Between my limited time out of the dungeon, the trip to the ballroom, and the walk to Andrew’s quarters I feel like I have a rough idea of the floor plan of the pack house, or at least enough to make it out a door with Liza and any girls she can gather. I concentrate on drawing mental maps as Andrew stops to unlock his door. “Don’t expect a ride over the threshold,” he notes as he swings the door open for me, “You’re not my mate or my wife, but I expect you to respect her someday.” I don’t answer him but allow him to lead me inside when he places his hand on the small of my back and pushes gently. This is more than just a room. It’s a house within a house. The entryway leads into a living room with furniture that likely costs more than my whole property, and on the far side I see a hall that leads to what looks like a bathroom, bedroom, and likely an office—there are three doors. Andrew slips off his jacket and pulls a set of keys from his pants, throwing them in a tray by the door.
Tap, tap, tap. I hear the impatient drumming of fingers against wood as I groggily start to wake, pushing up off the hard marble floor. I’m not in the dungeon? Where am I? I have a splitting headache, and the hair on the back of my head feels moist. The skin itchy from recent regeneration. I open my eyes and try to look around. “Finally awake, little wolf,” a voice from a desk beside me breaks the silence. I scramble upright, realizing where I am. I’m on the floor of the Alpha’s office. He sits in a tall-backed office chair, leaning back with one leg resting on his knee, his cold eyes watching me. “You’ve made a habit of killing my Gammas it seems, and I’d only just found this one.” I steady myself, glaring back at him, but saying nothing, as he seems to mull his own comment over. “You tried to burn down my pack house, too.” He clicks his tongue. “What will I do with you now? With the girls who conspired with you?” I growl at the mention of them. “So fierce,” he says with a soft lau
I stretch as the morning light hits my face, feeling well-rested for the first time in what feels like ages, and jump, nearly falling off the bed, when I see the Alpha sitting near my feet, intently watching me. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, nearly a smile.“Good morning,” he says, not moving. I shrink away from him, pulling the covers up to my chest as if their soft down filling will act as a shield from whatever he’s here for. He just continues to stare, and it’s too awkward to stay like this, so I stand up, grabbing a glass of juice he’s left on the side table beside a tray of fruit, eggs, and sausage. His eyes follow me.“Whose room is this?” I ask to break the silence. The faint smile on his face fades. “Your predecessor. You actually look quite like her asleep,” he says softly. There’s a longing in his tone. I want to get away from him, yet I also want to talk to him, know more about the girl whose ring I found, and maybe it’s just the good night’s sleep talking, bu
We walk through the grounds, past the fencing, and along a path into a quaint little town. The buildings are all brick just like the packhouse. The streets are immaculate and lined with well-trimmed trees. If you stumbled on it in your travels, you’d likely think it picturesque, a simple country place with kind down-home folks—but I know better of the things that lurk here. My heart sinks as we approach the town center and the stage the Alpha had them build comes into view. A crowd surrounds it. The Alpha stands on the platform looking out over them, down on them. I don’t see the girls, but I’ve got a sick feeling in my gut that I will soon. A row of stockades sits to Darius’—I mean the Alpha’s— left side. A mummer falls over the crowd as they notice me. Some begin to boo and jeer. Others just whisper about the beast from cell six. It seems I’ve earned myself quite the reputation. William stops at the base of a makeshift set of stairs up to the stage and directs me to ascend. The Al
By the time we ascend the stairs towards the Alpha’s quarters, it’s no longer shame I feel—it’s rage. So few things are sacred to our kind, and Darius tramples over them all with blatant indifference. Family, honor, unity, the purity of our wolf form—they mean nothing to him. He’s just another power-hungry asshole coasting on his birthright and inherited strength. He closes the door softly after we enter his home, suddenly kneeling beside me before even removing his coat. A feral growl slips from me, and I can’t help but snap at his hand as he reaches for the collar around my neck. He laughs. “Easy now, unless you want me to leave it on.” I’m surprised when he grabs hold of it undoing the clasp without gloves. His skin doesn’t burn. “Perks of being part vampire,” he comments, as if reading my mind. My anger is momentarily surpassed by the panic that he may actually be able to read my mind, invade what privacy I have left. “No, I can’t read your mind,” he again replies without me say
I tear through another blood sucker’s throat as my wolf is slammed to the floor. A dark elf smiles from the doorway, his purple eyes gleaming, bony fingers extended toward me. I feel my joints stretch as his spell threatens to rip me apart.This is it. This is how I die. I accept it. I can finally be with my sweet Amalea. I close my eyes, giving myself over to his power, and whisper thanks to the moon goddess—and then the pressure is gone. I open my eyes to see one of my fellow warriors eating the dark elf’s entrails.I lurch forward off the ground sinking my teeth into the nearest enemy I can find, before looking for more. Another day. Another battle. We’ve spent nearly a year trying to reclaim Cold Bay, but every time we push them back, they redouble their efforts.At this rate, we’ll never leave this goddess-forsaken frozen wasteland, unless it’s on a funeral pyre. Not that I care. Suicide by sacrifice. That’s what Marcus said when I left. I thought he’d command me to stay at first
I run through the night, arriving half frozen at the transport depot just as the sun breaches the snow line. I don’t want to stop, but it’s faster to go through the mountain than over it. The wolves at the gate scramble to let me in. “Beta,” one of them stammers, “has Cold Bay fallen? What are you doing here?” I try to get a handle on the rage still burning inside me and struggle to retake my human form, accepting the clothes offered to me. “The Bay stands. I need transport through the mountain now,” I say pushing past the men toward the train log. I angrily flip through the schedule, looking for the next transport. “The bucket won’t be back for at least a few hours. It’s on a supply run,” one of the warriors tells me, setting his hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you come on into the guard station? We’ll get you something to eat, you can fill us all in.” I jerk away from him, slamming the log down on the table. “I need to go now. Get me the radio.” He starts to question me, but wisel
Hurry up and wait. That’s the situation I’ve put myself in. When I saw my mate on that video, all I wanted to do was get to her as quickly as possible—fuck the consequences—but the trip here gave me time to think, painful as it was.Rash decisions made in the name of love rarely work out outside of fairy tales. This is reality. I can’t just run all the way to the Blood Moon pack house, waving howdy to pack border patrols as I go with an “oh, hey, just passing through to kill the Blood Moon Alpha! See ya later!” I might be willing to fight our entire species to get to my love, but I’d die doing it. What good would that do her?So here I am, waiting for preparations for the Alpha challenge to be complete, trying to formulate a plan through my rage. If—when—I beat Marcus, I can petition the council for her return from a position of power. I’ll get a copy of the video from Paul and show them just what Darius considers “punishment.” Even prisoners have rights. I don’t doubt more is going o