Carrie's Point of View“You’re a wolf and I could see you were being restrained by something that shouldn’t be used,” an old lady said when I first saw me. “Y-you knew?” I asked her, trying not to cry. I struggled to remember this man that has always been in my mind. I felt like I knew him but couldn’t just think when or how. There’s a thick fog clouding my mind. “Your wife is fighting. She can’t let that potion take over her.”“Can you help me? I wanted to get out of here, it felt so wrong to be here,” I said. The old lady smiled and took my hand. “Don’t worry, child. The fate wasn’t sleeping after all. You’ll have the freedom that you want very soon.”That conversation was two months ago. The old woman I talked to was found dead the next day. And I have been stuck here after we left the place where I met her. I was told I am Lucas’ property and I should be a trophy wife but I doubt it. He said we will be back home in Europe. That's what he said but after another long evening o
Sometimes he fed quickly and roughly, other times he forced me to socialize with him as if we had some sort of relationship, although even then his hatred for me never left his eyes. This was all well kept secret to Lucas. Apparently tonight was the latter.I silently watched as the vampire led me around the hall. Amy had finished her high wire strip show, although her night was likely far from over if the new guest had anything to say about it. I pushed aside my revulsion and watched as a human witch painted scenes with colored smoke hanging in the air. With the wisps, he formed a rhinoceros and sent the beast charging into the opposite wall, dissolving into plumes of smoke, catching the attention and scattered applause from the guests mingling about.As I watched the show, I silently endured, keeping my head down with a false smile frozen on my face. Every night I quietly got through and hoped to fall asleep as soon as possible. I only wanted to see the man whose name I can’t remembe
Carrie's Point of ViewThe moment we got back to his rooms, Lucas had me precede him inside with another mocking show of gentility. He didn't say anything as he locked the door with a painful click behind us.Because I never let myself be lulled by any of his more polite and gentler actions, I wasn't surprised when he dropped the act without warning and roughly pulled my back against him. His fangs sank into the side of my neck with a sharp pain.I fought back the nausea of the touch of someone who was not the man in my dreams like I always did. It had pissed him off when I had vomited the first time, and I'd received a slap and a comment that I smelled bad enough even before the puke. Since he couldn't really see my face I didn't waste energy schooling my features into bland acceptance for a moment, allowing my lips to turn down in disgust and letting hatred burn in my eyes. I remember when I first opened my eyes months ago, he said he was my mate and husband. I believed him becau
Madoka’s Point of ViewCarrie pushed the door open, those beautiful eyes searching the room furiously and slipping past me thanks to the magic that the witch accompanying me maintained. I looked at Jordan and whispered, "It's Carrie."She inhaled carefully, obviously tracking my scent, getting closer to my location next to a pile of crates."M-Madoka?" she asked into my mind like a whisper, her expression confused, and then her eyes widened as they caught on mine. “Why are you here? It’s dangerous here. Lucas will kill you.”“It seemed like her wolf was fighting the effects of Ambrosia. If not she would have not been going to act like that. She smells your scent. Her wolf probably refused to subcummed Ambrosia.”I smiled at her. Carrie is a she-wolf. I knew that. If not she wouldn’t survive for so long. "I've extended the range of my protective spells," Jordan explained. "No one should be able to hear us. Can't keep it up too long though."Carrie rounded on her defensively as she bec
We need to save Carrie and kill the vampire. It had been nearly impossible to control my wolf since I spoke to Carrie and found out she couldn’t leave. Learning how bad her situation was only made it more difficult.It also was made more difficult because I was out of practice keeping my instincts in check. I was used to my wolf's depressed moping dragging my moods down, not this active aggression. He was ready to kill, and since deep down I wanted to let him, it made him even harder to control. But I held him back with a thin tether.My quest to find my mate had transformed into a full on rescue operation, with so many moving parts that could go awry it put me into a cold sweat whenever I thought about the potential ways it could backfire.I'd contacted Nathaniel again and given him the information I had on illegal vampire activity after being promised that they would do nothing to jeopardise my mate and other slaves as an afterthought. The queen had given her word via proxy, happ
Everything happened between one second and the next. The vampire leveled the gun toward Carrie, some indecipherable expression caught between hatred and longing on his sharp features. My wolf wanted to rip that expression from his face.I lunged towards the threat, still in my human form, with Joseph beside me as a wolf, but we were too late. He pulled the trigger and the blast assaulted my ears, and I looked in horror towards my mate. She was sprawled on the ground, a brown wolf on top of her, blood pouring from its midsection like a river. She scrambled out from underneath it, crying as she worked to put pressure on his wound. The wolf shifted, revealing an old woman. Joseph wasn't as distracted as me, and he lunged for the gun and wrestled it away from the vampire. It hit the floor with a clatter, and I had the presence of mind to kick it across the room before Lucas had a chance to get it again.Then, turning my attention back to the threat at hand, I saw him throw Joseph with sur
CarrieHe said I have a son. I want to see my son even if I don’t remember having one. “Spencer is in our house, Carrie. It is located to the left. He’s probably waiting for you,” Madoka told me as he guided me inside his pack. All the werewolves there have been giving me smiles, a kind of smile of relief. Some were crying and others wanted to hug me, especially the woman who had mild curly black hair. “Thank goodness you’re back, Carrie,” she said but I don’t really know her. She was crying and a man who was probably her mate comforted her. I looked at her and smiled before entering the house. My eyes found a child who had black curly hair exploding on his head and with monolid eyes the moment I got inside. My heart burst in an emotion that was foreign to me as my wolf howled in joy. Her protective instinct kicked in. The boy sitting on the floor in the living room with Xerxes, the boy who looked like Madoka and the one who I have been taking good care of back at that mansion
MadokaMore than a month passed and Carrie became accustomed again to life in our pack. I grew used to having her beside me every day, where I could touch my precious mate and spend time with my son.I knew even if she tried to hide it that the effect of that potion was still there. I would see her writhing in pain and sometimes see her standing in the window looking far away. It bothers me that she would disappear and go back to Lucas. The only way I could set Carrie free was to kill him. According to Jordan, now that Carrie’s far away from Lucas, the tendency to want to be will be intensified. Thus, Carrie will make a way to leave and find Lucas. She said Carrie would lead us to where the bastard is but I’m afraid Lucas might want to kill her instead. Right now, I have to spend some time with my mate despite not remembering anything yet. And I wanted her to be with Spencer every day as possible. The idea that she’d be accustomed to Spencer’s presence because she is his child and