Max’s POV: I am Maxine Teresa Shepard-Black. My parents are Teresa Elizabeth Shepard and Constantine Clayton Black. I think, my grandparents like the fact that my parents have two names so when I was born, i was named with two names too. Mom never used her second name and dad was , I was informed better known to his peers as Constantine. Only my mother and the closest of friends call him Clay or Clayton. My grandmother is a widower with only one child, that was my mom. However, grandfather was a controversial person in the wolf world. She and grandmother were both very influential but Quentin Black is a on different level. From what I have heard, he had strings of women and had a number of offspring. I have seen him once. My uncle, the beta of the Black pack.
“Father, was this true?” Borris barged in at Quentin’s study without knocking. Quentin did not seemed surprised. He knew that this reaction will come any time. Only he did not think that it would come late that night. “That you are a mannerless creature? Yes. You do not know how to knock.” He face turned scarlet. No matter how old he is now, Quentin still scolds him like he was a child incapable of making decisions himself. “I apologize. I was informed that the Shepards are now under your care.” “True. “ His father nodded but did not bother to give him a glance. He was reading from an old book. “Why?” “Why do you care so much?” “First, the girl--” “That girl is my grand daughter, she is your niece and she has a name. Secondly,” Finally
The following day, I was informed by a knock on the door that I had to train. No body said that rest was not happening here in the villa after what had occurred. Mom and grandma was given rooms of their own in the villa. Though, I was reluctant to let them sleep else where and because the room I have is bigger than the floor area of our burned house---I was adamant that we share a room. My grandfather won’t hear any of it. Instead, he gave them two separate rooms and Elsa explained to me that I had to agree or it was her job and her neck on the line if I continue to be uncooperative. Quentin Black was unreasonable and often gets his way.“Okay, I will be down shortly.” I said that even though my eyes were half closed and as I snuggled more to the warmth of my bed covers.This is worse than getting ready for school on winters.The struggle was really real.“Miss Max, please.”Elsa was sti
“This must be a prank.” Max said disbelievingly. Her mother is a wonderful person. Despite their differences growing up, she had high respects for the kind of person her mother is. Teresa is many things but definitely not a warrior. She remembers seeing her mother cry over a dead bunny when she was eight. And now they wanted her to take the joke seriously. What kind of shroom did they had? Teresa never got involved in neighbor brawls even if they had a very annoying neighbor before who liked to play a blasting hardcore music at one in the morning. Their other neighbors would go out in their pajamas to throw a tantrum or demand that the volume be turned down. Her mom did not participate in any. She was never issued a ticket, which was very rare in Manhattan. In other words, Maxine did not see her mother fit to be a teacher for her.
“Why are you like that?” Zayn asked Hesther as they walked towards the designated arena. In total there were more or less twenty people silently marching towards the dusty, open ground in the far end of the Black estate. All of them were wearing blacks.“Always glamorous and fabulous? Well, you must know that by now, I was born with it.” Flipping her ponytailed hair.“No,yes you might be all that but you are also rude and mean.”Hesther stopped in her steps.Zayn stopped too. They were bypassed by the rest. Surely, they won’t be missed. They are only less than three hundred steps away from the arena.Besides, Zayn wanted to confront his sister for misbehaving.“Who are you, our mother?” “No, but I am the eldest and we were told not to create trouble and bring shame to the family if you remember well what we came here for.”“Correction,’’ Hesther moved closer to her brother and whispered. “That order was for you, I was not even considered to be here, had I not offered.” She left. Leavin
Max’s POV “I said Transform!”Here is the thing. My mother was hard on me while I was growing up. But she never, ever raised her voice on me or even spanked me. She was as gentle as the first buds of spring. Her yelling at me made me jump in place. They say that there is always a first time,well, this is my first time.Standing in front of me now is a white wolf. Magnificent in all her fours. Zayn and Hesther had also transformed and I know at the back of my head that those two were waiting eagerly if I could pull out a transformation like I did yesterday. I want to tell them that maybe it was beginners luck yesterday and my luck could have just reached its end the same day as yesterday too.Zayn could be genuinely interested as he was my companion in the training supposedly. Hesther, not so much. I believe she was just waiting for me to fail so she can have a good laugh at it later. Because she was that kind of person. Vile and fake and loves to look down on people even if she cla
“Wow, thank you for that advice. I cannot believe you came up with that.” Max sarcastically said.“Listen, honey..you are a wolf by nature. Wolf blood runs through your veins. Not just any ordinary wolf blood---a hybrid blood.”“I now wish that those words of welcome and vote of confidence will help me stop my mother from shredding me.”Max took a couple of steps inadvertently backwards because her mother is slowly advancing. Teresa was taking her time. Giving Max all the time in the wold to call on that power she had displayed yesterday. In real battles, such things do not take place. Fighting is a swift and often unbelievable. Wolves have the agility and the speed of lightning. Sometimes, faster than the blink of an eye. “What are you waiting for, Max? Waiting for the grass to grow? I will not hesitate to hurt you.”“Max. You can do this. You did this yesterday.” Hera was more friendly now. For Max, every one seemed to be testing her patience. Whether they were doing this for her t
I am Fenrir , some may have known me from my father’s wonderful reputation. But that was a long time ago. I have proved everyone that I was not my father and that his beliefs were not mine. My father, Loki, was a harsh God. He punishes everyone that comes in between what he wants and what he thinks was best, not for the greater many, but mainly for himself. He had lived for a long time and he did many nit so great things that we, my sister and I, Hel, was not very fond and proud of. Yes, my father was a bastard of a God and I have killed him out of my love for the wolves that was under our care. These wolves lead a peaceful lives before they were turned. I led a revolt. A movement to release every imprisoned wolf because my father was petty. I am a wolf. My mother was a wolf goddess and my father took a fancy on her. Hel, was his child from a goddess in Athens. Loki was a playboy and he was loving it. But, he waa careful not to spread his seeds too far. Oy two offsprings. He was n
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