Days turned to weeks. Liam continued to expand his search in the hope of finding Cohen somewhere. He asked the help of his allies to cover more ground. But everyone hit a dead end. It seemed Cohen disappeared in thin air.
The crowd cheered as he landed another attack on his opponent. He panted heavily before retreating to the corner of the ring. The crowd cheered even more when his opponent collapsed.Then, the countdown began. The crowd counted with the host. By the time the countdown reached ten, his opponent was still on the f
A week passed and he only bunkered down in the apartment. For the whole week, Cohen reminized the six months he spent in his wolf form. For six months and the remaining three months, he spent trying to regain control of his own mind. He couldn’t control it fully but it was the best he could do at this moment. He tried to remember the things he did when he was in his wolf form. He didn’t know much about the people he hurt along the way as his memories were too fuzzy for him to remember anything much.
The ground trembled as a pack of enormous werewolves led by their Alpha, Cohen Kingsley, charged into the woods. He told them to flank the two rogues who had trespassed into his territory. The rogues were all in their early twenties or younger, yet their quickness indicated that they had always been on the go. Cohen had no intention of killing them because they had committed no severe crimes against his pack other than crossing the border illegally. He intended to catch them alive rather than murder them. The Werewolf's Council had passed new legislation requiring rogues who committed minor offenses to enter a rehabilitation clinic to be trained to change their rogue lifestyle into something productive. Cohen's pack, the Southern Werewolves Pack, had over two thousand members and was one of the largest. His pack had fought and won innumerable wars against their foes, notably vampires. The pack was frequently a target of trouble due to its military achievements. The pack's former Alph
Blind spots were present in every protected zone. Only a few people figured out how to find the blind area. They could enter and exit the zone without being seen by employing that blind spot. She took advantage of them every time for her personal gain. It was safe to learn how to get in and out of place for someone like her, who was being pursued by over a dozen packs. When the place was crawling with Enforcers twenty-four hours a day, it wasn’t easy to avoid being detained. When you’re a rogue, you get a lot of benefits that you wouldn’t get if you were in a pack. She came to a standstill at the word “pack.” It was a strange word to her. If she remembered correctly, everyone was on the lookout for her at any given a chance. Some people wished for her death. Some people wanted her to live. It was all a matter of perspective. Despite this, she slipped by them like a ghost. That was the extent of her evasion. Nobody noticed her until it was too late. She kept a low profile until it was
He returned to the pack mansion with anger. His cheeks were flushed with rage. Nobody questioned anything as they obediently followed their Alpha. The Enforcers returned to their duties, but the Alpha continued to rage. He not only lost two rogues, but he also discovered that his mate was the legendary rogue. It only added to his wrath. Mira Red had to be the most powerful woman on the planet. Cohen had attended plenty of meetings relating to her. The Werewolf's Council used every resource to apprehend the redheaded huntress. He recalled a mission where he almost ran into her. Almost. She vanished into thin air instantly, leaving no record of her whereabouts after committing a crime. There weren't any loose ends either. They could only link the crime scenes to her because she left behind a slight trace. Cohen knew she wasn't the type of huntress who would leave a trail of evidence linking her to every crime. But she wasn't the type to pass up the thrill of having every pack on the l
Mira removed her shirt before her lips let out a quick hiss. A large purple bruise appeared behind her right rib. She recognized she had a fractured rib when she pressed her palm against the bruise. An ordinary werewolf's damaged bone would take a week to mend. Mira, on the other hand, was exceptional. In her situation, a fractured bone might heal in an hour or two, depending on the degree of the fracture. While the water was gushing out of the tap, she tore a couple of bags of ice cubes and tossed them into the bathtub. Mira moaned happily as she dipped her body into the freezing water. The ice would dull her body's soreness and exhaustion. Her job required more than just tracking down fugitives on occasion. She agreed to contract killings. She was an outlaw who relished every moment of it. Laws didn't apply to her, yet there were times when Mira wouldn't cross a line. She was well aware of her objectives and made every effort not to become distracted. She rested her head against th
“So, she’s a regular here?” Liam repeated it.For the past five minutes, he already interrogated the three women who joined them at the booth. Cohen took no interest in the women. He didn‘t take any interest in any woman. He had his needs, but it didn’t mean he would do it with a string attached. It was better to not have a string attached to all the women he had bedded just in case his true mate showed up in his life. He had what he wished for with a little twist.“Yeah, I think she has a thing with Mr. Grover,” The blonde replied.The Alpha’s hands curled into fists underneath the table. His eyes fixated on his Beta who just shrugged it off like it was nothing.“They have a thing,” another one added, fueling the rage inside Cohen. “One time, they left in the same car.”“How long has she been here?” Brandon’s turn to ask. “In the town, I mean.”The woman thought for a second. “About two months, give or take. She was always with Mr. Grover. They talked. Sometimes, they argued. Wheneve
Mira tucked her hands into her pocket as she walked down the empty street. At this hour, not many people walked about. Glancing over her shoulder, she knew the bounty hunters from the club were following her. A faint smirk appeared on her lips as she kept walking.She made a turn to the dark alleyway in between two commercial buildings. When she felt she was far enough from the main street, she stopped walking. Her head tilted to the sky, staring at the full moon."If you were to hunt me down, you could have done it better than following me from the club," she said over her shoulder.Eight men with guns were nothing compared to what she could do. Not that she was bragging about her capability, but she felt terrible they thought a silver bullet could do intense damage to her. It would only slow her down for a few seconds. She would still bleed if they shot her with silver bullets. Yet, it wouldn't be able to hinder her.She took off her jacket. She bought it yesterday and felt attached
A week passed and he only bunkered down in the apartment. For the whole week, Cohen reminized the six months he spent in his wolf form. For six months and the remaining three months, he spent trying to regain control of his own mind. He couldn’t control it fully but it was the best he could do at this moment. He tried to remember the things he did when he was in his wolf form. He didn’t know much about the people he hurt along the way as his memories were too fuzzy for him to remember anything much.
The crowd cheered as he landed another attack on his opponent. He panted heavily before retreating to the corner of the ring. The crowd cheered even more when his opponent collapsed.Then, the countdown began. The crowd counted with the host. By the time the countdown reached ten, his opponent was still on the f
Days turned to weeks. Liam continued to expand his search in the hope of finding Cohen somewhere. He asked the help of his allies to cover more ground. But everyone hit a dead end. It seemed Cohen disappeared in thin air.
The travel to the address of Mira’s safehouse took Cohen half a day. But he was glad for the location. It was far from his territory or his allies. He had to stop an oil tanker to travel to the safehouse. Vincent was right.
Cohen ran and just kept going. He was running aimlessly until his entire body felt exhausted from the running. He collapsed near a river and shifted back into his human form. The shift was proven painful as his wolf still wanted to force him to stay in his wolf form. He curled on the river bank, covered in mud and dirt.
An invisible force dragged Mira’s body to Amanda’s reach. She grabbed the broken glass and sliced her palm before hovered it above Mira’s slightly opened mouth, hoping that her blood was good enough to resurrect her back. Amanda ripped her own shirt to wrap around her bleeding hand and she put her hands on Mira’s neck, enchanting silently and the chain materialized. Breaking this chain had many outcomes. One of them was unleashing the demon wolf.
Damien laughed maniacally as he threw Mira off across the room. His laughter echoed into the throne room. He had just eliminated the last obstacle of his reign. Now, no one would challenge or question his reign. The throne was his alone. He had no more blood related family or relatives. Mira was the last one. Therefore, he became the sole heir to the throne according to the law. He never believed it at first when he read his father's will. His father decided to put Mira's mother as the new Queen and Mira as the first in line to the throne, making Damien the second in line. That was the reason why he decided to torment her. If she w
Vincent collapsed to the floor, looking up to the ceiling as he tried to control her emotions using the temporary mind link. He was whispering to her, hoping her to see the good memories within herself.
She was sitting on the floor before the double glass door. Her hand was reaching out as if she was trying to touch the moon. The moonlight shone exactly where she was sitting. Cohen watched her in silence. Mira had been acting weird since the wedding. At one point, she was looking very happy. Then, she looked distant and sad. He got up from the bed and sat down behind her, putting her in the middle of his legs.