...Wynter's POV...After Alpha Xander left, I was left standing there alone. I crumbled to my knees, not able to keep my tears locked away any longer. It felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. I had to decide between Darius and my pack. It was a decision I never thought I would ever have to make. But I knew their fates rested in my hands. I had no choice but to accept Alpha Xander's command. As much as I hated myself for it, I couldn't risk the lives of my pack members. They each had helped me in so many ways. The least I could do is protect them.This was something I could control. If anything happened to them, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Regardless of what happened, I would know that they died because of me. Their deaths would be on my hands. If there was any way to prevent it, then it meant that I had no other option. I had to stay away from Darius.I hated what I was about to do, but I had no choice. There was no other option. As Alpha Xander stated, he had
It's been a few days since I last saw Darius. Part of me knows that I'll never see him again. However, a large part of me desperately wants to see him again. It's that part of me that keeps me sane each day. Hopeful of our future together.A wise person once said, if we don't have hope, we have nothing at all. So until something changes, I will continue to hold onto any fragment of hope I can get. Even though Darius and I had kept to our agreement and stayed away from each other, I wanted to take extra precautions, which is why I had my pack move. Alpha Xander knew where we had been staying, so it was time to find a new home. A home where we wouldn't have to look over our shoulders in constant fear. While I didn't want to worry my pack members, I couldn't bring myself to always be on guard, worried that Alpha Xander would fail to be true to his word and come after my pack regardless. I barely slept anymore. I was always on guard. With my advanced hearing, I would know right away if
When I wake up, it's as if I've had the most horrible nightmare I've ever had. I begin to remember fragments of it. My pack being slaughtered, losing myself to the dark side, as I killed Alpha Xander's soldier. As I choked the breath out of Darius. The last part makes my eyes shoot out wide. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" I shout. I search around frantically for Darius. I see him lying on the ground next to me."NO!" I scream out in sheer horror. I can't believe I did this. I killed him—the only one to ever show me what true love was like. I killed him. And all he tried to do was stop me. I fall to the ground, placing my head in between my knees."NO!" I shout once more, in complete despair."This can't be happening! What have I done?" I question."Wynter?" I hear a faint sound behind me but take no notice of it. I begin to sob. Not only have I lost my friends and family, but Darius as well.I don't know how I can go on after this."Wynter?" I hear someone call to me once more.I look up
"You heard me. I said, have you ever tried?" He repeats.I frown my brows at him. What the hell is he on about."Who the hell would? Do you even hear yourself right now? Why would I drink blood? I'm not a vampire!" I shout out."Prove it." He spits at me."How? How the hell do you want me to prove that I'm not a vampire." I question.Alpha Xander reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vial."What is that?" I question."Nothing to be concerned about unless you're a vampire." He states.He holds the vial out towards me."What do you want me to do with that?" I ask."If I'm correct, and you're in fact, a tribrid, then the very liquid within this vial would burn your skin upon contact. However, if you truly are just a hybrid, like you say you are, then nothing will happen." He calmly states.Curiosity gets the better of me as I find myself reaching over to grab the vial with my empty hand."How do I know this isn't a trick?" I ask."You have your reasons to mistrust me, but conside
... Four Years Later......Darius POV...I was growing restless. I'm turning sixteen in less than a month, and I could already feel my wolf getting anxious. I was looking forward to being able to shift for the first time. My sixteenth birthday was going to be amazing. It would be the first time to meet my wolf, but it was also the day in which I could begin to learn who my mate was. I found myself conflicted over the last part. The strange thing was, I had no idea why. I have an inner desire to meet her, but I also had this need to move on without her. I didn't know why I was like this. I had always thought that I would be one of those love-sick wolves that desperately searched for their true mate. I had grown up being told by the elders how special our mates really were. So why did I not want to meet her? I was so confused. It was as if part of me was telling me to choose my own mate, while a small part of me fought against the very idea of it. I wish that once I have my wolf, that
In just two minutes, my life will forever change. 'One minute and forty-eight seconds...' I think to myself as I look at the watch on my wrist.'One minute and twenty-six seconds..' I say in my mind, counting the time down.I strip out of the remainder of my clothes and place them in a bag at the base of the tree. I take my watch off and place it on top of my clothes.I can feel the cool air breeze over my body, sending chills throughout. However, with my wolf genes, I don't get irritated by the cold. Rather the cool air is simply refreshing. Wolves typically run hot, much hotter than a normal human anyways. So the cool air was much appreciated.I could tell the time had finally come, as I felt every bone in my body come to attention. It was as if my entire body had gone on high alert. I could feel everything inside me burn. It was as if acid was running through my veins. I collapsed to the ground, my knees on the ground as my face bent down. As I tried to compose myself. I focused o
It's been two months since my sixteenth birthday. I wish I could say that my restlessness died once I met my wolf; however, that never happened. If anything, it almost made things worse.Ever since my wolf revealed that I had already found my mate, my thoughts soon became flooded, wanting to know where she was. She looked younger than me by about four years, which would mean that she wouldn't know about the mate bond. However, one thing plagued my mind. The necklace. It was a gesture that a lover would do. Not just a good friend.I'm friends with many of the pack wolves. However, there isn't anyone that I would ever go to the extent of making such a special gift for. That doesn't make me a cold person. Rather, I would get my friends something simple. A toy or item that they had desired, perhaps a dinner out, or hosting a party. Not once would I get them a gift that came directly from my heart.Which would only mean one thing. She must know who we are.'But how's that possible?' I ask
"Bleh!" I shout as the foreign liquid begins to burn my throat. Sticking my tongue out in disgust. It was so strong that I'm sure my face resembled someone that took a shot of screech for the first time. "What the hell was that?" I ask."Does it even matter?" He asks.Honestly, probably not. If anything, I don't think I even want to know what exactly that was. "Whatever. But I don't feel any different." I say."I thought you said that it should help recover some of my memories." I said.He looks at me curiously. It also seems that he's just as confused as me as to why this didn't work."Hmm." The man suddenly turns away from me and grabs a large book from under the counter. My eyes continue to follow his every move, not sure what to expect next."Mhmm... Hmm... Huh..." The man says, mumbling to himself. I see an expression of surprise cross his brows. However, he carefully switches his face to appear as if nothing's wrong. Making me curious as to what he was thinking then.After a