*Logan**August 13th. The following delivery went as planned, with Seamus requesting a double dose of the opioid for his hallucinogen, which slowly began to lose its potency four days after the test subject took it. Motor skills are fully preserved, but after two days, they start to suffer from convulsions and have a slight limp.I don't know how much longer I can look at all this without trying to save these people, but I know I won't be able to do anything against twenty alone, and that's just a drop in the ocean. Seamus has recruited not only his members but also rogues and humans who are even willing to do this crap for money. I must get this to Poppy quickly because my time as her informant is running out.*September 24th. I almost got caught today carrying vials out of the Larch Creek Valley lab at the old disused mill. I managed to slip away unnoticed by the men armed with Wolfbane-loaded rifles, but I dropped two of the three stolen vials and could not retrieve them. This
*Poppy*I knew that these days, I would have to challenge myself, push my limits, and even agree to do things I would never imagine. But I also knew that sometimes, we must sacrifice our beliefs and do everything to stop evil from spreading. I wasn't expecting to be part of some mission impossible that involved spying, risking my life, and, above all, playing a role that I wasn't sure I would be good at. I wanted to help, but as soon as I heard what role I had in it, Logan himself had problems letting me go alone with Azize."Don't worry about your boyfriend. He's more than capable of handling his mission alone, yet my brother and his two thugs will join him," Azize assured me while driving her SUV with her best warrior in the passenger seat."He's not my boyfriend. I am still mated, remember." I rudely reminded her, trying to sit comfortably in the back with my hands and legs cuffed."Yeah," she scoffed, "And I am the Queen of Kindness. Bullshit. I can sniff a relationship from mile
*Poppy*I requested, "Stop the car," but Azize didn't react and even increased the speed slightly."I said stop the car; I need you to lend me your friend," I repeated and gestured at the tall, lean, incredibly handsome man with a bored face on the passenger's seat."And why would I do that?" Azize nagged with an equally bored face, but I rolled my eyes at her attitude.I knew she wasn't happy with her brother's request; she was more interested in going with Logan straight to Larch Creek Valley to search for Tanner and that lab, but her brother convinced her that my part of the mission was also essential. She felt resentful as one of the best warriors in their family, and as one of the deadliest assassins known to the vampire people, she was probably not having fun playing babysitter.This woman was made of the souls, screams, and blood of the victims she killed. Her single gaze was chilling, and her quick reflexes and precise cat-like body made her a deadly and perfect weapon. Her ni
*Poppy*I winced as I wiped the blood from the busted lip with my dirty and soaked sweater. I was cold, downright freezing, but my goal of asking the assassin to roughen me up was achieved. I rearranged myself on the backseat and moaned when the bruises I received brushed against the seat belt plugs."Don't you dare to whine; you asked for this," Azize threatened while she handed me the bottle with electrolytes I requested after she took the task I gave her to the heart."I know, thanks. Remind me never to ask you for such things again." I grabbed the bottle and gulped it down while she and her right-hand man, Blaze, chuckled at my expanse."Don't worry, Blondie. Next time, I'll handle the task instead," Blaze joked as he lit his cigarette and opened the front window."How long have we until?" I asked, exhausted from the trip, the beating, the coldness of my clothes, and the frosty air from the now-open window."About an hour. So, better rest for a bit." She replied before scolding he
*Logan*We did our best to arrive at the place unnoticed, but it was futile. Andrew helped a lot with arranging our trip to Larch Valley Creek, and we managed to come in less than three hours, but when you use a very fancy private jet painted gold, you can't go unnoticed.Although the airport was around an hour away from the town, I am sure someone must have tipped the bad guys because when we turned near the mill, it was set on fire, and the firefighters were trying to put it down. Someone was obviously trying to cover up the traces quickly."So what do you suggest we do now?" I asked as we watched the firefighters work their asses to secure the area.We parked nearby to avoid detection but decided to show up naturally when we noticed the smoke, sirens, and lights."Now, we divide the plan," Andrew suggested as he scanned the nearby crowd of onlookers."You, Elmar, and Greg blend in with the crowd, and you'll start to sniff around. Everyone separately, make sure you all look like you
*Logan*My legs propelled me forward, my body moving with a speed that felt like a glide. I advanced as if the earth were a polished surface. My breaths were steady and shallow, and my heart thudded in what seemed like slow motion.I ran forward, deeper and deeper into the dark forest. On the way, I passed clumps of trees whose crowns shone with bright colors, jumped over fallen rotten logs covered with golden moss, and heard birds chirping above me, encouraging me to stop and admire their landscape.I felt something was wrong, although I couldn't describe what threatened me here. The shadows behind the white barks were hissing, whistling, and whispering. And even though I wanted to stop and assess the threat, my legs didn't stop running.As time passed, I felt a gradual pulse in my head, a peculiar sensation as if something unseen yearned to emerge from within me. Meanwhile, Gunnar commenced a haunting, melodic howl at the luminous moon. His demeanor exuded an unmistakable sense of d
*Poppy*The increasing sounds of quarreling, struggling, and shortly after, the sound of bullets being fired woke me from my lethargy. I got scared and jumped up from my half-conscious state, wondering when I let my guard down and fell asleep taking on my role too well. I tried to claw myself out of the blanket wrapped around me too tightly for my taste, but when the whistle of bullets flew past my head, I fell to the floor, trying to lie as flat as possible."What the?" I fell silent before I asked the question because the wall opposite me began to crack under the pressure of the bullets shot at it, and my fear suddenly started to give me ideas for escape.I freed myself from the tight zip ties and began to tear the blanket from the inside, using Iris's claws, which, in all this chaos, she allowed me to use. I didn't know the situation behind that damn makeshift box, and I certainly didn't intend to let myself be used as a sieve, so I decided to escape and, if possible, find Azize an
*Poppy*I was shivering, my teeth chattering, and steam came out of my mouth with every breath. I don't know how long I had been locked in here, but judging by the frosty and stiff blanket, it must have been a few hours. I jumped when a van, or rather a refrigerator on wheels, hit another bump in the road.'What the hell is going on here? This isn't a rescue unit. Who hides people in the damn working refrigerator truck? It is more like an animal transport for slaughter.' I noticed when a woman's body fell to the ground with a dull thud. The poor thing had given up.I couldn't hear her heartbeat anymore; her last sob had ended ages ago. What the hell was going on here? I don't remember when I was put here or why. And what's worse, why do the women locked here with me look like they've just said goodbye to life? I began to worry that I would never see my daughter again."Gemma," I whispered her name, almost sobbing, praying that fate would unite us in this life.'There's no point in wai
*Poppy*I stood frozen, staring at the space where my mother had stood just a few milliseconds ago, asking, no, begging me not to accept anything my own old home had to offer. Her voice, gnawing with emotion, still echoes in my head, and her skeletal, crying posture replays like a looped image."What the fuck?" I asked in shock, but my stomach suddenly interrupted and forced me to act.I clamped my hand over my mouth and dashed towards the bathroom like fleeing a fire. I collapsed onto the icy tiles, and with alarming speed, I leaned over the toilet and began to retch. It was a relentless assault, each wave bringing with it shivers, tears, and a lump not in my stomach but in my throat. The most unbearable part was the strange aftertaste that lingered in my mouth after each expulsion.'What's going on here, Pops? I feel this strange taste and churning in my stomach, but I don't feel any other poisoning symptoms.' Iris, my she-wolf, began to analyze our bodies, trying to understand what
*Poppy*I sat there as if I was sentenced, feeling all the eyes on me. They weren't pleasant, but they didn't exude fear, but cold. I felt unwanted, unnecessary, and even out of place. What happened to them? Had Seamus manipulated them so much that they believed everything he said? I don't know, but something was odd here.Iris was silent, trying to ignore each one of them and not think that we had spent over twenty years of our lives with these people, laughing, having fun, and making mischief. It was pathetic that one man could turn over a hundred people against me."Let's go out of here. I feel like having breakfast outside. It stinks of rot in here." Easton threw his napkin on the table and stood up loudly.All eyes turned to him, and he gave them a challenging look. They didn't like the insult, but none dared to retort to the royal Lycan."You're right. Why poison yourself before a duel."I agreed, stood up ostentatiously from the table, and walked with Easton towards the buffet.
*Poppy*I didn't have time to look inside the pack house because I was exhausted. The whole day today, although short, was exhausting for me, and all I could think about was a hot shower, a nice dinner, and a warm, comfortable bed. Still holding me under my arm, Easton and I climbed up to the second floor, where the guest rooms were, and I went to the last door on the right, where there was an apartment with two separate bedrooms and bathrooms. On the way, we stopped by the master Omega's room and picked up both sets of keys. The woman's face was priceless because she instantly paled when she looked at me. She looked like she had seen a ghost, and she probably had. Who knows what nonsense Seamus had told them while I was gone? I knew her; she was one of the two deputies of the previous head omega who somehow managed to climb the ladder, and now they call her Luna. I am filled with rage every time I remember her betrayal. It hurt more than Seamus's. Amanda Slone, now twenty-eight yea
*Poppy*My smile was still etched when Eason swerved the car onto the road to the main entrance. Without waiting for the guards to open it, he sped up and forced it to open. I squealed and closed my eyes out of fear and excitement, but Easton only howled as he drove further into the land.Of course, as expected, our entry caused alarm and panic, which only made us laugh even more. We had just invaded the pack, and we knew there was nothing they could do to us for it. Easton sped up and turned on the music from his phone connected to the panel again, and the sounds of "Sabotage" exploded from the speakers again. Easton opened all the windows and treated our companions to our eccentric entrance. The way through the alleys flew by at a dizzying pace, and we shouted the lyrics from the bottom of our hearts, nodding our heads and getting into the rhythm. We were escorted by several giant werewolves in their animal form, growling at us warningly. Easton didn't dare stop. When the row of tre
*Poppy*The tension in the car was palpable, a volatile mix of anger, disbelief, and disappointment. It was as if these emotions were tangible, ready to ignite the air between us. Their clash was a prelude to the storm that was about to break."That was your father, wasn't it?" Easton asked, although he probably already knew the answer judging by my face."Yes, but I don't want to talk about it. Please, not now." I replied, trying to keep the sobbing coming with great strides under control before venting to it after parking the car.Easton respected my wish for silence, but his curiosity was evident in how his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. He was brimming with questions, but he held them back. Thankfully, our journey was short, and the cabin we arrived at, nestled by the river bank, was a welcome distraction.I remember it as a primitive wooden hut where patrolmen used to sleep during night watch. Although it was not of the highest quality back then, what stood before us no
*Poppy*As we ventured onto the familiar road, the first mile leading to my hometown, my heart raced with anticipation. The sun, high in the sky, cast a bright light over the treetops, creating a magical scene that marks the beginning of our journey. With the road stretching ahead like the path to a lion's cave, we advanced, armed with nothing but our courage and determination. In the background, my daughter's sweet voice, wishing me a safe journey, was a constant source of motivation.Like a coiled spring, Iris remained silent, seemingly conserving all her energy for the confrontation awaited us the next day. I, too, resolved to focus solely on the task at hand, not allowing any thoughts of my former home to distract me until the final, decisive moment.After organizing the car in the middle of nowhere and dressing up Easton, we resumed our journey to the Larch Groove Pack in complete silence while covering the remaining distance in less time than expected. Easton didn't have to say
*Rose*The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the backyard where little Gemma was playing. I sat on the bench, sipping my chamomile tea and watching her chase after a playful puppy from one of her newest friends. The girl's laughter, a symphony of pure joy, filled the air as she ran around, her pigtails bouncing with each step. The parents of Gemma's new friend sat across the playground from her, watching their daughter play happily with her dog and the new werewolf girl. Today, I promised to look after Gemma while Amara and her mother, Andrew, again set out to find his sister, Azize.Too many things that need to be added have started to play out. From what I've gathered here, Azize is the most accomplished warrior among all the inhabitants. Her killing technique is unmatched, and her dizzying precision has become so legendary that she has been given the nickname Taipan Reaper because no one kills as quickly and effectively as she does. And that's where my question com
*Rose*I purred as I cuddled into Tanner's firm and warm chest after so long. I hugged him tighter, inhaling his unique scent, which I had missed so much. He grazed his fingers over my bare shoulder, and the spark that created our contact made me moan in delight."I can't believe you're here. I was in such a dark place when I thought you were dead, and the rest after that agonizing pain is blank." he sighed, blowing breath on my hair, and I felt his pain through our bond."I don't even know what I did during that time. Maybe I was a monster like Seamus. Oh, Goddess, I probably was." He worried, and I lifted myself on his chest and looked at him over the cascade of my messy hair."Don't do that." I shook my head and held his face, leaning down, "Don't compare yourself to that man. You are not him." I denied it and leaned lower to kiss his cheeks, "You were not yourself gently. Whatever you did, they made you do this. He. That Alpha lied to you to make you believe I was dead and used yo
*Poppy*I ran without looking back. Luckily, I hadn't decided on any uncomfortable heels but ankle boots with a light heel. Thanks to this, I could quickly move between the thick bushes and the thorny undergrowth of the forest. My heart was pounding as I heard the sounds of cutting metal from behind me. I knew our transport was ruined, and my route to the Larch Groove Pack had become complicated.'Speed up, or let me run. He's already changed.' Iris urged me, ready to transform and run her fast dash towards safety.The problem was that I didn't want to change into Iris. I didn't know Easton very well, but I knew enough from Logan to know that his brother could get furious when provoked and take full advantage of it. He never said anything wrong about him to me, but I guessed that this seemingly calm man could turn into an uncontrollable beast when provoked. I sped up and turned left, hoping to find civilization to hide from him there.I know from history, stories, and teachings pass