The Rogue Queen

POV Braxton Two years ago Abigail held my head in her hands. Her voice full of urgency and pain. “You must go now. I have created you for a very special purpose and I’m afraid the time is coming. The evil I have cursed on this world is spreading.” Abigail was a powerful witch when she was alive, pulling on demons and shadow spirits to fuel her magic. When a nearby tribe took her daughter to try to bend her to do their bidding she summoned all the dark forces she could find. Cursing them to live as both man and beast, but dark forces rarely make a deal without putting their own spin on it. Darkening the souls of the human side the tribe truly became monsters and she watched as her creation tore her daughter apart before her eyes. Overwhelmed with grief Abigail took her own life believing she would find peace in death but the spirits would not allow it. She became the keeper of her creation. She could mold and shape the wolf side but as soon as they crossed th

POV Eric JoAnn looked up at my father. “Have Candice meet us at the clinic.” “Dr. Stevenson is closer?” Aiden responded with a questioning look. “Yes I know but Candice has a wider range of expertise.” He sighed but I could see him reaching for Brent, Candice’s mate. The pack has two doctors, Dr Elijah Stevenson has been the main doctor for over 20 years and Dr. Candice Isaacs. Dr. Isaacs is another reason more traditional packs looked down on us because Candice is human. When Brent first meet her she was working her way through veterinary school. He returned to his pack and told his family he had found his mate and that she was human. His Alpha and family forbid him from seeing her again but he wanted his mate. Sneaking off to see her she eventually fell in love with him and he told her everything. Breaking wolf laws telling a human about us and going against his Alpha, he was exiled. When JoAnn found out about them she sent scouts to fi

The Cave The entrance completely hidden by thick bushes, the opening only a few feet wide. All the wolves had to crouch down to avoid hitting their heads. Alpha Aiden shoulders scraping for the first few feet even though he was crawling on his belly. Nicolas wouldn’t go back in, he could barely stop gagging long enough to point out the opening. After ten feet or so the tunnel opened up widening into an oval shaped chamber the size of a car. A dozen small animal carcasses lined each side of the chamber. A path through the remains leading to a smaller opening they followed the trail of bile. All but one female omega had to shift to get through the second opening. This channel shorter than the first, only a foot to squirm through before it opened. The second chamber massive compared to the first. Heaving trying to catch their breath from the tight space of the tunnel the smell hit them first. Unlike the first chamber littered with animal bones and hide. This chamber smelled strongly

POV Aiden Moving the flashlight from one side to the other and back again. I tired retracing my steps. Had I went to the right or more straight, maybe a little of both. Cherry black dots became visible on the ground increasing in number and size as I moved forward. Leaning down I ran a finger across one. “Blood.” Juxes confirmed. This was not like the small pools of dried blood in the first chamber, this was older. Following the increasing drops and streaks of blood my flashlight found the object my foot had earlier. At first I couldn’t make out what it was, moving closer I bent down. It resembled a wet brown paper bag that had been sprayed with dark red dye. Reaching to pick it up my heart sank upon realizing what was in my hand. This is a piece of hide ripped from the flesh. The fibers that used to hold skin to muscle sticking to my fingers as I turned it over chocolate brown hair on the other side unmistakably werewolf. Not much bigger than a piece of paper

POV Eric The last 24 hours have been excruciating, the doctors going back and forth. Disappearing into the windowless operating room with very few updates. Braxton has calmed down which is a relief. Having had a major meltdown when he couldn’t feel her anymore. I started reading up on the different kinds of wolf bonds in hopes of finding some answers for him. One of the books Miss Evens gave me goes into elaborate detail on what’s called a veil bond. Where two or more wolves trapped in the veil can feel each other. Shifting to early is often painful, causing the others still in the veil to share the pain. Braxton seemed satisfied with that answer. Considering he could no longer feel her and she was safe. Fascinated by the lore and legends he pushed me to keep reading. Flipping through the most recent book she had given me “Rare and Mythical Werewolf breeds” a full page drawing caught Braxton’s attention. “What’s that?” He asked. The drawing d