Betty’sPOV Thatwasclose. I did not even feel my own granddaughter was just nearby.Maybe she had some aura cloaking powers. Her abilities are quite peculiar and the funny thing there is, Max does not even know. Her change is slowly happening and I fear that she will freak out unless she was properly introduced to the wolfhood andthe Shepard pack. When my husband died, Teresa was about to succeed him. In fact, it should have been earlier had she not went to hiatus. Her hiatus included giving birth alone and raising a daughter all by herself. It was our decision not to be involved of her whereabouts. She would just make a random call and inform us that she was fine. A few hours after she left, the Blacks paid us a visit and with the desire to know where Teresa fled, used a seer to make sure that we had no idea. Clay was a genius
Quentin’sPOV:I had two offsprings. Cassandra, whom I have kept a secret, was from a witch lover I had even before I had met and mated with Clay’s mother. Leticia was all that I wanted in a woman. Smart, beautiful and takes good care of the people around her.ClayandCassandraarewellawareofoneanotheranddespitethehugeagegap,thetwoaregoodfriendsandsiblingstooneanother.Bothofthemareveryspecial.Ithinkthattheuniversewantedmetohavethebestkidsbuttheyarecomplicatedaswell.Cassiewasbornfromawitchmother.Shedoesnottakeafter
Betty arrived from the council meeting around three in the afternoon. Both Teresa and Max are not yet at home. When she pulled over in the graveled garage, she was on the edge. She wanted to blow off steam. No matter how he contemplated the circumstances that they are in, it all boils down to one thing. For Max to know the truth. Betty knew that if she won’t be the one to expose the real score to her, another Alpha will and it will be unacceptable. Max will hate her for lying. She is already hating her mother and hating her grandmother will be like a double strike to her emotionally and psychologically.Max will be needing every fiber of support she can get from them. She needed to run. In the woods. Her rage was off the chart and she needed the outlet for that. Running in her wolf form is the best idea she had came with. She does her thinking best when she is in her best state. And that is her wolf. The Shepard ranch
Max’s POVWell, instead of getting dinner, I guess I will be served with the hard truth tonight. I have a hunch that it will all boil down to my father. A person whom I have never met yet, here we are, looking like a bunch of card players ready to lay down their cards. The only downside is, I do not have a deck of cards to lay.I took a seat and braced myself for the worse. Because what is worse than not getting dinner at dinner time? “So, what are we going to talk about? I hope this will resolve the issue and would lessen your bickering on each other.” “Max, it’s about your father.” “Finally! I have been waiting for his name to come up for so long. I just did not want to push it, Teresa is not the talkative type.”My grandmother and my mother was not even laughing or scolding at my sarcasm. I was just fooling around because they were too formal and it scares the shit out of me. In the few days that we
“What do you mean that I have to train?” “Well, for starters you have to learn how to defend yourself in case they appear out of nowhere.” “Who?” “The Rogues.” My grandmother does not have the flair or affection for theatrics. Or maybe she was running out of time she was ditching the drama for a more straight to the point approach. I now wish that my mother somehow had acquired that no drama trait of hers and should have told me the truth before so now I do not have to deal with this crap. “You see, a lot of people are after you and now that you are almost eighteen..” “That’ll be in two weeks.” I snapped. I forgot that I am turning legal in a couple of weeks. “yes, as I was saying, these people will be drawn to you, like moth to a candle.” “But why?” “Because, you are the girl in the pr
Max’s POV Have you ever been stepped on your foot and the one who did that to you did not even bother to say that they are sorry? Yeah,well, that is how it felt. It fucking sucks. Some people have a freaking hard time admitting the truth and in the long run, it ruins the lives of the people that gets involved. My mother. Gosh, I wish I know how and when to understand her. I get it that she did all that to protect me and stuff, but she could have at least told me anything to prepare me for this. At least, I am not shocked. Here I am now, lying on my bed and trying to fit and figure out the pieces of information I just received. My train of thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the wooden door. “Hi.” Alright, it’s
She woke up with a painful neck. She must have slept after her mother left her or she slept even if her mother was still talking to her. Whichever it was, she was just grateful that she was able to get some much needed shut eye. After class, her grandma will pick her up in school today and together, they will face the council. That was the plan , initially. She was jittery. Why would not she? The council, from what she deduced from the conversations that her mother and grandmother were exchanging last night, was not the same as the student council that each school has. These people are ruthless and leaders of their own packs. Men with authority. And they have a hard time accepting a woman in their midst. It was a big day for her. Today is the day that she will finally meet her grandfather from her father’s precio
Max’s POV Grandma is about to open that door. When that oak door opens, there will be no going back, Max. I told myself. I can bolt here. Right now and leave . Go someplace else where I could start anew. But, will that be worth it? My grandmother and my mother placed all their faith in me. They kept me safe. My father made the greatest sacrifice to keep me alive, to be able to be back here and make a difference. Bailing out seems a good idea, but in the long run? Will it make my life a little less full of regrets and what if’s? I take a good look of my kind grandmother’s eyes. I see love and pride there. And if she worked real hard to get the respect she was experiencing now, I do not think that a very confused and coward gran daughter had the right to take it away from her. “Suck it in.” I reminded myself.
Funny 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