"What the fuck were you doing?” He growled, pulling me from my erratic thoughts. Suddenly, my courage returned, pulling me back from the dark. “Well, it’s not everyday that your boyfriend gets murdered in cold blood, right in front of you after trying to rape you… which, by the way, I could have handled that myself, thank you. What was I doing? I was grieving.” I snapped, folding my arms in front of me. I could feel his annoyance surrounding me, suffocating me. The purr of the horses underneath the hood suddenly seemed much easier to focus on. “Grieving what? He didn’t deserve you and you know it.” He replied. I scoffed. “Oh, and you do?” He hummed his disapproval but ignored my question. “There is a way to stop your erratic behavior.” He finally said after a few moments of silence passed between us. “Not likely.” I retorted. He stopped the fancy car in front of my house but didn’t let me out yet. Instead, he turned to face me. “You know, you can’t escape me. No matter how
On the way back my mind was racing. I couldn’t keep it quiet even if I had tried. On top of my insistent guilt over Eric’s death, I was also thinking about my Demon. We passed an old abandoned wishing well in the forest, and I couldn't help but remember the first experience I ever had with him. I was 9 years old. I was living with my mother in a small, cozy cottage just on the edge of the Obsidian pack. It was close to where I currently live now. We weren't part of a pack back then, it was just us. Me and her. Thinking back, it was a little strange that we didn’t live in a pack, being Wolves and all. I never knew my father and my mother never bothered to bring him up. I figured if she never did I wouldn't either. He was a forgotten staple in our household, but I preferred it that way. My mother always used to say that we were strong and didn’t need anyone to protect us. I always believed her. Honestly, what I wouldn’t give to be able to hear her words of wisdom just one mo
As if he was forced, he slowly set my mother down and released his fiery hold. I had no idea what he was thinking or feeling because his face was stoic, and no emotion seemed to cross his features. It was only a brief second that he caught me looking at him before I turned and ran to her side. She had already shifted back into her Human form, and before I could realize what was going on she had grabbed me and was holding me tightly to her chest. Her platinum eyes were darker than I have ever seen them as her Wolf fought to get back out. "Are you ok Rayne?? Did he hurt you?!" She tore her hardened gaze from the Reaver to inspect me and when I turned to look back at him, he was gone. He saved my life and listened to my pleas, allowing my mother to live… all of this, and I had no idea who he was at the time. Why would a Reaver do that? It never made any sense to me after all the stories I was told about them. I questioned my mother for months after that, but she refused
"Oh my fucking God, it's him!" Wynter shrieked. She was going absolutely insane in my mind. I was overwhelmed with her emotions, causing my heart to flutter in my chest. My mind instantly settled on the events of yesterday and all the things he said to me… I sat up and tried to gather my bearings. I took a breath in trying to comprehend the events that were unfolding. I should have known that he would be watching. He was always watching. My head was pounding, and I could feel warm blood trickling down my brow. The wound would heal, so I wasn’t worried about it as it dripped down onto the ground before me. It hadn’t even been 24 hours yet and the words he spoke never rang so true. Panic began to seep into my bones when I realized that if he doesn’t think I’m safe here he could just break the contract and take me. My thoughts were jumbled and confused. "Wait, did Alpha Drake just kiss me, and then try to kill me? What the fuck?“ I said to Wynter in a daze. "Who cares, M
I couldn't help but stare at my Demon’s exquisite beauty noticing how chiseled his features were. His jawline was perfectly straight, even though I could see he was clenching and unclenching it as he watched Alpha Drake run off into the trees. I should be upset with him. I should be hurt and angry over what he did to me yesterday, and over Eric, but my mind was so distracted. I could barely breathe, let alone think straight. His words flooded back into my mind and it had me wondering if he was right about us being mated. Of all the stories I’ve heard of Reavers, I still didn’t understand how one creature could be so alluring, but equally terrifying. He brought the type of fear that gripped onto your very soul, ripping it from your body at the time of his own choosing. Yet, on most occasions our encounters left me wanting more. Wynter had her own dialogue going in my mind and I quickly snapped out of it as he turned to face me. He raised his right hand and put it over
Despite the fact that I knew Alpha Drake couldn't hurt me anymore, my legs were still shaking like a leaf when I got to his office door. I squared my shoulders and held my head high, waiting to be called inside. Not that it would change my outcome at all. I was only outside of his door only a few agonizing seconds before I heard him. "You may enter, Rayne." His tone was rough, and he didn’t sound happy in the least bit. I cringed, and Wynter whined when she heard the straight acid seeping through his words. Alpha Drake exudes power. You could feel it rolling off him in waves at all times. Even when my Demon had saved me earlier, Alpha Drake had still exuded immense power. He was looking him dead in the eyes, not knowing if that would be the last sight he ever saw. Still, even faced with possible death, he never backed down. It was terrifying, really. The man was fearless, and I knew from the stories that he was also ruthless. Those two combinations are volatile. At that moment
I was in my room, except it wasn't my room… It looked different, somehow… I got up and went to my closet to find something to wear. As I opened the closet door and peered inside I noticed that everything in my wardrobe was not mine… The closet was full of frilly dresses, blouses with frilly sleeves, some sort of professional looking pencil dresses, and jeans. Tons of jeans. It seemed that none of these items of clothing were anything I would have actually bought for myself. After looking through all the items available, I picked out a black and silver shimmery dress. It was short and had only one shoulder. It was tight fitting and accentuated all of my curves. I picked it because it seemed like the most me styled thing in there. A pair of black and silver, sparkly, six-inch heels followed. They looked like they were made for this dress. I didn’t normally wear heels, but these were just calling out to me. Plus the rest of the shoes in this closet were flats or very pointy
~(Raziel) "Anthony, what do you have to report?" I asked curiously. Anthony was my second in command. He was tall and muscular like any Reaver. He sported dark hair, dark bronze eyes, and a straight expression almost always. He had a crescent moon tattooed on the right side of his face with vines going down his neck. He handled all my dirty work, the cleanup, the reports. He did literally anything and everything I asked with complete obedience. Absolutely no questions asked and this is why I keep him around. Reavers did not run or live in packs like the Wolves did. We were more solitary keeping to our small Covens of 13 or less and just branching off from there. I, however, ran 23 Covens. Much of those Covens are intertwined together, living in the same areas. We inhabited more areas than I think anyone realized. With our sheer numbers and our multitude of powers, we really had no enemies worthwhile. I have a title, High Priest. The High Priests do not report to anyone h
I mentally stumbled, reeling from the sudden revelation as I spoke to Wynter in stunned inquiry. "What??! How?!" Wynter's response was a mirror of my own shock, her mental voice rising to a shriek. "I have no idea, Rayne!! Oh my god!" Before I could further process this bombshell, Raziel had closed the gap between us and swept me into his arms, his eyes blazing with exhilaration. "I knew it!" He exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion. "I fucking knew it, but I just had to be sure." My mind reeled as I struggled to comprehend the impossible. "How is this happening?! I thought my mate bond was gone?!" I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a chaotic mix of confusion and awe. And then, as if summoned by the turmoil of emotions, The Shadows emerged for everywhere and nowhere. Their dark presence coalesced from the very air itself to envelop us in an icy, unsettling chill. The Shadows' emergence seemed to have a palpable, living quality to it, as if every Shadow that existe
My entire pack was here! Roman came in behind me yelling surprise and blowing into one of those little horns that made an obnoxious noise. You know, the ones with the streamers on the end. I couldn’t help but laugh at his childlike nature. I could smell the burgers and plethora of other grilled foods being prepared. Looking towards the mouthwatering smells I could see Wolves from the pack out cooking. Even though I swear we had just eaten, I definitely wanted to eat whatever it was they were making. There was an open bar on the other side of the arena that I spotted, which I was definitely going to partake in, and I noted that the whole arena was decorated in gold decorations. As I scanned the crowd, I noticed that every single person was adorned with some touch of gold, whether it was a subtle accent or a more elaborate display. The synchronicity was striking, and I felt a thrill of delight as I realized that everyone's attire perfectly complemented my own gold dress. It
(6 Months later)Things had been going well in the pack. I had been helping with training and doing other side jobs for Alpha Drake. Our relationship had really blossomed into something amazing. I was no longer afraid of him or disgusted by him. We were strictly professional, with an occasional flirty comment from him, that I mostly just ignored. Nothing too wild though. It was more fun than anything. I realized that he was only this way with me, and usually only without the presence of others. He still had an image to maintain and I understood that. Since moving in with Raziel, I'd learned that being part of my pack was an essential part of who I was. The brief period of separation had left me feeling restless and unfulfilled. But now that I'd settled back into a routine with the pack, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. I was grateful that Raziel understood and respected my need for balance in my life. He didn't mind that I was still deeply connected to the pack, and hi
Once we made it back to his room I sat him down on his bed and looked into his golden orbs. But before I could speak he took my face in his hands. “I am sorry I lied to you about Jae and what happened. I know this is what you refer to because this is the only thing I have ever hidden from you and regardless of my intent, I know it was wrong. I promise never to hide anything from you, ever again.” There wasn’t even a moment when I thought I wouldn’t forgive him, but this made it even more clear that I was willing to go through a lot for this man. “Thank you, for keeping it from me. Honestly, I wasn’t in the mindset to handle such a devastating loss. But I am now, and I’m ok.” I said. I figured I would tell him about Jae and Jordan, but not right now. I was exhausted. Dying, and then being reincarnated by The Shadows, really took its toll. As tired as I was, my mind was still racing. Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone.
~(Rayne)I felt weightless, as if suspended in mid-air. It was disorienting, considering I could've sworn I was just being propelled through the earth at breakneck speed. But when I finally materialized, I found myself standing in a familiar yet unsettling landscape. The scenery around me seemed to match the area just outside the pack arena in Maine, but something was off. A gaping hole, which I was certain I had just emerged from, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I stood amidst an eerie stillness, the sky above tinged with an ominous reddish hue that cast an unnatural glow over everything. There were many Wolves here training, and I could hear them being led by an unknown male voice. He sounded powerful, with conviction. I made my way to the arena and looked inside. I was right, a strong looking male figure was teaching about 25 Wolves. I leaned on the side of the arena bleachers and watched. Some of the Wolves training looked young, like children. Others were full
~(Raziel) This battle had been ruthless, and knowing that it was pointless to even try and intervene, I was somewhat enjoying the show. Things seemed as if they were coming to a head, but what would that outcome entail? These were the questions I wasn’t sure I wanted the answers to. I looked up at my brother and we locked eyes just as he sent multiple giant black fireballs hurtling my way. Beside me, Alpha Drake dodged to safety, and I instantly materialized to the side, narrowly avoiding the inferno. But Roman remained paralyzed, frozen in shock, utterly helpless. I knew I couldn't reach him in time. That's when I witnessed a selfless act that would haunt me forever. Rayne materialized directly in front of Roman, positioning herself to bear the full force of the attack. I watched in unspeakable horror as the twin fireballs struck her with unrelenting ferocity, the blast slamming into her chest with devastating precision. My heart plummeted, sinking like a stone into the
Raphael barely had time to regain his footing before I launched both fans at him with deadly precision, hoping to connect with flesh once again. He materialized out of the way, but he was still a second too late as one of my fans bit deep into his calf muscle. A triumphant smirk spread across my face as I watched my fans, with almost sentient loyalty, boomerang back into my waiting hands, ready to be wielded again in our dance of vengeance. The Darkness once again asserted its influence, healing Raphael's wounds with an otherworldly swiftness. But what happened next caught me off guard. With a sudden, sharp motion, Raphael clenched his fist, and my fans were torn from my grasp, flying toward him as if drawn by an unseen force. I expected him to catch them, but instead, he unleashed a black fireball that struck the fans with incredible accuracy, shattering them into a hundred glittering fragments. Blades and shards of gold spun through the air, suspended for a moment in a dea
As much as I didn’t want to see him, Raphael was honestly looking like a gorgeous, dark God. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him. It was impossible not to be. He had on a solid black suit with a silver suit vest and silver shoes. His dark hair was perfectly positioned on his head in a neat short cut. He never had a hair out of place. He had stubble on his chin, which made him look a little gruff. His silver eyes were solid black, as black as night. He was absolutely breathtaking in this form. But what caught me off guard was the unexpected, visceral pull I felt towards him. It was a sensation that was decidedly absent before. This newfound attraction was unmistakably sensual, igniting a spark of desire within me that I neither welcomed nor understood. My frustration mounted as I struggled to come to terms with this unwelcome development. My mark reacted out of its own volition. It must have sensed Raphael’s feelings for me, and responded by burning with an intense,
Alpha Drake was in his office talking to Roman. He looked up and I could see a brief flash of fear followed by worry, snake through his eyes. My smile seemed to calm his mind though. “Hi Alpha!” I said excitedly. I ran up to him and threw my arms around him. He stood there for a moment in complete shock. I had never done anything like that before, especially not in front of another Wolf from the pack. I was a little worried what his reaction might be knowing he had an image to uphold. But then he slowly wrapped me in a bear hug, calming all of my previous worries. My mark raged out of control, its fiery energy surging to a fever pitch. I couldn't help but wonder if it was somehow attuned to the emotions of those around me, burning brighter in response to their feelings. I wondered if it burned worse when they were in proximity as a warning, or if it just didn’t like Alpha Drake. I ignored it, pulled away and smiled, then looked over and locked eyes with Roman. I coul