JezebelI can feel the tension as I enter my front door. I have just returned home from school. It was a really bad day! Tisha was in a great mood, which I immediately was suspicious of. Tisha is never in a good mood. She can not stand me, and the feeling is mutual. Despite our dislike of one another, we keep it cordial. Her father is our pack's Alpha, and my father is his Beta. We used to be close friends. We enjoyed sleepovers at each other's houses, went places together, and hung out at school. It has been four years since we liked one another but we are forced to play nice. Today, however, Tisha was too nice. I am usually greeted by my adoring friends once I step foot on school grounds. As I enter school, I can usually feel the heat of Tisha's eyes as she glares angrily upon me. I don't know why she hates me so much. I can't help but wonder if we were ever truly friends or if she was pretending the whole time. One day, out of the blue, she picked a fight with me and acted like I
JezebelMy head is pounding, and I can hear a faint voice telling me to open my eyes. As the voice gets louder, I recognize it is my mothers. My eyes pop open, and I sit up quickly. The room is blurry, and I keep blinking til it comes into focus. "Did I faint?""Yes, hunny. You did," my mother says. She looks rough. Her eyes are puffy, and her cheeks are flushed. Her face is tear streaked and full of worry. Her blonde hair is a frizzy mess. How long was I out, I wonder."I don't suppose that any of what I remember happening was only a dream?" I question hopefully. "No. It wasn't a dream, Jezebel. I am so sorry. I can't believe this is happening, but Alpha Theodore has exiled you. He claims suspicions of you being a witch. He justifies his claim with the fact that your wolf has yet to emerge and you are nearing your eighteenth birthday. He also believes you have cast a spell on the majority of the pack, which is why you are so adored. He says your name even sounds witchy. He does not p
JeddI had just ended a phone call with my sister Susan a few minutes before I heard the sound of tires on gravel. Susan decided she couldn't sever the mate bond, and Jezebel would be arriving alone. I thought she was crazy for even thinking about trying. Jezebel is almost an adult and capable of being on her own. I am 42 and still haven't found my mate. I am a soldier and wouldn't have been the best father or husband in my younger years, but the older I get, the more I crave being mated and creating a family. Taking Jezebel in will give me some practice on being a parent as I will be watching out for her and giving her guidance. I have lived alone for so long that it will take some adjusting to have another person living in the house, though. I step out onto the porch and wave. She slowly steps out of the car. She has long black hair and loose curls blowing in the breeze. She is wearing sunglasses with blue tinted "mirror" like lenses. I want a pair! She looks strong and rebellious.
JezebelUncle Jedd seems like a decent man. His house could use some sprucing up, but that is to be expected from a man who has been a bachelor as long as he has. I climb into his large silver hummer. It is unlike any vehicle I have ever seen before. There is a huge control panel with several buttons and switches. Curiosity is overcoming me, and I am working hard to control myself, but I want to flip a switch and press some of those buttons so badly. "Go ahead. Flip that switch!" says my Uncle Jedd. I bring my right hand towards a switch at the bottom of the panel. "No! Not that one! NEVER flip that switch! Flip the one in the middle next to the blue button." I do as he says, and rock and roll music starts blaring from the speakers. Even though it is loud, it is calming. I sink into the seat and observe the scenes of my new town passing by my window. In about 15 minutes, we pull up in front of a small shop. My uncle turns off the engine and starts talking. "This hummer is military
ShirleyClarissa is one of most women in this town who love to gossip. I listen when people talk, but I don't participate much. I do not gossip, and I do not like drama. As soon as Clarissa begins talking about Jezebel, I want her to shut up. The woman can TALK. She talks fast, barely pausing for breath, and everyone else can barely get a word in. I knew Jezebel could hear her. Wolves have heightened senses. I did not, however, expect to see her suddenly appear out of nowhere behind Clarissa. She is stealthier than any wolf I have ever met. I am aware of her presence and was listening for her. I never heard her coming, and that put me on edge a little. I am expecting her to confront Clarissa. I can see that she is fuming. Once again, though, she surprises me. She kills Clarissa with kindness and leaves to wait for Jedd in his hummer. "Oh my god!" giggles Clarissa. "That was so awkward! Why didn't you tell me she was in here? I asked you if you had met her yet!""Yeah, you did. But in
JezebelI sit my purchases in the back of Uncle Jedd's hummer. I notice a boy and a girl who look to be about my age sitting up against the side of a building in the alley across from the shop. They are passing a blunt back and forth, and I could use a drag. I decide to introduce myself and ask for a toke. I cross the street, and the boy is already staring at me. I guess I should get used to the attention, being the talk of the town and all that.I can hear him say, "Must be the new girl." The girl doesn't look at me until I am standing in front of them. She has bright, red hair and so many face piercings. She seems to be covered head to toe in tattoos. Her eyes are bright red and look demonic. Not to be rude, I love tattoos and piercings, but this girl has them to the extreme! "Holy shit!" She exclaims. "I love your contacts! I never thought about putting a different color in each eye, but I will definitely be trying it out now! You look so badass!""Thanks," I reply. "These are not
JezebelI lock the door behind me and look around, wondering where I should begin. I decide to start in the living room since it has the least grime. Uncle Jedd had managed to dispose of his trash and put his dishes in the dishwasher, so I polish the end tables, then I dust what few knick knacks he has as well as the TV. After I finish vacuuming, I spray some air freshener and move on to the kitchen. I spray some oven cleaner on the stove and start the dishwasher. I sweep and mop the floors. After hours of scrubbing, the kitchen looks completely different. My arms ache, but I am incredibly pleased with what I have accomplished. Uncle Jedd is going to shit himself when he gets home in the morning. I move on to the bathroom. I wipe down the walls and then clean the sink and shower. I clean the mirror and organize the cabinets. The toilet is repulsive. I gag the whole time I scrub it.Feeling sweaty and gross after hours of cleaning, I am beyond ready for a shower. I love hot showers. I
JeddWe have a large perimeter to cover, so there are usually about a hundred of us out on patrol. Some driving around in hummers like me and others standing in watch towers. Our community used to consist of a little over three hundred wolves. That was a long time ago. Since the war began, around eleven years ago, our population has grown to almost 2,000. Alpha Jon comes from a line of respectable and fair Alphas. The Wolvesbane pack has always been wealthy, and everyone in the pack works together like a well-oiled machine. When the war started Alpha Elijah, the pack leader who came before Alpha Jon proposed keeping the war out of pack communities. That is how the battlegrounds formed. Rebeling packs will send armies to the battlefield to fight. The pack that is victorious claims rights over the other pack's members and territory. Pack members outside of the army do not know much about what goes on in battles. The only time other pack members are affected by the war is if a loved one
Cassius AKA Caz My twin brother and I just turned 22. As soon as we turned 19, Tristan found his mate, Trinity Henley, the alphas' daughter. I'm still waiting, but I'm not in a hurry. I like my solitude. I love to read and expand my knowledge. My brother is always teasing me about being a book nerd, but our moms love it. They get excited to buy me new books. I'll read anything, but my favorite books are full of mystery, action, and adventure. I love my moms, but they each have a favorite. I was named after our mother, Cassidy, and Tristan was named after our mother, Tisha. Tristan had his first vision when we were 16. Our mother Cassidy is a Prophecy Wolf, and the gift is passed to one child in each generation. Tristan is younger by two minutes. They bond over their gifts, and hence, he is her favorite. Our mother, Tisha, favors me. She calls us the normies. But I'm not a normie. Im just pretending. I see every vision Tristan sees, I just never go into a trance like state. I al
Jezebel Now that all the work is done, it's time for fun. We're celebrating all across the pack with tables of food set up on every corner. Cornhole tournaments. Euchre tournaments. Some of the guys have been playing basketball. There is a lot to enjoy, no matter which part of the pack you venture to. I can't recall a time in my life when I have ever experienced a celebration as magnificent as this! Even a lot of our allies are here. The packs can mingle again, and Uncle Jedd finally found his mate! Her husband died in battle six years ago. She came from the Redwood pack. We sent him to handle some pack business with our new ally, and she happened to be in the vicinity. Her name is Abigail. She moved in with Uncle Jedd right away. They got a bigger and nicer house. She brought her daughter, Evie. She is 22. And her son, Gavin, who is 14. Jon also gets to be reunited with his mom and his siblings. "Oh, she's gorgeous, hunny," Loretta says to Jon after he introduces me. "It's nice t
JezebelI drive as fast as I can toward the entrance of the pack. I can not believe the war has started."Jade?" Silence."Jade!" I cry out nervously, tears cascading down my cheeks. "Please, answer me."Silence."JADE!" I scream.And still... silence.The scream helped alleviate some of the frustration, but I'm still fucking terrified. I'm getting close to the gate. I can see the battle up ahead. I don't know what to do. There are so many wolves a few hundred yards in front of me. Jon is right. In my human form, I am weak. Jade is the real Alpha, not me. Without her, there is nothing I can do. "Jade! What about the vision? Jon does not fight this war alone, Jade. Where the fuck are you?" I growl.The silence is deafening. Maybe this isn't the only battle. Maybe this isn't our time. I decide it's probably best to just turn around and seek refuge with the rest of the innocents like Jon wanted. Before I can put the car in reverse, the passenger door swings open, and someone takes a sea
Spencer"What do you mean they escaped?" I growl.Three of my guards cower in fear before me. The block of cells they were guarding was attacked. Lights cut out. Injections of a sedative given. The fact that Marc and Hazel were discovered in the cell where my prophecy wolves were supposed to be tells me all I need to know. Bonnie and Clyde were plotting to steal one or both of them. The Gods only know where they planned to go because there aren't many options available to them. Going rogue is all they could have done. Stupid. Kids these days just don't have any fucking common sense. And where in the fuck did he get the sedatives? He tried a trick from my book. I bet the security cameras caught them in the act of some things. He must have stolen the sedatives from me. Heathen!"We failed you, Alpha. Punish us as you wish," a cracked voice whimpers, bringing me back to the guards.They all stand there with their heads hung low. They look so pathetic. "Because I need your permission fir
JezebelIt's been almost two weeks since Cassidy and Shirley returned home. Cassidy has been in a coma ever since. She passed out as soon as they stepped through the gates. Everyone is worried. Tisha and Shirley have hardly left her side. The rest of us have been busy. The war is near. We can all feel it in the air. After Marc and Hazel's betrayal and the Redwood pack losing their precious captives, we know we don't have much time. We don't know how much our enemy knows about our pack or the locations of Marc's tunnels. Jon comes up behind me and rubs my shoulders."Stop thinking so much," he lectures. "We have most of the tunnels caved in and traps in the others. It isn't going to be easy for them to get through. We're a fortress," he smirks proudly."It's happening," I reply seriously. "We might win, but it isn't a sure thing. I just wish Cassidy would wake up. Or that we were successful in finding that witch Shirley said helped them escape.""She is tied to the God's somehow. Shirl
Cassidy"I can't believe my mother refused to come with us. I doubt they are going to be very welcoming toward her once we are gone," a voice whispers."Now isn't the time to be crying for mommy. We can't fuck around. We have to be quick if we are going to make it out of here in time," another voice huffs quietly.I can see two silhouettes, but the room is dark, so I can't quite make out who they are, although I have an idea. "Give me the syringe if you aren't going to do anything but whine.""What crawled up your ass and died? You don't have to be such a bitch!" My eyes are adjusting, but I can't see well. Why in the hell is it so dark? "Which one is Cassidy?" One of the voices hisses."Hell, if I know. Great idea cutting the lights.""If I hadn't, then the guard wouldn't have been as easy to take out. Here."One hands something to the other. I hear a scratching sound and then smell sulfur as a match is lit. The match confirms my suspicion that the two intruders are Marc and Hazel
Cassidy"Who are you?" I yell through the bars of our cell door.The girl snickers but doesn't reply."Answer me! What did that dream mean? Why are you here? WHO ARE YOU?" I'm pissed. I don't like mind games."QUIET!" A guard shouts. "Otherwise, you can take a trip to the pit."I have no idea what the pit is, but judging by his sneer, I doubt I want to know. I climb to the top bunk and lie down, huffing. I miss Tisha so much right now. I'm sure she is so worried. I hope she's okay. Wolvesbane pack isn't where she came from, but it has to be where she belongs. I hope Jon and Jezebel recognize that. I hope she's safe. I roll over and face the wall so that my mother can't see the tears slipping down my cheeks. After a few minutes, I hear her get settled on the bottom bunk. Not long after, I drift off to sleep. I dream of the girl and the cup game again. Everything plays out the exact same way. I wake up gasping for breath after choking on the ball again. I sit up in bed and start to scr
JonJezebel and I rush to meet Lance at the other tunnel entrance discovered in the woods. Jedd and Tisha are on their way as well. Their tunnel didn't lead anywhere interesting. It forked off. Each fork led to different spots in the town. Someone had to have helped this kid! If not, he was highly determined and must have started working on them at like the age of ten to have dug as much as he did. My mind is seriously blown at his accomplishment. "How long since they went through?" Jezebel asks, as we approach Lance."About twenty minutes," he responds.Jedd and Tisha arrived just before us. I take a deep breath and help Lance pull the rock door. I rush inside before Tisha can, so that it is me leading this time. We cautiously make our way forward. Our footsteps echo in the eerie silence. Knowing that Shirley and Cassidy were just taken through this tunnel has us all more anxious to secure them than before. It's like when something is right there at your fingertips, but you haven't b
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