I scratched and clawed toward his direction but the binds kept me in place.My mate and daughter were being tortured in my presence along with my pup who I wasn't sure was still okay yet, I couldn't lift a finger. Was this really the end for me? I always thought my death would have witnessed a happier ending compared to this sad and condescending one."Don't worry, I'm not a monster to hurt a child. Moreover, we need her more than we need you two," Thronesman informed me. The was a clicking sound and Sasha bonded on a crucifix with barbe
VENITA:When I woke up, my head felt heavy and my throat felt dry. Trying to open my eyes, the light blinded me and I winced in discomfort. The room smelled like chemicals and I couldn't even move myself. Blinking hard, I started to feel my body once more. There were beeping machines and a hand on my body like something was being drawn on it.I heard a grunt almost directly above me as someone freed one of my wrists to use a hand to tightly grip my hair. I winced from the sudden pain and reached to try and pry the hand away when another hand grabbed my wrist and held it against the bed. “I’m almost done,” a low, rapturous voice said. “What’s going on?” I asked suddenly feeling a steady, constant pressure against my stomach. The hand that was burrowed into a fist of my hair tightened. A few more thrusts followed, and then the sound of a disappointed, loud moan, punctuated by something warm started to run down the side of my stomach. The hands released my hair and wrist, and I quickly s