Several moments of silence follow between us. I make myself focus on the rhythm of Jordan’s beating heart, but his eyes are tempting, not allowing me to look away. I'm in a trance, one I do not wish to break free from. “I-I don’t know,” I hear myself say. It would be a huge lie if I said I had not imagined this moment a thousand times in my head before. But now when it is real, I feel my heart clouded by fear. His hands make their way around my waist and draw me closer still. “You don’t?” he questions me. His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Jordan, I…” I sigh, losing control of my own words. Even though our noses are touching now, I feel disappointed at the distance between us. Tearing my gaze away from his hypnotizing eyes, I try to look elsewhere. Then I find it lingering on his lips. “If I kiss you now, will you know?” he asks all of a sudden, causing my heart to still. I am not sure if I heard him right. I lick my lips, taking in a breath. Closing my eyes briefly, I
Without sparing a moment, Jordan turns around, his back facing me. He stands silently—not a word leaves his mouth after that. I know it is time. I have to face my true self now. My wolf is within reach—I can feel it. My ears cut out all other sounds. All I hear is the fearful beating of my heart. My eyes sweep to Jordan's quiet figure, and the view comforts me a little. Even if I had the choice, I would not replace him with anyone else at this moment. He is here for me. And that is all I want then. Hastily, I take off my clothes and shoes, dropping them coolly to the ground. The cold wind nips at my bare skin, but the soft grass between my toes feels welcoming. The sky stays empty, the moon unavailable to further calm my senses, but I picture it to be there anyway. I close my eyes, sucking in a sharp breath. “Bless me, Goddess Luna,” the words leave my lips in a whisper. The first stab of pain strikes my right arm. The crack of bones falls on my ears, and I shut my mouth tightly,
“No!” he blurts, stepping back. “Why would you think that?” I remain silent, not knowing what to say. He regards my face for a moment, his eyes gazing intensely, and then within a moment seals the distance between us, embracing me in a hug. I freeze, startled by his action. “Jordan, I really like you,” I whisper after easing into the hug. I hear him chuckle. “It’s obvious. Good for me.” He hugs me tighter. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while, Ness. And I swear nothing has felt more amazing.” “Y-You’re amazing too,” I say and bite my lip, realizing I could’ve said anything else and it would’ve sounded less stupid. That’s the effect he has on me. I’m always at a loss of words around him, my mind befuddled by his eyes. Jordan lets go of me briefly only to pull me in for a kiss. I smile against his lips. “I’ll walk you home?” he asks, tucking a strand of my dark hair behind my ears. I nod and smile meekly. — I step inside my house and close the door behind me, leaning against it
"Why are we going to the hotel?" I question, stopping in my tracks as I realize I've been blindly following Niall and Riley. I find several members of our pack standing outside, young and old, many of them carrying bags. Niall answers my question, "We decided it was best to be together. Our pack does not have a packhouse, so your mother suggested moving all those that lived in isolated parts of the island here. In the hotel." I nod, understanding the motive behind this. "What about the Blood Moon pack?" "They still have a packhouse. I don't know what condition it is in, but Jordan assured me they'd be safe there." Riley looks out of place. She's looking around with a creased forehead, her feet shifting repeatedly. She's scared too, I realize. Hunters have not graced our land before. Any misery and death has been brought upon us only due to internal conflicts. Territorial breaches or by rogue wolves. I heave in a deep breath, feeling a little suffocated. There are few tourists, i
All my attempts at tracking Cole are futile. I manage to find out the room the group has occupied, but there's nothing that makes me feel suspicious. The list of people currently staying at the hotel is short, and they haven't been there long enough to raise any red flags. As I make my way inside the hotel, my ears pick up many things. Some of my people believe the Blood Moon pack is responsible for the deaths, since both of the murders are of werewolves belonging to our pack—Silver Crescent. I find that infuriating. I neither have the patience nor the time to deal with such nonsense. They can waste their time blaming each other, but I'm not going to do the same. Stepping outside, I see young members of our pack already lined up in groups to begin training. At least something is going right, I think, allowing myself to sigh in relief. But what am I going to do? Where can I go? Niall and his betas are scouring the forest. Jordan would be doing his part too. I close my eyes, asking my
For a moment while in the air, I wonder how many bones I’ll be breaking from the fall. But I land firmly on my feet, spraying sand in all directions; I feel only slightly affected by the impact. The sand here is darker and feels sinister as I take steady steps towards the trees. The silhouette stands still as though alerted by my presence. I don't take my eyes away from it, feigning confidence, but my heart hammers louder with each step that brings me closer to the spirit of the rogue werewolf I’m about to confront. Or so I believe. When I'm close enough to see her face clearly, I feel the urge to stop but I don't. The woman in front of me stands with her hands clasped together, wearing a plain dirty gown. She bears a solemn look on her face that's scarred—a long healed gash running from her left eye to her right cheek across her nose. Her matted hair reaches beneath her knees and she smells terrible. But I had expected her to be old and a spirit. The one I see appears only to be a
Several minutes later, I stand outside the Blood Moon packhouse, gaping at its enormity. I'm already out of breath from running in the night as I wanted to get there as soon as possible. Whatever Melony had done to me—causing the nose bleed and the burning ear pain—had left me weakened. But as I take every step closer to Jordan, my body is slowly gaining strength. What am I going to say to him? I had called Jordan on my way to get the location of the packhouse. It was protected by the same magic that kept humans from finding the Luna’s temple. Only werewolves could locate the place. I had been eager to be there but now as the three-story concrete and glass house stands boldly in front of me, I feel hesitation rise in my chest. My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden opening of the double door entrance, guarded by two betas of the Blood Moon pack. The duo moves aside, giving way for Jordan to come out. The moment our eyes meet, I hear him sigh, and his tense shoulders immediately
Long after, Jordan and I are still lying on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s still dark outside and cold, I think to myself, glancing out of the window, but the warmth of the fireplace and my mate are comforting. “How much has changed in so little time,” he comments, his fingers lightly brushing up and down my arms. “I’ve lost so much and gained too.” I watch the side of his face intently, but my mind wanders. A frown forms on my face, despite not wanting to let myself get hurt at the moment. “I’m not going to let them take anything more from me,” Jordan continues. A sigh leaves his lips as his head turns to look directly at me. “I should’ve told you earlier. My dad didn’t die in an accident. Hunters murdered him.” That shakes all the senses out of me. I gape at him. “What?” “I know it sounds crazy. I didn’t know before. My mom told me the truth the evening we found the man at the beach. They found my father staked in the heart with silver. But I still have no idea why
*Five weeks later* Nessa woke up to a start, gasping for air. Her fists clenched the bedsheets in a poor attempt to calm herself. A moment ago, she was falling from an enormous cliff into an abyss, but that was just another nightmare. She had woken up to a reality that was far more miserable. Perspiration lined her body and her arm was bleeding again, the blood soaking into her white bed sheets. She ripped the useless bandage apart and gave the bullet wound a brief look before getting up. Outside, the world was still enveloped in darkness. Bellpond was quieter now than it had been before and one could smell the despair with every breath. Nessa found remnants of the herbs in one of the chest drawers. Hastily, she rubbed it over the wound. A hiss left her lips as the wound sealed itself, burning as if in contact with acid. There was no more left. That meant she'd need to see that wretched hybrid once more. Pulling a hoodie over her head, Nessa jumped out of the window and lande
“Thought you weren’t ready to kill her. Like ever,” Carol confesses in a mocking tone. Cole regards her for a moment. “You want me to be honest? I’m not. Look at that face,” he says, pointing at Nessa with the sharp end of the stake. “If she’d sided with us, we could’ve made a great team. Too bad I never asked her.” Carol rolls her eyes and looks behind her, a frown starting to form on her face. “Where are Megan and Dan?” “Guarding the cave entrance.” “They don’t need to guard it,” she hisses. “My spell will keep it sealed.” He gives her a wide smile that is in all ways fake. “They might be screwing each other for all I care.” Carol crosses her arms, taking a step forward. “They should be here for the big end.” “Darling, this is only a small start,” he claims, and I understand they have forgotten me for the moment. The siblings like to ramble on and on. If anything, I want to be done with this so I won’t have to hear their voices again. “What do you think Dad will say when we fi
A rancid stench in the cave forces me to open my eyes. It’s not the first time I’ve done that, but based on how my body feels, it could very well be the last. The notion of death scares me. And that, in turn, makes me angry. I’m yet to avenge the death of those I’ve lost. Dying is not an option. Nor is being scared. My eyes always have the same view—a hunter looming over me, holding a silver stake in hand; spitting mocking words if it's either Megan or Dan. If it’s Cole, then the words are more threatening; he never fails to call me darling. Carol, however, needs no stake. All she does whenever I regain consciousness is twirl her fingers in the air. I know I hate nothing else more than what follows that action. But this time when I open my eyes, I see something else. Someone else. Riley. The human holds no silver stake in her hands. In that state, Riley is as harmless as an infant, lying too still across me on the wet floor. With a sniff, I raise my head—something I haven't manag
Long after, Jordan and I are still lying on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s still dark outside and cold, I think to myself, glancing out of the window, but the warmth of the fireplace and my mate are comforting. “How much has changed in so little time,” he comments, his fingers lightly brushing up and down my arms. “I’ve lost so much and gained too.” I watch the side of his face intently, but my mind wanders. A frown forms on my face, despite not wanting to let myself get hurt at the moment. “I’m not going to let them take anything more from me,” Jordan continues. A sigh leaves his lips as his head turns to look directly at me. “I should’ve told you earlier. My dad didn’t die in an accident. Hunters murdered him.” That shakes all the senses out of me. I gape at him. “What?” “I know it sounds crazy. I didn’t know before. My mom told me the truth the evening we found the man at the beach. They found my father staked in the heart with silver. But I still have no idea why
Several minutes later, I stand outside the Blood Moon packhouse, gaping at its enormity. I'm already out of breath from running in the night as I wanted to get there as soon as possible. Whatever Melony had done to me—causing the nose bleed and the burning ear pain—had left me weakened. But as I take every step closer to Jordan, my body is slowly gaining strength. What am I going to say to him? I had called Jordan on my way to get the location of the packhouse. It was protected by the same magic that kept humans from finding the Luna’s temple. Only werewolves could locate the place. I had been eager to be there but now as the three-story concrete and glass house stands boldly in front of me, I feel hesitation rise in my chest. My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden opening of the double door entrance, guarded by two betas of the Blood Moon pack. The duo moves aside, giving way for Jordan to come out. The moment our eyes meet, I hear him sigh, and his tense shoulders immediately
For a moment while in the air, I wonder how many bones I’ll be breaking from the fall. But I land firmly on my feet, spraying sand in all directions; I feel only slightly affected by the impact. The sand here is darker and feels sinister as I take steady steps towards the trees. The silhouette stands still as though alerted by my presence. I don't take my eyes away from it, feigning confidence, but my heart hammers louder with each step that brings me closer to the spirit of the rogue werewolf I’m about to confront. Or so I believe. When I'm close enough to see her face clearly, I feel the urge to stop but I don't. The woman in front of me stands with her hands clasped together, wearing a plain dirty gown. She bears a solemn look on her face that's scarred—a long healed gash running from her left eye to her right cheek across her nose. Her matted hair reaches beneath her knees and she smells terrible. But I had expected her to be old and a spirit. The one I see appears only to be a
All my attempts at tracking Cole are futile. I manage to find out the room the group has occupied, but there's nothing that makes me feel suspicious. The list of people currently staying at the hotel is short, and they haven't been there long enough to raise any red flags. As I make my way inside the hotel, my ears pick up many things. Some of my people believe the Blood Moon pack is responsible for the deaths, since both of the murders are of werewolves belonging to our pack—Silver Crescent. I find that infuriating. I neither have the patience nor the time to deal with such nonsense. They can waste their time blaming each other, but I'm not going to do the same. Stepping outside, I see young members of our pack already lined up in groups to begin training. At least something is going right, I think, allowing myself to sigh in relief. But what am I going to do? Where can I go? Niall and his betas are scouring the forest. Jordan would be doing his part too. I close my eyes, asking my
"Why are we going to the hotel?" I question, stopping in my tracks as I realize I've been blindly following Niall and Riley. I find several members of our pack standing outside, young and old, many of them carrying bags. Niall answers my question, "We decided it was best to be together. Our pack does not have a packhouse, so your mother suggested moving all those that lived in isolated parts of the island here. In the hotel." I nod, understanding the motive behind this. "What about the Blood Moon pack?" "They still have a packhouse. I don't know what condition it is in, but Jordan assured me they'd be safe there." Riley looks out of place. She's looking around with a creased forehead, her feet shifting repeatedly. She's scared too, I realize. Hunters have not graced our land before. Any misery and death has been brought upon us only due to internal conflicts. Territorial breaches or by rogue wolves. I heave in a deep breath, feeling a little suffocated. There are few tourists, i
“No!” he blurts, stepping back. “Why would you think that?” I remain silent, not knowing what to say. He regards my face for a moment, his eyes gazing intensely, and then within a moment seals the distance between us, embracing me in a hug. I freeze, startled by his action. “Jordan, I really like you,” I whisper after easing into the hug. I hear him chuckle. “It’s obvious. Good for me.” He hugs me tighter. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while, Ness. And I swear nothing has felt more amazing.” “Y-You’re amazing too,” I say and bite my lip, realizing I could’ve said anything else and it would’ve sounded less stupid. That’s the effect he has on me. I’m always at a loss of words around him, my mind befuddled by his eyes. Jordan lets go of me briefly only to pull me in for a kiss. I smile against his lips. “I’ll walk you home?” he asks, tucking a strand of my dark hair behind my ears. I nod and smile meekly. — I step inside my house and close the door behind me, leaning against it