Keeva’s POVThe cool night air rustles my thick silver fur and I scan Channon. He shows no threat to me right now and even backs of slightly. ‘Think about things Selina. Keeva, I’ll be waiting for you at home.’ I breath a sigh of relief when we are alone at last and shift back into my human form. Luck would have it there is a safe box at the lakes edge. I locate it quickly and throw on a pair of shorts and an oversized jumper. It’s not the best look ever but at least I’m not naked. The lake is still except for a few ripples on it’s almost black surface. I choose the most comfortable rock along the shoreline and sit down. It’s time to have the conversation Selina and I have avoided for too long. We must confront her inner demons before it is too late. ‘Selina.’ I close my eyes and go into our shared consciousness, almost like a trance like state. The world falls away from me and I’m face to face with her wolf form in my mind. She paces restlessly, her emotions already r
Alessia’s POVDeep within the depths of the Coven and far from the light and fresh air above ground is where I wait for the high Council to convene. The fires have finally been extinguished and the door to the street expertly fixed with magic from Celeste’s brazen escape. The protection and concealment spells have been recast over the entire Coven so we are once again safe in sanctuary. Once they have all arrived we stand in a large circle facing one another, everyone here with the same determination and twisted sense of purpose. The silence in the underground shrine is absolute. The smell of earth fills my nostrils, the air is damp and moist. I cast my eyes around the circle and address the High Council. ‘My sisters and brothers the time has come for us to rise up and claim what is rightfully ours. For far too long the werewolf packs have ruled and claimed large territories for themselves, expecting all who dares enter them be answerable to them and live under their l
Keeva’s POVThe first rays of dawn paint the sky with hues of fiery orange as I look out the small window that looks over the lake. The silence and peace in my mind doesn’t last long. ‘Help.’ I freeze. It isn’t just one wolf calling for help. No. At least ten different voices all ping around my head at once. Channon sits bolt upright, the deep slumber he was in vanishes without a trace. His face is blank, he is talking to someone through the mind link. ‘We need to go.’ His loud voice pulls me from my seat at the window and I’m next to him on the stairs in the blink of an eye. ‘The witches have broken through our Southern border and the have a large pack of enslaved wolves with them.’ My bare feet hit the stairs hard as we race down them. I can already hear the unmistakable sound outside as large numbers of people shift into their wolves. We are only just outside the confines of our home when we both shift mid leap, into our own wolves. I look at Channon in awe. Since l
Channon’s POVI stand atop the ruins of the place I once called home and a heavy burden weighs upon my already aching heart. The enslaved werewolves are imprisoned in the old cells below my feet. Each one of their bodies are scarred and broken, the signs of the torment and abuse they have suffered at the hands of the witches is clear to see. I have called Celeste to the ruins in the slightest hope that her knowledge and power as a witch can be used to help save my brethren from their enslavement. Jonas looks at me from his station at the top of the stair and I feel his anger in my mind. How could this have happened and we not know anything about it. I had never questioned the lack of rogue attacks as the years went by. I just assumed that with a new age of Alpha less and less werewolves were choosing a life of solitude over the community of pack life. Never in my wildest dreams would I have though that they were being snatched and tortured into slavery. Celeste’s arriv
Celeste’s POVNikita watches from the living room door. There is nothing she can do to help me and I know it hurts that I have Jermiah and Jake with me, but they are seriously powerful and know what it is we are looking for. The old scrolls lay open on the floor and we pour over them with intense interest. They are yellow and brittle with age. Hundreds if not thousands of years old. Jermiah is the only one of us who is fluent enough in the old tongue to read the information out load. ‘It says here that the first witches to enslave a werewolf did so with an ancient artifact that held immense moon power and magic.’ His eyes dart backwards and forwards over the page and he mumbles annoyingly under his breath as he reads. He just syphons out the information that is of relevance to tell me and Jake, so we wait with bated breath for him to talk again. Nikita huffs and leaves again, going back to the kitchen in a strop. I haven’t got time to deal with her over emotional need
Ebony’s POV‘You’re not going on your own.’ Blake roars at me. His eyes ablaze with anger and the need to protect me. I moisten just from the sheer possessiveness and control he has over me. Channon looks between the two of us and shakes his head. He is knows the smell of my arousal almost as well as Blake does. ‘I need you and Bleiz here in case the witches attack again. The only chance we have to save the werewolves that are enslaved is if we find the artifacts Celeste needs to break the curse.’ Blake knows he is one of the strongest wolves here. ‘She will probably be safer away from here anyway.’ Channon finishes. Blake takes a moment. His attention is fully on me. ‘What do you want to do.’ His voice is in just my mind. ‘I want to go. If we break the curse, my kin in Africa will be released from the chains of slavery that have bound them for generation’s.’ He sighs and nods to Channon. ‘You leave tonight.’ As soon as he leaves Blake grabs me by the waist and kisses
Nikita’s POVWe can’t wait any longer. Night has fallen and we need to leave under the cover of dark. Channon has arranged for three Delta’s wolves to accompany us to the very northern border of our territory, to make sure we are far from the encampment of the witches. ‘Ebony will be here soon and then you can be on your way.’ Celeste reassures Jermiah. I pace restlessly waiting to go. Celeste will ride on Kobe, a big, dark grey wolf, to the border. She decided it was for the best, to save my strength. I tried to argue the point with her but it was futile. Just because I’m pregnant she thinks I’ve turned soft and weak. I don’t need protecting. I’m the one that needs to protect her, she just doesn’t see it that way. I watch with envy as she climbs on Kobe’s back. The warmth of her cunt will be right between his shoulders. I push the thought from my mind and we start our expedition into the darkness of the night. Equipped with the ancient map in the secret journal Celest
Celeste’s POVHow could she be so silly and not tell me she had hurt herself and risk the safety of our baby. I hold her tight and take a deep breath in and out. ‘Lay down. Ill try and help you finish healing.’ Hopefully my magic will work as well on her as it did the battle broken wolves yesterday. She slips on her underwear and flinches in pain when she moves. The forest around us is alive with the sounds of birds singing and the soft creak of branches moving in the breeze. It is a beautiful spring day. I quickly position some pillows into a makeshift bed for her to lay on comfortably. It is hard to look at her bruised body without crying. Once she is settled and still I begin ‘By the energy of love and light, I call forth healing from above. With every breath and with every beat, Restore and heal, make pain retreat.’I repeat the incantation over and over again as I gently rub calendula oil into her swollen stomach. I