One month ago Five months. Five months I’d been searching for Eli Gunnar and I finally have him cornered. He’s wily, I’ll give him that, but he won’t get away from me this time. I’m sitting outside a seedy hotel off of Interstate-10 in fucking No Where’s Ville Texas. I’m ready to snag this asshol
Dustin gives me an update on warrior training, patrols, and rogue attacks as we walk to my room. I still feeling like something is crawling under my skin. The feeling has been getting worse lately. I had thought that capturing Eli would help. When it didn’t, I had hoped that beating the shit out of
Current Day I’ve lost track of how many years I have been in this hell. The feeding room, aptly named on my first night, is where I am taken every night. Every night the humans are brought in to feed on. Every missing person that is never found, every runaway child, even many of the individuals tha
I was searching for an escape from the madness, when my eyes locked with hers. Sebastian had her up against the wall, feeding on her while he pounded into her. We stared at each other, holding onto the others’ gaze like a lifeline. As she looked at me, she silently said, “I’m here.” My heart flutter
“What's your name?” I ask her. “Sarah. Now go, your secret is safe with me, Guardian.” She stresses the word. Guardian is the only thing that anyone called me here, so that is what she knows me as. I thank her before checking to see if anyone is around. It’s chaos and everyone is running, either h
I carry my mate to the alpha floor. I’ve been the only person living on this floor since my mother died when I was 6 years old. My father wouldn’t set foot up here again after her death and moved into a dwelling away from the packhouse. He gave me the choice and I stayed here, preferring to live in
“Do we know the status of the coven and if this prince escaped the hunters?” I ask. “Not yet, I just wanted to let you know what I found. Are you still going into the city tonight?” He asks me. I look at my mate. I won’t be going into the city looking for someone to warm my bed ever again. I finall
I’m back in hell. The screams, the fear, the blood, it surrounds me. How did I end up back here? I thought I had escaped. I thought I was free. I try to remember what happened, but I can’t. My senses are overwhelmed by the sounds and smell of the feeding room. The panic I feel only intensifies as I