Maxine Shepard know nothing of her legacy and what she was. She never liked moving out of Manhattan to the small town of Haven in Alabama. She have a rough relationship with her mother. She did not even know about her grandmother until then. Her mother kept a lot of secrets from her and she is discovering them weeks before she turns eighteen. A lot of people are after her and she dis not even know why she seems to be very valuable to them. She finds new friends, a prospect of a love life and finds her true identity and of a prophecy that is yet to be fulfilled. She is the new Luna.
View MoreFunny how I look back and look at myself in the mirror now. I did not want to go here. I even considered leaving my mom in the car that day. I am just glad that I did not do that. Because if I did, I have never known how much my parents loved me that they had to do selfless acts of love to keep me.Now, my standard with love is high. If you can’t be loyal to me like my mother or if you cannot lay down your life for the people you hold close to your heart--that is not love. Nit even fucking close.My father was now back in our life. He was no longer disheveled and he had gained weight because my grandmother never stopped cooking for him. Every day, Betty Shepard never fails to get up in the morning to bake or hunt for game so Clayton will get better. I honestly think that we all gained weight too. No one can resist my grandmother’s cooking. It will take sheer will power and on hell of determination to do so. He looks way,way better now. He looks like the man in the portrait in the vill
Max’s POVI had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy. After consuming it, I instantly felt better and my bruises and small scrapes vanished almost instantly. It did not taste good, but most medicines do not. And that us a fact. My mother left me with her care because she had to make sure that I will be given a lot of nourishment for dinner tonight. I am well aware that the kitchen will be very busy tonight with the turn up of guests and the number of men in the infirmary. They will all be needing nourishing as much as I do. Knowingmy mother, she will personally see to it that I will be served first. Teresa , unfortunately, how magnificent her battle strategy and
The heavy iron door creaked open. I did not expect any visitors today. It was my half brother together with Vlad, the leader of the Rogues. To what I owe the pleasure of an unprecedented visit, I did nit fully understand. And just when I thought that my little hell could not fit any more evil creature, a tiny woman slithered in. I do not recognize her, but seeing that she was clinging into Vlad’s arm like a viper, my instincts tell me that she was with them, not forced or coerced. The child was no more older than my Max. This girl should not even be here. “This place stinks, oh, is this who I think he is?” The girl sounded giddy and very young. “Yes, Hesther.The famed Constantine Clayton Black.” Vlad confirmed. So, her name is Hester. This was the first time that Vlad allowed my cell to be opened and for other ‘guests’ inside. He would normally have me dragged outside whenever he fancies beating me up. But , over the years , they also had developed a way with me. They would starv
I hear a woman's voice. I know that voice. “Max.”"Max." I woke up. Somehow, I do not remember signing up for a nature trip. Everything that I see was either green or colorful. Or colorful flowers that I have never seen. I even saw some that were impossibe to grow in a climate like Alabama. This is a wonderful garden. I do not recall the villa to have this garden. If it had a garden as beuatuful as this one, I am sure that Elsa could have at least mentioned its existence to me. It had beautiful gardens and landscapes but it was nothing compared to this. All that is missing is good book and a hammock. Ah. My flesh seemed so light and free. Damn, I was wearing a tunic. It was soft, flowing and it smelled really great. Hang on, I just remembered that I was in a battle and I made Hera work with me. My stomach felt like I had lead in it and my throat was parched.“Am I ---”“Dead?”Pinch me, I just saw Hera. I know it was her even if I did not, even once saw her in her human form. She
Through a number of arms and legs that try to attack me, I could still see Zayn behind me. He was an excellent fighter having been training since he ad first learned to walk, but he was not a hybrid like me. My stamina is worth a hundred fold than any of these men who were attacking me. I tried to block some and pushed many. As much as possible, I did not want to hurt them as they were just obeying orders from the alpha’s and were clearly motivated by the price on my head.“Zayn?! You good?” I screamed at him while giving a massive bloke an uppercut to stop him from trying to hug me from behind.“Yeah! You?” I saw his bruises and cuts. And one attacker had transformed into a wolf and cut his arm with his claws. That was the fucking it for me. I transformed into my wolf and attacked everyone near Zayn. He was bleeding profusely. I howled and asked them to stop, but they kept going. They leave me with no choice. I am not going to let them lay another finger or paw on my mate.“Hera.
Zayn’s POV“I wanted everything that you have. Everything.”These were my youngest sister’s words and it kept on circling and reverberating on my head long after they were gone. My sister grew up to a wonderful family where she was adored, loved and given all the comforts of life. She almost always gets what he want. My father did not have the heart to stop her whenever she demanded anything from him. Had our mother be still alive, maybe she won’t end up like this. Mothers dicipline better and those with mothers like Max grow up to be better persons. I miss my mother. “She said she wanted everything.” I know that Max was behind me. Since we have accepted each other to be mates, I can feel her presence even from afar. “This is hard for you. I do not really like your sister, but she is still your sister. We will get her back, okay? I think she is not in this on her own accord. It is not too late.”"Yeah." I agreed. " She is not a fan of yours either. I guess she really wanted the spot
We were in the middle of arguing regarding my grandfather’s actions and my grandmother’s accusing him of using everyone to get what he wanted. Control over all the existing packs. That we did not notice Uncle Borris and Hesther walked in together.“No need to fight.”Every one stopped. “Who told you that you could barge in here, with her” Quentin snapped at Hesther who does not seem to care that she just walked in to something of serious matter. “and act like this, how dare you?” Quentin raised his hand to slap his tall, pale and lanky son. He did not flinch. In fact, he grinned. Not the boyish type of grin, but a lopsided type of grin that can send shivers up to the spine. He was creepy when he smiled. His teeth were small and was set apart.“Sit.” He commanded.“I would do as he says if I were you.” Hesther suggested, popping the bubble gum that she had been toying in her mouth. If bitch was a person then she is the exact replica of the word.Zayn took her sister by the arm in an
Six in the morning. Max barely slept. She spent the whole night exploring her womanhood, i the middle of her exhausted sleep, Clay was talking to her.When she heard her father’s message. He was alive. He was obviously not well , but the thing to celebrate here is that he is alive!He was able to send back a message to her!“I am here, Maxine? I am here. Tell your mother that I love her, I love you both. Tell father to come for me, The rogues have taken me, I do not have any idea where but I know this is in the forest.”Maxine bolted up from her bed, snatched up a robe from her closet and hastily went downstairs where she knew that they would all be. She ran down the hallway, through the stairs barefoot, the satin robe billowing as she moved.They were having coffee as the house staff fills the breakfast table with bacon, toast and eggs and sausages. Max’s mouth went dry when she smelled the food that she almost forgot the sense of decorum that she had.“Max, honey, are you alright?”
Fred gave me a hug. It was more of a bear hug than just a hug. Aron was again, grinning his stupid boyish grin as he watched how Fred locks me into one of his favorite form of a happy expression. Hugging.“I knew it! Max was your mate!” He jumped up and down like he would in a trampoline. “Fred, chill, it is as if you do not know our man here, he can kiss a girl and leave her hanging.” True. That was true. Zayn used to do that a lot. He gets a lot of women and he gets bored easily. But what these two are waiting for was the confirmation straight from the horses mouth. They have never seen their friend behave the way he does around Max. With Max he wanted everything to be smooth as butter. “Was she the one?” Aron was rubbing her palms together. This is his habit since they were children whenever something relevant and exciting is about to unveil. He never outgrown it. “Did you two just make a bet?” He chuckled. He would be disappointed if they did not. “Well, yeah. A thousand buck
Max’s POV “ I do not know why we had to move now, Teresa.” Max complained. They were driving on the free way en route to a little town in Alabama.They were followed by the two massive truck containers carrying all their stuff from their previous home in Manhattan.Truth be told, Max misses the bustling city life she grew up on. “You know what, I would really appreciate it if you call me Mom, I am still your mother.” They lived in Manhattan for all her life. She had friends there,a budding romance with her long time crush Zayn, and she and her girl friends were almost sure that he would ask her out pretty soon. That won’t happen now because her brilliant mother decided to pack up their things, shove it into two huge, green containers and have the audacity to tell her that they have to move in a little town called Haven ASAP. When Teresa meant ASAP, she meant the day after tomorrow. “Yeah, not happening, Teresa. After my birthday maybe, when
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