I did not need Teresa to drive me to school today. When I first came to Haven, I had noticed that they love their bikes here. I saw a bike in the shed that morning, right after I finished dressing up for school. It might be my grandmother’s but it was fashioned to be too young for her. I went down to seek permission if I could use it today and if it was still in good shape. I went down to the kitchen and overheard them once again.
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Teresa’sPOVIwasonceyoungandgullible.Likemydaughternow,Iwasoncestubborn.Thepackwebelongwasapowerfuloneandhighlyrespectedamongthesevenpacks.MyfatherwastheAlphaandIwasgroomedtobethenext.Ididnotlikebeingawolf.Idespisedit.Butunlikemydaughter,Iwasinformedofouroriginataveryyoungage.IkneweverythingaboutitandIgrewupwithlikemindedpeople.IgrewupinHaven.Havenisawolf-populated&n
Teresa’sPOVI found money in the bag and the first thing that I looked for was for a place to stay. I also found a small convenience store where I parked the car that Clay gave me. I was not familiar with Manhattan but it was the city I was supposed to go. It was Clay’s wish that I end up here. I had to get some toiletries and food. I was starving.Igotmyself,atoothbrush,toothpaste,achangeofunderwearandsomeclothestochangeinto.Iwalkedsomemore,clutchingthesatchelsotightasitonlywasthesolereminderofClaytonforus.Isawasmallhotelandwalkedin.Thereceptionistwasasourmanthatdidnotknow&n
Cassandra’s POV Our father, Wuentin Wesley Black is an unfaithful Alpha. He had kept a string of women for his entertainment while his mate was not yet found. He found, Clayton’s mother later in life. He first met my mother who was not a wolf but of a witch decendancy. I was their love child. A cross breed of a lycan and a witch. I was one of the rare mutations. I am a Seer. Someone who is able to see through supernatural insight, sees what the future holds. My name is Cassandra Black. Few weeks ago,my half brother, Clayton paid me a visit. We correspond from time to time as what good siblings do. I was my father’s firtsborn , but I never had the wolf. I never wanted to be a wolf either. But my abilities became extremely useful for my father. It was only him and Clayton knew of what I can do. Being a seer is a rare ability and the wolves would kill t have someone like me on their team. He came here in the afternoon, just when I was about to enjoy the afternoon tea with my daughter
Many millions moons back, there was a wolf Shaman. A priestess. She was among the many that lived in the forests for the fear of being discovered by humans and risked the possibility of being burned alive in the plaza. Her name was White Wolf. White Wolf was the offspring of two regular wolves that decided to leave the civilization to live among their own kind. She was now thirteen. She was born and raised there and she had not realized that she had the ability to see or channel the future. She had the ability to heal, but healing was not considered so special, since many of the wolves possessed that ability too. Her parents had two other children and all of which, had healing abilities too. White Wolf did not feel any special. The prophecy happened when it was a time most auspicious to wolves. Before a full moon. Like normal wolves, they were all gathered in the community plaza. Unlike the human inhabited communities, where the plaza is magnifice
Maxine’sPOVIbolteduprightinbed.Iwassweatingfromheadtofoot.IcanfeelthatthesheetsarealsodrenchedinsweatandIdidnotlikeit.Ifeelextremelytired.Thedigitalalarmclockonmybedsidetablesaysthatit’sjustfourinthemorning.Ineededwater.MywaterbottleisemptyandIneedtogotothekitchentogetitrefilled.Isteppedoutofmybedandremovedthewetsheets.TherewasnochancethatIwouldlaydownon
Maxine’s POV I don’t know about the other kids in school in Haven, is it just me or life here is just so slow and snail paced? I have been sitting in class for what seemed to be an eternity but when I take a look at my wrist watch, it had only been forty minutes and the professor is about to take over in ten minutes. I stared at my notes and stared at my doodles. A habit I developed since in primary school. Whenever I am bored in class, doodling keeps me entertained. After all, what the prof is teaching us is something I know and my previous teacher had discussed them already. “Hm, you are good with doodling.” An equally bored male voice said from behind me. I had zero intention of checking who owned that voice because maybe he was not talking to me. What are the odds of other students in my close proximity doodling? “I said, you are good with doodling.” Well, maybe he was talking to me. Should I say thanks or maybe ignore him full time? B
“ That Shepard girl had no idea what she is.” Aron muttered as they stared at Max hammering on Kent. From their vantage point, everything was visible and they could see and feel her wolf aura. “Is it just me or do you feel it too?” “What?” Zayn did not remove his gaze at the unfolding scene. He did not want to miss anything. “Her wolf aura, even if it is locked because she does not know it exists, is so strong.” Wolves are special beings. Among themselves, they can sense the aura or the energy one has. The Alpha’s and Beta’s have a different aura. Auras have colors. Alpha’s and Beta’s give off bluish ones and to determine the strength, it varies on the vibrancy of the color, meaning the darker the hue, the stronger the aura. The regular wolves gives off a faint white aura. Maxine? Hers are freaking red. Zayn can see it. No wolf cannot deny the fact that hers was different from the rest of theirs. “Let’s go. You talk too muc
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
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