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
CarrieLeona clutched Joseph’s hand so hard that his fingers started going numb, which was impressive for a weak little human.She was terrified of vampires after what we’ve had been through in that freaky fucking circus, so being in the vampire capital day after day watching.William's trial was hard on her. In spite of her near-constant fear, she'd still given testimony in front of the queen about everything she'd seen. Her voice had been a squeak, and she had broken down crying multiple times while my wolf freaked out.The only reason I hadn't tried to kill William when things got really bad for me and the rest was because Alpha Madoka used an alpha command on me not to when I was about to jump up and rush for him. He'd never used one on me before, and it pissed me off so much my wolf had wanted to attack those bastards on Lucas’ side. I didn't actually let my instincts loose on my mate though, because, maybe it had been a good thing not to interrupt the trial.I have the feeling
After what seemed like an eternity of being pulled behind the monster, we finally came to a brief stop. I used this opportunity to bring my legs underneath me and rocket myself upwards, finally standing on my two feet. Lucas ignored my actions, but I didn't take that as a sign of any mercy. This monster had none. As I looked at where he had brought us all, I knew I was in for a life of something worse than hell. I felt as the ground beneath me turned from slick grass, to hard concrete. My skin skidded across the new concrete flooring as Lucas continued dragging me behind him. I could feel my legs and back growing raw from the surface, the rough flooring scraping my skin repeatedly. I was dragged over a wall on the right side of the room, and lifted up by my hair once more. Once standing, Lucas took me by my wrists, dangling them in the air above me. Before I knew it, I was shoved against the concrete wall, my back slamming roughly against its surface. I yelped in pain as my head ri
Time seemed to pass by for everyone else, but it was frozen for me. I blindly saw Lucas stalk over to Brigit, and attempt to silence her screaming. However, it raged on. I barely registered that only when he knocked her out completely, did it stop. Once that happened, I partly saw him walking over to me. I didn't stop looking at Jenna's body when he approached, nor did I answer him when he spoke. A sort of pain resonated in my cheek, but it didn't register in my mind. Not like the pain I felt when I looked at Jenna. The pain continued, growing hotter and more fierce until it seemed to consume my body, but one again, I didn't care. I sensed Lucas directly in front of me, perhaps smirking. I felt my chin being lifted up, and my gaze torn away from Jenna. I fought for a few seconds, there was more fire inside of me and kept me going. Without much effort on his part, I was looking into the face of Lucas himself, sneering widely at me. I didn't want to see him but in order to end this,